Ask a Mexican

This guy rocks. And I had no idea about his column… Been away too long.
Since I’m classified as chino, I can now proudly boast the new t-shirt I picked up in Chatuchak market. (photo will be posted later)


Some of you are such fucking nerds, I swear! I love it!
Seriously, though, thank you for all the kind notes… Nam is coming back from Thailand this Sunday, and we hope to see you all soon.
(YT notes that she generated the image here)

The traffic is inside you, grasshopper

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After sitting on the dashboard of a Bangkok taxi for so long, who else could aspire to such calmness?
(Notice the bits of gold foil someone has pressed onto him – it’s not just for the big statues at the temples!)

Some Japanlinks for today

… just because I feel like it.
Thanks, Peruvifucker!
I’ve already been harassed by the popo once because of this guy. It only takes one asshole…
Racial profiling blows up in faces of dumbass Japanese cops
“…but captain, I thought she was a gook whore!”
Stunning Scientific Discovery: Getting nuked may pose long term health risk!
Shades of Cryptonomicon
In other Filipino news, T had to call off his kiteboarding trip to Borakai because of unstability thing. I approve: Getting caught up in civil unrest in a country where every strapping male’s hobby is making long knives out of truck leaf springs might sucketh kinda hardish.
Not news in the sense that it’s not anything recent, but: JAL is FUxx0r3d.
My dialogue with a JAL steward two days ago (and nothing quite screams homo like male airplane waitress does it? Well, there’s always the Ice Capades, but that’s a different story.):
Stew: “Sir, please put up your seat”
Me: “I can’t, it’s broken.”
Stew: “No it’s not.”
Me: “Well, the other stewardess said it was.”
Stew: “Well, she’s wrong”
(I try again and it doesn’t raise)
Me: “Oh well, I guess it REALLY IS BROKEN”
Stew: “No it’s not, let me try”
(He nearly breaks a nail trying to get it to raise)
Stew: “Sir, can you please stand up from your seat?”
Me: “Come on man, I got a full tray of semi-food on my lap!”
Stew: “Seats must be raised during mealtimes…”
Stew: “I must insist”
(I stand up while balancing the food tray, trying not to disturb the sleeping baby being held by her mother in the seat next to me. Fagalicious manages to get the seat raised 0.5 contimeters higher than it was before and announces his triumph.)
Stew: “You see, it WASN’T broken”
Me: “This seat requires one to get out of it before operating correctly; that is, by definition, most definitely broken.”
Stew: “but it RAISED so it WASN’T broken”
Me: “Your logic is broken”
Stew: (snottily) “Have a nice meal sir!”
ME: “Whatever. Go fetch me a can of coke.”