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God, I love the intertubes.

1001 Ways To Open A Beer Bottle. Google, one click, and now I’m a happy man.

Thanks to these fine scientists, the chest of drawers in this hotel room just became a remarkably efficient bottle opener, and my Hairoun didn’t get have to get warm.

Two days ago I didn’t even know what a Hairoun was. Turns out it’s a pretty decent beer. Especially if you have a chest of drawers handy.

It’s the simple things in life.

I wish everyone reading this could be sitting here right now.

You’d have to get your own beer and furniture, though.

Warming up in St. V

The most validating sign I’ve seen in a long time:

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There should be signs saying this on every street corner in the world.

Bowler James Anderson of England leaps for joy — or, possibly, just to block umpire Rudi Koertzen’s face from the camera.

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And yes, both England and Bermuda dress like Domino’s Pizza delivery people.

Not really Freddie and Monty, although some kids had fun pretending:

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Warming up in St. V

The most validating sign I’ve seen in a long time:

Active Image

There should be signs saying this on every street corner in the world.

Bowler James Anderson of England leaps for joy — or, possibly, just to block umpire Rudi Koertzen’s face from the camera.

Active Image

And yes, both England and Bermuda dress like Domino’s Pizza delivery people.

Not really Freddie and Monty, although some kids had fun pretending:

Active Image

Warming up in St. V

The most validating sign I’ve seen in a long time:

Active Image

There should be signs saying this on every street corner in the world.

Bowler James Anderson of England leaps for joy — or, possibly, just to block umpire Rudi Koertzen’s face from the camera.

Active Image

And yes, both England and Bermuda dress like Domino’s Pizza delivery people.

Not really Freddie and Monty, although some kids had fun pretending:

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OK, the world just got entirely too small

So I’ve just arrived on St. Vincent, an island I’ve never been to before and which I would still have a little trouble finding on a map.  I’m working and settling in and puttering around figuring out which power adapter goes into what, and finally I flip on the TV before bed.

And the very first face I see, on the channel the previous occupant of this room must have been watching, is somebody I just met for lunch, a friend of a friend.  She’s not famous, she’s not on TV all the time, if ever.  You’d have no idea who she is.  That’s what makes this so odd.

Eeny little planet this is.