Note the front and rear damage. Rice is rarely as fitting as this.
I believe this is known as a self-fulfilling prophecy; the only thing that would have made it better is if it was being towed.
Pu Yai Ban – Village Headman
Do you see what I see?
Close up:
Now there’s nothing remarkable about village headmen here. Every village has one, and there are presumably thousands of villages in this region alone. What’s remarkable is that (presumably) a village headman has taken it upon himself to advertise his position on his pickup.
I wondered about what kind of egotistical twat would have the nerve to do something so tasteless, so pointless, and so retarded… So I waited for him to return to his car for over twenty minutes. Sure enough: One self-important asshole in a pickup, not bothering to look before he pulled into traffic and almost crushing a passing biker, to go!
choco strawberry
No comment, except that these were on sale at Fuji supermarket in Bangkok so this is an Engrish mistake and not a Thainglish one.
Banana Tampons
… or not. That’s what they get for using the word “sanitary” on the packaging:
beautiful bug at work
That’s a ten Baht coin, approximately the size of a quarter, although fatter.
I’m too lazy to look it up.
This, by the way, is my favorite insect photo here.
largely ignored streetsign
On campus at my university.
Slogging through my cellphone photos
From September 2003 to May 2006, I ran a moblog as well as a moblog sidebar as a PHP include on this blog. I really liked it and think I was one of the most prolific adopters of moblogging at the time.This golden era ended when the gateway I used to e-mail blog entries from my phone suddenly died. I had put so much work into tweaking the sidebar publishing system and maintaining it over the years that I really couldn’t bear the idea of doing it half-assed with a flickr widget or starting over from scratch again, so I just omitted it from the design completely. Sad.
Anyhow, all of that doesn’t really matter anymore because I’ve ended up in a GSM country where the phones are just beginning to evolve to where Japanese keitais were about eight years ago. E-mail? Internet? PC Modem? These functions are all available for a hefty sum of money, but are really quite pathetic from a Japanese user’s perspective so I don’t even bother. Here, mobiles are for voice com and texting and capturing photos/video for mainly offline use, and that’s it.
So. I’ve downloaded photos from the crappy camera on my crappy phone via USB cable, Bluetooth, IR, and primitive GSM voodoo, and it’s time to get it online in the spirit of my long lost moblog. The next several entries are all from my camera’s phone, and represent the best out of a hundred or so I took last year.
Baby Infrastructure
Behold what needs to be crammed into our A33 on the way back from a 2 day trip (admittedly, the front seat floorspace is crammed with rice from Nam’s relatives’ fields in Surin).
