Somebody...

...has figured out how to jump fom the desk, to the revolving bookcase, to the top of the wardrobe.

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Stranger in a Strange Land

I'm bilingual - I speak English and American (with a fair bit of Scots as well). I can hoover the flat whilst blethering on my mobile, as well as vacuum the apartment while shooting the shit on my cell. But some days... Some days it feels like the entie country has collectively declared it "National we gonie pretend we dinie ken what the fook that Yank is on about" day, whick this week, falls on November 23. Part of it is my accent; since I'm from California, it sounds a bit fake and movie-starish to the locals. Sigh.

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Busking in Dubai

The job hunt is not going so well. This is starting to look somewhat attractive...

Busking in Dubai; how hard could it be?

Putting them on a pedistal

Smudge, lord of all he surveys.

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I was going to make the bed...

...guess not.

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Observations at the Mall

I had to go the mall today to do some banking. Whilst there I had a late lunch. I really dislike malls, but they are a good place to people-watch. Except today. C'mon people, I've got a blog to write! I can't fill it with quirky observations on the human condition if you plebeian automatons refuse to provide fodder for my cannon of sarcastic, yet surprisingly humane, wit.

Sometimes the world just runs dry.

Sigh.

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Ride an Electric Guitar

Gwan, ya know ya wanna...

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Friday Cat Blogging

Wut? I'm not doing anything wrong, am I?

Bags, it's a cat thing- you woudn't understand.

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Just call me Sisyphus...

For the last week, I have been making the final corrections on my PhD thesis. I have gone over every page, multiple times, fixing commas and full stops. I have even removed words like "whilst" and "outwith" that my examiners didn't like- they, ironically, showing a preference for American-style English and not approving of some perfectly fine and proper Scottish words. (The rumour that I called Les Paul a "glaikit eejit" in chapter nine are completely false; it was chapter ten) At this point, all I want is a quiet life- or any life at all that doesn't involve electric guitars before 1930. Even with the work that has been done polishing the text, I still see little mistakes cropping up- things that really ought to be sorted, like awkward sentences that need to be sent to charm school. But I'm finding it hard to care; for now, I just want the boulder to stay on top of the hill.

I have other rocks to roll.