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Snorting his way across the USA
There was a movie made a couple years ago. Maybe it was more like five. I don't know, I'm not bothering to look it up. Wait, the only time I watch movies is on Cathay Pacific business class headed to assignment in SE Asia. So, place it... let me think... about six years ago. The Hurt Locker.
The Hurt Locker. About an army dude deployed in Afghanistan who defuses IED's and stuff. That part is unimportant. What is important is that the dude obviously... f-hated being home. He hated it. He couldn't relate. He had a family and stuff. He couldn't relate. He didn't belong there. I don't know, why am I going there, not sure.
Okay so... here's the thing. Menus are important. They are. Some people think they aren't but they are. I get it if the menu is in a language that I can barely comprehend but in my experience Gai Tom is shrimp salad. Ca Chien is fried fish. Bo Xeo Rau is stir fried beef with vegetables. Chicken Ceasar Salad is chicken, romaine lettuce, and some kind of dressing that comes out of a bottle. When you look at a menu, and you order a Chicken Ceasar Salad not because you actually want a Chicken Ceasar Salad, but it is the ONLY thing that DOESN'T have BEANS and a TORTILLA, it's because you are ordering it because you don't want BEANS or TORTILLA. NOT because you hope that they will put those in there anyway, it's because you DON"T WANT THEM.
Yeah. Guess what showed up. Is that mine? It's in a bloody f tortilla smothered with black beans out of a can and by the way it's all stale and the chicken is dry. I nearly threw the entire f thing away but politely nibbled through some of it and threw most of it away. I won't say which restaurant it is but it's a national chain that isn't Taco Bell. It's name is suggestive of two canine animals that aren't exactly dogs but close to it. The salad I had wasn't exactly a dog but I like dogs so I am not going to denigrate dogs by associating them with that salad.
Oh yeah, right, the other part of the thread. I'm just thinking out loud here. I paid like three or four bucks for a Valentine's day card which has been unnoticed, obviously unwanted and there is no reciprocal one anyway. I don't even know why I bought it. I don't even know why I came back to the States. I wonder if I can still return it? I wrote on it and sealed it. They could probably reuse the card, I only signed it so they could probably erase that. The envelope is trashed, so yes I'm in to an envelope. Yeah that is being cheap I guess. I feel so much like a pilot.
I can't sleep. I am in a different time zone and I feel I should be diffusing bombs or maybe not that but perhaps solving technical problems deep within jungle forests without running water and that have rats large enough that you could put vests on them with the logo of your local cricket team, and why these people watch cricket for five days straight in the middle of the jungle where there is likely a bald headed American dude that tosses severed heads in to bamboo cages with imprisoned lieutenants in them I don't know, but I guess what else do you do in a place like that. (Where the hell do they get their TV? They have power obviously.) And they have beer. Lots of beer.
I'm home anyway. No, I'm not home. I'm back. Hi.
The Hurt Locker. About an army dude deployed in Afghanistan who defuses IED's and stuff. That part is unimportant. What is important is that the dude obviously... f-hated being home. He hated it. He couldn't relate. He had a family and stuff. He couldn't relate. He didn't belong there. I don't know, why am I going there, not sure.
Okay so... here's the thing. Menus are important. They are. Some people think they aren't but they are. I get it if the menu is in a language that I can barely comprehend but in my experience Gai Tom is shrimp salad. Ca Chien is fried fish. Bo Xeo Rau is stir fried beef with vegetables. Chicken Ceasar Salad is chicken, romaine lettuce, and some kind of dressing that comes out of a bottle. When you look at a menu, and you order a Chicken Ceasar Salad not because you actually want a Chicken Ceasar Salad, but it is the ONLY thing that DOESN'T have BEANS and a TORTILLA, it's because you are ordering it because you don't want BEANS or TORTILLA. NOT because you hope that they will put those in there anyway, it's because you DON"T WANT THEM.
Yeah. Guess what showed up. Is that mine? It's in a bloody f tortilla smothered with black beans out of a can and by the way it's all stale and the chicken is dry. I nearly threw the entire f thing away but politely nibbled through some of it and threw most of it away. I won't say which restaurant it is but it's a national chain that isn't Taco Bell. It's name is suggestive of two canine animals that aren't exactly dogs but close to it. The salad I had wasn't exactly a dog but I like dogs so I am not going to denigrate dogs by associating them with that salad.
Oh yeah, right, the other part of the thread. I'm just thinking out loud here. I paid like three or four bucks for a Valentine's day card which has been unnoticed, obviously unwanted and there is no reciprocal one anyway. I don't even know why I bought it. I don't even know why I came back to the States. I wonder if I can still return it? I wrote on it and sealed it. They could probably reuse the card, I only signed it so they could probably erase that. The envelope is trashed, so yes I'm in to an envelope. Yeah that is being cheap I guess. I feel so much like a pilot.
I can't sleep. I am in a different time zone and I feel I should be diffusing bombs or maybe not that but perhaps solving technical problems deep within jungle forests without running water and that have rats large enough that you could put vests on them with the logo of your local cricket team, and why these people watch cricket for five days straight in the middle of the jungle where there is likely a bald headed American dude that tosses severed heads in to bamboo cages with imprisoned lieutenants in them I don't know, but I guess what else do you do in a place like that. (Where the hell do they get their TV? They have power obviously.) And they have beer. Lots of beer.
I'm home anyway. No, I'm not home. I'm back. Hi.
