One of the things I got for Christmas this year was an iTunes giftcard. (Did I get the capitalization right? I can't tell with all these i-things. It's the new e. People just like to purposefully break the rules of spelling and capitalization so-- okay, fine. I'll shut up. Pardon the English major.) The last two Christmases, I got pretty much the same thing: a number of songs which we burned to a disk. The last two discs were named "Epic Conventions" and "Song of the Spoudaios," after things I had learned about in school during the months before Christmas that year.
This year, I had to name it after something in Rome. During a short fit of brainstorming, I thought of the dear, crowded Roman Metro, and was ECSTATIC to find this on YouTube:
There are more weird people out there who find it funny!!! "... Destro?" Oh, the Metro. There are weird things on the Metro. Like men with noserings; feminine noserings, like the kind Indian women wear. What's always lovely are those times when it's so packed, that you're literally PUSHED into the Metro by the people behind you, and you end up standing on the thing with a couple strangers against you. Those are the times when you most need your sense of humor. And you're hand by your money. The bus, too. Ah, those few times when five people get OFF the bus to let a sixth person off, and then the first five get back on again. Metro does that, too. And let's not forget Rubicchio, either. Our good, time-traveling buddy.
Oh, Rome. The buildings, the churches, the cappuccini, the cornetti, the nutella-filled pastries, the kebabs... In case I've not explained, a kebab is NOT a shish-kabob. A kebab is mystery meat (okay, so it's lamb, but it looks suspicious at first glance) drizzled with ranch-yogurt sauce and wrapped in tortilla alongside french fries and cole slaw. WHY is that not only edible, but good? It shouldn't be, but it's soooo good. Man, I really want one, now. The meat is in a huge round... block, or something, turning on a vertical spit, and they shave it off with a device that looks like a sander or a staple-gun.
And speaking of food, I have to go get some. Signing off for now!
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