Accent on the E

Wouldn't the title of this post be a great title for a local city paper? You know, one of those periodicals that reviews the "unique" nightlife and culture of the region, no matter how boring it is. Unfortunately, I can't think of any US cities that start with E - much less interesting cities - so I'll have to start this mag after moving to Eindhoven, Holland. Why will I move there? Not only do they accept frequent usage of the word "mag", but they also accept criminals recently banished from Amsterdam due to extreme hobocide*. Let's hope my reputation doesn't follow me to Eindhoven, however, or else the mag might have to be named Accent on the Eeeeeeee (tugs shirt collar).

* Fellow hobocide enthusiasts - Hobos like to travel by train, so catch them at your local station when they attempt to steal Muffin Bites from the confectionary. Your station does have a confectionary, right?

Anyway, I've been back from Mexico and stalling life for the World Cup, but I don't want to ignore my webiary for too long. I don't want you to caution me for time-wasting with a...snicker...yellow card...snicker...

SNICKER

Before I post the picture for the contest I held pre-trip, I'd like to show you an even more incredible slide from my journey. I learned a lot about Mayan culture, was awed by the ruins at Chichen-Itza and Uxmal, and enjoyed some wonderful food and atmosphere in Mérida, but one picture remains in the forefont of my scrapbook now and forever:


Can you believe it? People really are the same wherever you go, because they all love Robin Williams' comedy instaclassic RV (aka Crazy Vacations on Wheels). I felt a bit out of place in Mexico at first, towering above their small bodies and mocking their 10-years late Taz craze (uh, hello? SpongeBob isn't even relevant anymore..get with it slowheads...or should I say, coneheads! Topical!), but when I saw Cheryl Hines' sly smile on the poster I was reminded of Curb Your Enthusiasm and its patheticness in comparison to RV. Admittedly, I'm yet to see the film, but doesn't that speak volumes about its legacy? I never saw Rasputin's penis, but its alleged grandeur lives on in history...wait, I did see it when a Yahoo! news story had a picture with it in a jar a couple of years ago. Gross.

SNAPU!

That was onomatopoeia representing my return to pop culture sanity. In other words, it's Mark Twain time! The last two nights I thoroughly enjoyed Star Trek: The Next Generation's "Time's Arrow" episode, in which Samuel Clemens himself plays a large role. I'm not entirely happy with the portrayal, as the show actually makes him out to be a bit more caustic and peevish than I'd infer, but even his inaccurate presence dominates the screen. Ah, if only I could've analyzed this episode in some kind of academic arena... Gotcha! I already did, back in my sophomore year's Philosophy and Star Trek class. And that's why I'm unemployed.

Well, I think we all learned a lot today. For one, it's hard to write well after taking even a short break. For two, it's hard to write well when the only thing you've read the past week is World Cup coverage. For three, here's the winning picture!**

(**Contest judged not on quality, but on ability to fit into word bubble).

Why did the dark-skinned man fall asleep under the tortilla tree?