The Hazzards of an Internet Cafe

So, the hazzards of going to an internet cafe with no real work to do - besides uploading photos - is that I spend time going to Google and entering things like "What is the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow?" and pushing "I feel Lucky" which inevitably leads me to www.style.org which is I think now like one of my favoritest sites because it has things like The State of the Union Parsing Tool (which is endless fun) and a breakdown of "detainee" nationalities at Guantanamo Bay (which is endless depressing).

Plus, they're "having a little church" up in here - which is not necessarily what one expects when going to a cafe on a Friday night. Good music though. This place is packed... kind of makes me wand to order something more to warrant my use of the space and internet. But (dangit!) I'm going to take advantage of all the roommate and civilization and black & white people hanging out together time I can get before heading down south.

Wow, Monday.

Peace,
Ali