The way that I know it’s once again time to come out of my temporary exile from the blogging world and start posting again is quite simple: the comment spam starts coming.
The bastards somehow know what length of time has passed since the last update and take advantage of this fact to try to sneak their comments in with the strangest messages I’ve ever seen - the last one included a quote in Latin, I believe (along with the necessary link to free online poker and cheap Viagra).
SO, the spammers have generously let me know in their not-so-subtle electronic caress that I’ve been away far too long. Thanks guys, I can take it from here.
The last post (see below) had me still in Cuba living through the far reaching arm of Hurricane Katrina as I went on my Jungle jeep tour. Now, for the more astute among you, yes, I am no longer paying $8/hour to access the internet and reach out and touch all of you with my fantastic voyage ™ stories anymore. I’ve safely arrived at my beloved YULtown, and 2 weeks later, I’ve finally recovered from the inexistent Cuban time jet lag (hint: Locate Montreal on a map. Then look down. Stop when you hit Cuba.)
The flight was surprisingly smooth and clear skied, considering that the satellite images showed the entire northwest of Cuba (where we were) covered by the hurricane. I guess that thing either moves fast, or uses the familiar "look bigger to scare others" tactic that blowfish are so fond of. Looking out the window, the sky was crystal and blue, with the clouds the most beautiful whites I’ve ever seen. Takes a hurricane to get the conditions just right, I suppose…
Anyways, my return was sudden and marred with a nasty flu-like bug that I probably made worse by getting smashed the day before I felt it slowly creeping up my esophagus. I keep telling myself each time that the alcohol is a vicious bacteria and virus killer, but I’m. Always. Wrong…
That lasted a nasty week filled with the many fantastic fluids and noises that seem to inhabit my body and only like to come out when it’ll hurt me the most. Meanwhile, my loving grandparents from another continent are in town for a month and I’m trying to spend as much time as I can seeing them while trying to get my own life in order for school and fight off "the death" from the inside.
And all the while playing a certain new game called World of Warcraft.. *cough*.
I’ve finally fallen under the spell, and all it took was last month’s edition of PC GAMER that I bought at the airport store before going on vacation in the first place, and which came with a demo that I was itching to install and play during my many escapades in Van and Cuba. I’m an entire continent away from home, and I’m thinking about my computer and the game I’m going to install on it. It’s a disease, people. I’ve learned to live with it. The rest of the acceptance is up to you…
I’m a Mage, I’m level 16, and I’m a tailor that can make his own boots. And I’ve also got the roommates hooked. It was an evil thing to do. *cackle*
Be around soon… ;D
