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WHY CAN'T I COME UP WITH A GENUINELY ORIGINAL IDEA!?!?!?!?
I've never felt threatened in London - although I've (mostly) avoided the rougher areas. If you look like you know where you're going and what you're doing, people do tend to just get the hell out of your way. I don't really tend to go there on a whim any more, though. When you don't live there, London is definitely a place you approach with a plan of action.Eh, I have unusually bad luck with random jaunts to London. Really, it's like a bad fucking dream.
Any time I think about London these days, though, I think about how Nick Cave summed it up.Quote from: Nick CaveI started thinking about London,
And how nothing good ever came from this town,
And if the Thames weren't so filthy,
I'd jump in the river and drown.
I would never have expected that.Driver just greeted me with "Oh My God, good. You speak English."
In Portland?
That kind of raises the question of how the HELL did you get a taxicab in Portland?
Hah. No. At work. Truck driver. At most, 25% of the people I deal with are native English speakers. Kind of wondering why anyone with that kind of attitude would choose to be in this profession. Hell, I wonder why anyone who ONLY speaks one language would be in this profession. Most of our in-house drivers are Ukranian. A couple of them I communicate with in Spanish because it's easier for both of us.
Is look very nice, like design by R. Fludd!
I live here. Is nice.
Fucking perfect center of balance on the back flip - what with all the momentum - wow. Nice work.
Derrida rolls Foucault's testamentary eye. It's an uphill battle, eventually reaching full parallax. Only to start again, rounding over the tumult of heaven's lathe.
Yea, and it takes place in Miami round a cock-fighting ring.In my mind this is the poster for the anime someone would make about the Peter Griffin beating up a giant chicken sketch.Nice, like a horrific warning
