Ken.

I was reading the Globe this morning, and came across this story, from which the above photo was taken. From the looks of it, Ken has morphed from porn-star-by-day-Bee-Gees-backup-singer-by-night, to JFK, to the Church Lady, to metrosexual-gay-porn-star over the years. Sheesh. And Americans wonder why the rest of the world gets pissed off at them: so your hut fell down and goats swallowed by a crevasse opened by an earthquake and the Red Cross has yet to reach your village, but I just approved a half-million dollar marketing campaign about dolls. This falls into the same anger-category that the first Survivor landed smack in the middle of, for me. I'm all for pop-culture and fun TV (see LOST), but for all the energy taken up on the trivia, we could have housed and fed everyone in the country formerly called Burma for a month.

Anyways.

I'm going to be sorting out my trip pictures this weekend, so look for some new entries that actually contain my photos, coming soon. And, the cat will finally have some new stuff, too.