We Put Something Serious Here

So I was wondering aloud the other day as to why there were so many Kentucky Fried Chicken restaurants in Saigon (Ho Chi Minh City).  No Burger Kings, no McDonalds, but KFC everywhere you look.  Then my friend Sean pointed out that it’s probably because Colonel Sanders and Ho Chi Minh are the same person.  Apparently this is not the first time this observation has been made.  Judge for yourself:

(image courtesy of Google Image Search)

I am sitting in a Pink Floyd-themed bar different from the one you are in now. I am recording the sound of the Tina Turner concert DVD and I am going to play it back into the bar again and again until the resonant frequencies of Tina reinforce themselves so that any semblance of her speech, with perhaps the exception of rhythm, is destroyed. What the others will hear, then, are the natural resonant frequencies of the bar articulated by pop music. I regard this activity not so much as a demonstration of a physical fact, but more as a way to smooth out the wrinkles in my brain.

Trapped in Bangkok shopping mall, stop. All potential clothing purchases ironic, stop.  Def Leppard belt buckle? stop.  No seriously, stop it. 

So I was over at Noisebridge last night, trying to finish putting together a gadget.  I needed a drill, so I made my over to the woodshop area.  When I got there, I saw a couple of people putting varnish on a large wooden box.  That isn’t a…  “Yes,” they said, “it’s a coffin.  For people to have sex in, while they are buried alive.” (italics mine)

Apparently it will be covered with a foot of earth, so technically it’s still being buried alive, and there will be cameras in the coffin so the sex will be filmed.  And people will just wait patiently in line for their turn to get in the coffin and have sex.  Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

God I love San Francisco.

Proof

I was going to start a blog just about this but it turns out that I’m too lazy.

Long story short, I’m in San Francisco for a month.  It is rad.  I have a hot pink road bike that goes pretty fast.  People around here are really friendly.  But they are also kinda ugly.  Yesterday I went for a run in Golden Gate Park.  It was just like that scene in The Room. 

Along the way I have learned some things: fog at night is both romantic and totally shitty; every Chipotle burrito I’ve ever had was but a cheap imitation of any burrito I can get here; and it is really quite cold here a lot of the time. 

If anyone has been here and cares to read this, do you have any recommendations for things you liked?  I will do those things and then we can talk about how much we both liked them.

Tomorrow I go on vacation AND become homeless.  Contemplating using the Twitter to keep in touch.  Contemplating being homeless.  Hmmmmm.