Ever done a card trick for a dog?
So, I went to Prague and out of town to... somewhere, I forget the name of it.

Look, I could go on and on about it. I had something lined up that was all about the psychogeography of the place, the ending songlines of history, how it felt to stalk the Golem-streets, to live out a life long dream to see the Tower of Astronomy chime out its murderchord, crossing bridges where tanks clanged out the last centuries' drumbeats, walking over bridges men died to protect or take, smoking cigarettes standing where passionate madmen took torch to themselves, to breath in the air of the fourty thousand bodies that make up the Cathedral of Bones...

But let's face it: talking about that stuff is why people avoid me at parties.

So yeah. Anyways. Pretty fun. Got a heap of clothes. Although the Praugistanis were a bit on the rude side. Still, if Nazi Germany then Soviet Russia can't put a smile on your face, you're not trying, I always say.

Last ditch effort is underway to stay in Europe. Got a promising lead on a job in Sweden, so crossing fingers on that one. There's something in Texas as well but... Texas. Love to visit, can't imagine I'll be happy working there. Actually, that's not true. It'd be great. I'm just not in the mood for hot weather right now. There's something else I heard of which is in France, perhaps Montpellier. But I don't know. France is... Have you spent much time there? I've spent a few weeks all up and I never quite warmed to the place. Perhaps it is just me but I always felt this weird, right-wing current to the country that always sparked wrongness up at me. Plus, I don't like speaking my stuttering, monstrously-accented French. I must sound like a buffoon.

Also, I note that the Australia I'm trying to avoid has reinvented the Black and White Minstrel Show. Yawn. Seriously, humans. It was a ludicrous, stupid thing but, well... I'm finding it a little hard to locate the outrage over something so retarded. At this point, my own culture is like a dog that took a kick to the head. It is sad but you can't stop sickly laughing at its pitiful, giddy stumbling and broken, atonal attempts at barking.

And I saw the B. Hussein Obama won the Nobel Peace Price. That made me laugh and laugh too. Although, seriously, it's like winning a Ledger award for Australian comics. And they gave it to a man who has blocked investigations of war crimes of the previous administration, propped up the worst of the worst in Afghanistan and on and on it goes - so there's that.

I note that response to his winning of this award has been ludicrously idiotic. I saw one LJ pundit get all outraged that Mr. Obama was giving the right ammunition to attack him with. Yes. Yes. Did you see the prize committee defending their decision? Always a good sign that.

So. Stay tuned as I plan to post a youtube link of a man singing a song about having sex with a unicorn!