A collection of Christian Easter greetings in ALL THE LANGUAGES ALL OF THEM compiled by a brilliant blogger I follow for serious news about the Shroud of Turin. I mean, Quenya, Klingon and Dothraki? How cool is this?
While I collect my thoughts for the final Spain post, today is therapy day. I’ll tell the doc the trip was ok and my fear of flying seems to be over. More worrisome is my enduring rage, fear and sense of alienation. I’ll need to tell the psychiatrist her tweak to my meds hasn’t worked at all. I still need to be drunk to accomplish things. And what about my unconscious avoidance of paperwork? I’ve…
Stuck in Granada because of double-parking and a student manifestation. I feel at home!
I’ll add more details about the trip later, for now I’m just venting. I overlooked Sevilla but it was beautiful. I fell in love with the Alcazar, bought a shirt and climbed the Giralda. Hope I’ll see the cathedral here in Granada, right now we’re headed for the Alhambra.
¡Hasta la revolución siempre!
After an uneventful Seville, we literally seceded this afternoon when, as per the program (“informative tour of Cordoba’s historical centre”) we were dumped at the Roman bridge and told we had ten minutes to take pics of the Mezquita Catedral, and then on to our hotel
Our feisty friend protested, and so, instead of a tour of the city centre as I had understood from…
Despite the beginning, Ronda was fine. Slept on the bus at every chance. Reached Sevilla in the evening. Ate and slept rather well. This morning it’s Sevilla, this afternoon no idea.
Wish I could post pics, but looks like WordPress mobile doesn’t allow it. Instagram doesn’t impress me. I’ll have to find a solution when I get home.
Good news: no fear of plane, the Holyland miracle holds, and I didn’t suffer so much for the night time start.
Bad news: we’re in a group of a thousand psychopaths, leader included. They didn’t regroup after disembarking, the happy few went to the bathroom (no asking everybody who needed it) and then took off at light speed. My aunt, a friend and I stopped two seconds for the bathroom and they…
Learned something: I can’t talk about strikes. It’s a trigger for me. I go crazy.
I can rationalize as much as I want, that strikes had a meaning a hundred years ago but now there should be more civilized means to solve problems. I can explain that I disapprove because we’re always explained the complicated reasons for it – I’m quite slow and I’d need a degree in political sociology to understand…
Bit of running round in circles. Slight increase in activity and hopefully creativity. Dilemma about bringing beer to meetings with friends. It calms my social anxiety but makes me feel despised. I know they love me and they are worried for me. I don’t know what else they could do for me even if they read these words in an obscure Germanic dialect which however helps me think straighter. I think…
No but the Blackfish excusing himself to go behind a tree and take the world’s luckiest piss is still the best moment of the show!Red Wedding
"Excuse moi I really have to pee & survive a carnage brb"
Houses of Westeros - House Mormont
40. Because Maege gives Robb the title of King of Winter.
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36. Because when Maege decides her daughters will be Mormonts, her daughters will be fucking Mormonts.
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