a premature thought and a canadian voodoo-bot

now that i am gainfully employed, finally, i no longer feel the excess dangers of laziness, leisure and general lethargy creeping into the marrow of my fickle bones. a shame really, for if there is anything at which i truly excel, it is the above three lovely 'l' words. however, my laziness shall now be put to use and transformed into the fantastic science of procrastination. an act of utterly different design when one is receiving the binding thank-you-note of the rat race, e.g. a wage.
thus, a blog.

i'll jump into it. last night was my first foray into the seemingly colorless world of ex-pat shindigs. a world of overt pretensions and an utter lack of nuance. the ratrace chatter is unavoidable, but amusing to the newcomer. one is asked basic questions ranging from, what are you doing here? to, why are you here? and if one happens to come across a more skilled conversationalist, how long have you been here? one is tempted to create stories, however they seem to be greeted with even less interest than the original. despite the intrepid nature one assumes prevalent in those westbeefs willing to camp out in gamestan,imagination seems to have been lost with the removal of shoes at high-security airports.

it's most enjoyable to meet people who work for acronyms. i haven't a clue what one stands for, but find myself nodding knowingly and even gravely at times, when approached by a honking acronymchik. perhaps i will move for my organization to be shorten to A at a future meeting.

fortunately the most verbose Taj arrived with his entourage of goons, including the half-court squire. The most verbose Taj moves about gamestan with a tommygun protruding from his hip at all times. somewhat comforting for an infidel from the land of capone. he politely unloads the drum for parties, but one can still see him dancing amongst crowds of flushed english gals in floral dresses at various events about Capult. the half-court squire is a figure of remarkable conversational ability. i rather rudely landed him on a profileless norte americano, who's own conversational ability was so poor as to make one contemplate the most verbose Taj's decision to unload his weapon. however, the half-court squire managed to extract a conversation revolving around voodoo practices in the upper regions of the hindu kushion from the profileless one. despite lacking a third dimension (or was it a second?), the profileless one passed on a spell of her own, which fortunately involved her disappearance.

now, for one final note, i must point out that the half-court squire arrived in full regalia, including a three piece suit and tennis shoes. a look last seen perfected by the one and only Will Smith of the mid-1990s. a most impressive statement. respect due.