insane she lives in the doorway of an old hotel

If you are like me and do not understand Turkish (apart from such phrases as, 'More halal sausage, please' , 'Thank you, auntie, for the delicious lunch' and 'Yogurt on your midwife's pussy, you man who lives in shit'), the above message reads: "Respect is sharing, Sharing is beautiful". Isn't that nice? And here we have grandpa with his headbanger grandson

talking about how Iron Maiden has sucked since the 'Powerslave' LP before they prepare for evening prayers.

Anyhow, this has been cracking H up, and he insisted I share it with you. Because sharing is beautiful. Just like the poster says.

In other Turkey news, if you plan on being in Istanbul this spring, I'll come meet you for a drink. Because that is where we will be! All this infernal whining I do about Ogreville will come to a screeching halt, and be replaced with more infernal whining, erm, tales of life in Istanbul.

I am not sure what I will be doing there myself, quite yet. I can tell you that I will be able to hold my own quite well, thank you very much, should I happen to get into a round of trading insults (see above). Other than that, if I can manage to get by in Turkish with the proficiency of David Sedaris in his 'Me Talk Pretty One Day' essays, I will be very proud of myself.

Oh, speaking of David Sedaris...during my drive back from my Karaoke gig of last weekend, I was listening to a CD recording of 'The Santaland Diaries' (which is one of the funniest things in existence, particularly when he does Billie Holiday singing 'Away in a Manger'. Go listen, again if you must, now!) and noticed that the car ahead of me had the licence plate: 'SANTA 4U'.

Ramazan and Christmas mentioned together in the same blog post. How multicultural! How diverse! (snort)

And speaking of blending, recently some poor misguided soul asked if I would be interested in seeing a Grateful Dead cover band, wherein the band members dressed like Lord of the Rings characters. It was all I could take to ignore the screaming in my head to politely decline. And then my left eye twitched uncontrollably all day at the thought that such horror exists in the world. A hobbit jam band, Jesus Christ. Have them play at a renaissance fair and serve nothing but diet Mountain Dew and boiled cabbage, for my own personalized corner of hell.