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Well, what can I do when the main thing on my mind these days, I don't want to write about? Israblog is chock full of cheap know-it-all know-nothing commentators. Me, I'm just a very reluctant passive observer, watching this pissing contest from as far away as possible, unable to cut myself off from the news and from galatz, making sure to remember to always take my phone with me, hoping my family comes out safe on the other side.
So, until back home they manage to decide who has the longest beard, or the biggest balls (now, I've always wondered about that. Is that really an advantage? I mean, how the hell do you even walk with that dangling around? Does it ever get caught between the legs? Isn't it dangerous to be running? And if you have the biggest one, isn't it even worse??), until then I'm voting for escapism.
It's quite a simple system, really. Go out for drinks with the lesbians, have a picnic with the Finns, walk the dog, go to IKEA, have sushi, have Italian, go for more drinks, go out to the movies, try learning a new language, go to a champagne tasting party, read a book about an 18th century shtetl, buy comic books, more drinks, plan a trip to Amsterdam, plan a trip to Antwerp, and all this time walk the dog walk the dog walk the dog.
Ooh, and wifey and I have also started an ambitious new project. We're watching all the Bond movies, in order. It's pretty cool, since I've never seen most of them. We're up to George Lazenby already.
And of course, all this blissful disconnection is laced with more news reports, daily family updates, constant radio broadcasts, forums, message boards, solemn faces asking me how things are back home, arguments for and against and a little for and a little against and god, I just wish it was all over already.
Too bad we can't send Double Oh Seven in there, he would single handedly find Nasralla's evil lair, seduce his girlfriend and get her to help him escape from the evil mutated sea-bass, find and free the hostages, stabilize the Lebanese regime, kill Nasralla during an elaborate fight scene, and all this without hurting a single civilian, still having time in the end for a martini and a little word play with Miss Moneypenny. Problem solved.
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