And a rock feels no pain...

Yar. Well, life's been purdy good lately I must say. Had a fabulous trip to the big old piece of grass and dirt and rocks known otherwise as the Great Pacific Northwest. Border guards are funny fellows. They can be quite surly and still look silly and absurd. One can never laugh of course. That would be rude. And one might also get one's car pulled over.
But anyway, we went to Seattle. That great city full of fish, Nirvana, Jimi Hendrix, and loads of other stuff. EMP was great. It's too bad it's all designed to cater to people with no musical ability. Grrrrr. I still jammed very effectively in upwards of three locations however, and that was good. I discovered something while I was there. I love rock and roll, but not that song. Don't spend another dime on her music, baby!
Thanne wente we to the citye of Vancouvre, whare I (in true vyking fashioun) attacked Northe Vancouvre and forced themm to betrothe their moste virtuouse young womann to marrye me whann she reached the age of thirty. *Laughs an evil viking laugh*

Today this illustrious writer penned another masterpiece in essay form, and that's about it. Fare thee and thy kinsfolke welle!