"Someday over the rainbow..."

That's the ditty I'm singing now until I get to a real-live internet connection and not one of these blasted internet parlors. People, say it with me: ICK. The keyboards were made during the early 90s, have keys that stick together every other second, and there are strange odors in this place I've never encountered before. But I think the real issue is that I'm getting a bit saturated of India.

That's right, I said it. I wanna be back in the US of A. Why? Noise pollution.

Too many effing festivals around this town. Anytime any kind of celebration comes around hundreds of blathering idiots light firecrackers in the street. Note, these aren't just kids.. no no no-- these are also those in their late 40s. Numbnuts. That, coupled with the vegetable men every morning and the fruit vendors ("APPLES!! AHHRANGE!! ADIJHAIDAJA!!), get tiresome. Oh at first it's cute-- aw, look at the culture and the neat facets that we don't have in the US... Then of course there are the cars/autos/buses, the latter two LOVING to have the most annoying and shrill horns on the planet. Buses? Amazingly on time and very efficient. The downside? I think their goal is to kill at LEAST one person a day. Pedestrians come second, and I swear they try to hit you every time. Harumph.

Maybe I'm just grumpy today bc I'm back (yet again) at an internet parlor. But I have wanted to say the previous for a while now. I wanna go back to Oklahoma for a little while... have my 1MBps net connection. With downloads that don't charge for every effing megabyte....yes.... that would be delightful... coming back on January 21st though. Just a few more weeks, Vinoj. A few more weeks...