Captains Log: 12:38 a.m, 2/19/10, a Friday Morning, Somewhere in Spain

Taylor - that asshole - has apparently been updating this Internet-communication-diary-thing. I will, I perhaps, do the same.

As I'm certain almost no real Europeans are perusing my musings, I'll start with the things that suck. Item number one: Bagels:

Donde Esta the Bagels, guys?

As far as I'm concerned, the entire European continent is light-years behind America in Baked-Circular-Bread-With-a-Hold-in-the-Middle-Technology; the American Bagel - soft, and perfectly proportioned- is,to me, the most revered quadrant of the FDA food pyramid.

I would like to throw out a quick holla to the Creamer family freezer, which through some oft-magical display of generosity has produced a countless number of conjure-many-a-bagel spell for the needy.

Europe, for your lack of good taste regarding things with which to sandwich meat and cheese between, I forgive you. But not without good cause!

As it turns out, your wine...is very inexpensive, and I thank you for it. Without the blessing of Dinoysus - captured in 75 Centi-Liter bottles - I would not, indeed, be at this computer at all. Master Card will insist that the best things in life are priceless, when truly, they are about 1.80 euros and sometimes a 2008 and red.

I have not written much as of yet, so lets back track a bit. Portugal, Obrigado. I believe it to be indicative of the human spirit, and international commerce more generally, how truly far a simple obrigado - "thank you" in Portuguese, for the ignorant - will get you. Many a memory, friend, and pastry was fertilized in the wondrous city of Lisbon, and my obrigado's know no bounds. And so obrigado, obrigado...obrigado Portugal.

But we must, as always, move on to new; leave the instantaneously-nostalgic and memorable behind, once again.

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I want to, I'm very certain, make video games - for they are awesome. I want now, I have discovered, to - probably - make comics as well, for they are sweet. My revelations have unfolded themselves as such: I am to read "A lesson is learned, but the damage is irrvevrisble" until the, almost, overwhelming sense of adoration and simultaneous inadequacy muster themselves into a maelstrom of such un-be-known-st scale and intensity and then proceed to metaphorically vomit themselves unto the entire Adobe creative suite.

(tangent aside)

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The night continues to expand, while my bottle of wine successfully diminishes; as such I will sign off.

Brigadier Sargent Colonel Matthew signing off,

Matthew

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