So of course, one must appreciate the irony in speaking to strangers in France and mostly meeting people from elsewhere in the world.

Quite possibly the best thing I've seen in Paris was an elderly man sitting on a bench on a secondary path up to the top of a hill on which rested a cathedral, who was feeding sparrows and flipping the finger to people who took photos even though he asked them not to. ISome would even sit on his finger to pick off a little bread before flying off.

So hanging about even just for 5 hours in London and then a day and a bit so far in Paris has just made my metropeen feel so much smaller.

London is... quite something though. I spent at least 3 hours looking at not all that much in the Illumination section of the British Library that was near the station I was waiting at. And that was one wing of ( Read more... )

Lesson learned: Don't cut oneself while inebriated. (I think a broke a martini glass ( Read more... )

ProTip: Talk to more strangers.

Tonight's Life lesson: Don't fuck with dinosaurs, they will mess you up.

Bonus Lession: non-80s music at the Tranzac is distinctly less fun.

I think somewhere beneath the third pint is the sort of person who'd see about trying to get the girl in the pretty blue and yellow dress to dance, as beneath the second pint is the sort of person who'd go up and point out that the dress is indeed very pretty ( Read more... )

Sets 1-4:14/19/14/14
Fifth: 23

I miss the food network already. Doing this without distractions is ridiculously hard.

Sets 1-4:12/17/13/13
Fifth: 20

I can... see the pain.

Also, Food Detectives is quite a solid show.

Sets 1-4:12/13/10/10
Fifth: 17

Warming up is important.