Shhhh… There is a mosquito in my room, right over there on Praj’s dentist chair. I am planning my atta.. DOH! She moved, and is now evidently making use of some camouflaged (had to look that one up) no-fly zone (she can use it because she’s a mosquito). Or maybe she left for redder pastures. Clever girl. She would not have been able to penetrate my skin, which has been made resistant to all but the biggest, meanest mosquitos, from my years in the mountains of Colorado.

So, I lied at the end of the last chronicle, saying the next one would be up that day. But I was only off by 15 days, which, when you think about the age of the universe is really not that big of a deal.

Hmm, let me share with you another anecdote from my trip to France… I cannot speak french. At all. Ok, I can say “please, thank you, and excuse me,” which basically raises me to the status of a polite monkey. So, my first (and last) attempt at venturing out to buy something on my own was one night when I was hungry, and I wanted some dessert or something. I wandered around Cannes (on the Mediterranean coast), but as it was 11pm, nothing was open. The french do not understand things like “Open 24 hours,” or “Free Refills,” or “cheap.” I finally found a chinese fast food restaurant, and saw that there was a “Coco” something on the menu outside, for 5 francs. I went inside and said “Si voo pleh, coco?” (which means “Please, cocoa?”) while pointing at the menu on the door. This elicitted a blank stare from the french-speaking chinese woman behind the counter. She probably thought I was insane. I decided to give it one more try, “un dessert!” That I figured meant “a dessert,” but from the stream of angry words she let out I think I must have insulted her father. Now I saw one of those ice cream bar freezers in the back, so I started towards it, pointing excitedly. This set all the employees in motion, one moving to block my path, and all yelling at me. Either they kept something really interesting in that freezer, or they thought I was going to do something terrible to their ice cream bars. Whatever the case, I decided to leave while I still had absolutely no shred of my dignity left. Needless to say, following this incident I tried to pretend I was a mute the rest of the trip.

There’s something wrong with my “f” key, I just noticed… It doesn’t work if you press the left half of the key, you have to consciously press the right half. Isn’t that ironic? Just a little too ironic, don’t you think?

Uh oh, my mp3 player is on random, and it just encountered “enya.” I like Enya, but it also makes me sleepy. So I might fall asleep, my head on the keyboard, producing a stream of “f’s”. Now that would be ironic. Goodness sakes! I’m awake! It’s Cake!

Quote o the week:

“I have, like, the biggest forehead in the world.”
–John Kari

And now, I’m going to read some CS, so that I don’t eel so guilty when I go speleunking later tonight. arewell!