Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Turkiye 2012, Part 1.5: Istanbullian Nights

Last picture before darkness fell.
Reading the title of this post you'd think I was making an Evangelion reference. I'm not, really. It's just that I am an incredibly lazy busy person- oh look, 3 more hours till midnight, when I have to biologically clock out or risk waking up the next day in a zombie-like state-  which is why I've decided to keep this short, especially since it's really the last bit of my previous post in this series of Turkey travelogues. Given the pace I'm going at it'll be quite long, but what the heck.

Friday, February 24, 2012

In which Calcium trumps Teak and Marble

Why is there a liver in my skull?
I had a pretty interesting experience a few days ago, which afforded me the opportunity to try out some things that I've never had the chance to do- and yes, before you ask, the photo above is related, and it does in fact belong to me. That's the X-Ray of my skull, and no, I didn't get it done at the airport by telling the Customs officers that I had a drunken leprechaun squished between my left and right brain.

Friday, February 17, 2012

Turkiye 2012, Part 1: Several hours Solo

Cruising the Bosphorus
Turkey- one of the three Mediterranean paradises, along with Greece and Italy. Most people would go during their Summer holidays for the bright beaches, glittering cities, scantily clad Pantheon (not the building), et cetera... however, I for one, had leaned my lesson. You'd have to be at best, stupendously forgetful, or at worst- blithering mad to venture into that region during Summer, as I learned years ago on my trip to Rome in August, where my blood painted the streets red- though strangely the nosebleeds stopped in Barcelona. The temperature was somewhere around 38 degrees Celsius- stay home.

Monday, February 6, 2012

The Travails of Cavaliere Ereditario Thumbprint Face (The Honorific is Gratuitous)

Deviantart entry: "I Will Survive"
Well, this picture pretty much sums up my current state of mind. I drew this back when I was still a blissfully tormented student in college. Ah, the joy of limited responsibility. Of being able to play truant or arrive late without the threat of being fired hanging in the air like a guillotine's blade. Not that I did any of that, of course- the thought of not being accountable to anyone probably made me substitute accountability to myself. Now that I'm accountable to someone else (the Company; the omnipresent Society), I feel like ditching at every step. Paradoxical, but that's typical Me.