No funky telegrams have been found; no odd weather phenomena have struck me to the ground; no language related craziness has come in my way lately (though it did take me a while to figure out what the plural of phenomenon was, since Phenomena to me only is a YA fantasy series I reluctantly sell to teenagers or their moms every now and then back home).
I suppose I could write about how my throat all of a sudden feels sore and how I hope it isn’t the swine flu, or any other kind of flu, for that matter – but I feel that this has been done (and it is more of a Facebook status update kind of thing anyway). I could write about the lady in the office next to mine who has the annoying habit of putting a question mark at the end of every sentence? But then again, I already did use that as a Facebook status update? (Plus I think it would be annoying to write an entire blog filled with question marks?)
There is always the possibility of writing a book review, but I’ve never been very good at that – I tend to be overly afraid of giving away anything, which is all nice and cotton candy, but it doesn’t make for a good book review if you can’t say zilch about what happens in the book. Besides, I’m in the middle of a book at the moment (Going Bovine, which is highly entertaining, though I suspect tears towards the end), and the previous book I read has already been mentioned in this blog – and even though Pandora in the Congo was an interesting book that I’d highly recommend if you’re looking for a good, but not necessarily mainstream read, I’m not sure it’s entitled to both an anecdote and a review within a couple of weeks.
Since I only have one month left in the US now, I ought to take the opportunity to write page up and page down on all the American oddities I find, or the cultural differences that sooner or later surely will send me straight into cultural shock. However, I find that the differences can either be overcome easily, or they are not that big in the first place. Or maybe I’m just awesomely superior at adapting? Either way, the biggest challenge isn’t the difference in culture, but the fact that my friends and family are far away. And who wants to read a blog where I complain about missing those at home, eh? I could spice it up with how I am not sure if I like or dislike the fact that soup comes in cans rather than “mix-with-water-powder-packs” here; or how I have discovered that I really hate that the cashier packs your groceries for you – it takes FOREVER; but again, I don’t think it makes a great blog. It makes boring blog. Boring blog bad.
My very last idea is to find a random picture from my personal archive (it’s called “the Internet” – haha – kidding… I try to use my own pictures whenever possible, but every now and then I find my own set of images just doesn’t cover it – if I for some reason should need a picture of a cucumber, it would be a lot easier to try to find one online instead of going to the store, buy a cucumber, take it home, take a picture, upload it to my computer and from there to my blog. Too much work. Wow – I almost forgot that I still was inside a parenthesis there). I could do that. But the first very random picture I found was the one below, and frankly, there’s not all that much to say about good, old Axil of Evil (other than that he was the result of what an already corrupted mind did to a frequent typo back when I was writing about North Korea and not the Middle East. We love them conflicts, don’t we?).
So, to conclude, I am very sorry, but I have absolutely nothing to blog about today.