OK, this is pretty damn awesome.

Link

And here are some examples of ones that have been made…

One, two, three, four.

Enjoy!

I am working on, what could perhaps be, the most dificult thing I will have to do here. It is a royal pain in the ass.

As I’ve mentioned before there is a group project that I am working on with 5 other students. So far it has gone very well…everyone in the group is compitent, intelligent and works hard. The only problem is that none of them have that strong a command of the English language.

So, me being me, I’ve got copies of all the sections that each individual wrote and am in the process of putting them all together into one coherent package.

But…like I said…there are language issues.

For example… translate this into English…
“Therefore the whole Golf Resort is forecasting on the couple clients, in another word it is the paradise of romantic.”

Therin lies the issue.

So I’m a bit torn here…torn between letting things be and completely re-writing bits and sections into more proper English. It’s a struggle. I don’t want to take their words away from what they wrote…the message they were trying to convey. But at the same time I don’t think we would be graded well if our report said things like “And the most numbers of rooms are standard rooms which are 81.1% of total rooms. Thus base on the requirement of the project.”

Doh.

Well…we shall see.

I’m going to be up a while I think. Boo!

Something, beyond the multi-cultural alltercations…something different happened today.

My blog became popular.

I’m used to seeing friends and family visiting…that’s the norm. I didn’t exactly advertise (ahem nasioc) this site. I just, mainly, wanted to share this with people I know.

And if others discovered it…awesome! I hope it was educational/inspirational/made you want to vomit.

Whatever.

But for some unknown reason the traffic EXPLODED today. Seriously…like nearly 3 times my normal number of visits.

Eh…I dig it. I really do. I like all you lunatics online visiting my wholesome and family friendly site. I hope it gives you some insight on what is…uh…Les Roche? Switzerland? My dementia?

Again…

“Whatever.”

But it’s late. I posted twice. That is enough for now.

Enjoy…comment…mail me things…taught and tease me…tell me that I am great and handsome and one of a kind.

And above all…

Keep reading.

Oh wait.

Above all…

Thank you.

:)

Tonight was a rather…interesting night. Yeah I might use that word a lot but it was for sure complicated.

From what I understand Ethan (New York) had an “issue” with a Georgian (no…not the state, the soviet republic).

Hopefully without offending anyone (ahem), Ethan is a stereotypical New Yorker. He fights, he brawls, and he doesn’t take crap from anyone. To be honest…he doesn’t take shit from anyone.

Years ago someone pulled a knife on Ethan in NY. He fought back and they cut his head pretty badly. Badly enough, in fact, to give him a nasty scar up top.

So if you are going to threaten him with a knife, you better be able to back it up.

So, can you guess what happened? I thought you might.

Things got a touch hairy at San’nick tonight. There was lots of discussions between people…friends backing up friends, people pulling each other aside to talk about what was up and what could happen…all that stuff.

All that shit in fact. I should be blunt…it was that serious.

So far, at 1:30 am…things are “alright”. There were talks. There was handshaking. Large dudes talked with other large dudes (I’m glad Karl is on my side…he’s ex-Swedish special forces…went to South America to train soldiers. I think I mentioned that before).

So I’m home now…and the rest of the gang is going up to Montana.

Part of me really wants to be there. Ethan is my friend…no matter how stupid he may have acted. But the kid pulled a knife on him…and no matter where you are from, that sort of stuff is NOT cool.

I trust Ethan. I trust Karl. I trust the multitude of others that will be with him. Yeah…I want to be there. I want to help. But with this project looming over my head…it’s something I can’t afford to do.

Besides that…I shouldn’t.

Perhaps I’ll have something even more “interesting” to report tomorrow. Odds are I won’t.

It’s going to be a long night.

I truly wish that everyone comes home OK…

Shit.