I’m back from Iceland. As much as I love everyone here, it’s depressing to be back in the US. It was especially depressing going back to work today. The best part of the trip? Well, all of it. That and the fact that it’s strengthened my resolve to get the fuck out of Michigan finally. Won’t be long!

As for the 700 or so pictures I took in Iceland, I’ve yet to download them. Expect some amazing posts full of amazing pictures in the coming days.

&Rock music to Sting: “Ditto.”
And now a study in contrasts:

Let’s say you work at Burger King and somebody comes in and calls you names and throws their drink at your head. Sorry, but you can’t leap over the counter and punch them in the face. Thems the rules. Now on the other hand if somebody jumps over the counter and touches you, by say going in for a kiss, you can totally punch that guy. Why? He broke the rules and came into your space and touched you first. That the difference between assault and self-defense.

Things I’ve learned about Iceland so far:

1) Youth hockey isn’t such a big deal actually.

2) It’s cold, but not that cold. No worse than Ann Arbor in late November.

3) Thë kæyboards hérë are lóåðs of fün.

4) You’d think I would feel right at home in a land full of tall, blond people. Sure, I guess. Only problem is that although everyone here is fluent in English, they keep talking to me in Icelandic. I guess I blend in a little too well.

&t
BSS —FireEyed Boy