Random bitching and moaning, plus Fie on the New York Times

There are only 2 kinds of taxis here, the immaculate taxi from the airport (contract with the airport) and the wacko cabs. Saw my first wacko today and  something did not look right. It was not the skanky bottle blond driver smoking in the cab, looking, looking, ah yes, the spotlight by the drivers A-pillar-it was a reconditioned police car. The trunk badging still had the "Police Interceptor" plain as day. Yea right, the cops  baby those cars.

I have a few blogs that I check every day from my favorites feature. I never followed them because I could not figure it out, or there was no option for that. I mostly read them for awhile to see if I like them. This one blogger has been posting odd comments for last month or so about quitting blogging in the next few months or so. Then she puts out this post about how she gets over 1500 hits for every post but no one follows her. Huh? And hers is one of those that are difficult to follow, meaning it takes more than 4 keystrokes. WTF.

I went to the doctor and I am officially back in hate with him. Can't discuss it right now but not a happy camper. And to put a cherry on that sundae he told me Dr. Oz did not know everything. I had made a little joke about taking a vitamin and he acted like I was shooting heroin. May need to re-think this when I calm down, I do have Blue Cross PPO now so I do have some flexibility.

Pisser of the month, The New York Times will no longer include the puzzle on line. If you are a subscriber to the on-line edition, you must purchase the puzzle separately. Is there nothing holy in this world that a person cannot get the NYT crossword in the NYT newspaper on-line. And the biggest and shittiest part of this debacle-all the damn liberal Al Gore suck ups that this paper is written for are not bitching about the carbon footprint that if I get the actual paper newspaper, the puzzle is free. I hate liberal two-faced whore dogs, it is either wrong to encourage the waste of the paper-paper or it is wrong to charge people extra to be green. OR it is cowardly to not admit that the puzzle is more popular than the damn paper.

Sad, sad, sad

It was bound to happen, my newfound communication skills with the Shanghai taxi drivers failed me yesterday. Got kicked out of one taxi because he did not understand Port-o-man, which is the correct pronunciation as confirmed by the second cab driver. Then the taxi from the Port-o-man did not understand how to get me home, and he was in a EXPO taxi. And I must say the wear and tear on the EXPO taxi was unbelievable. Also the lack of cleanliness.

Big Daddy and I had breakfast at Element Fresh and there were about 8 western guys all sitting by themselves having breakfast about 9:30 in the morning. They all looked sad. Glancing about the room, looking like they really wanted someone to talk to, or just staring at laptops. And they all looked like they had no place to go. It was just weird. Why don't they sit together?

I did buy a curling iron at the hair salon and it was about the same price a good one would cost in the US. Came home and curled my hair. Did not look bad. Woke up this morning and again I have the flatest hair in China. And trust me, that is some flat hair. Can't wait to get home and get a decent hair cut.

And get some fall/winter clothes. I am freezing here. Hairdresser told me it seems colder here and she is right. 50f feels more like low 40's at home. Supposed to get up to 70 this weekend, and I sure hope so.

and I thought Detroit was bad

Okay maybe I am over-reacting, but this place sucks. I cannot buy one thing. Because I cannot find anything to buy. Want a clothes brush or a lint roller, dream on. Need dusting clothes, eat shit and die. Don't even try for Simple Green. This place is filthy and now I know why, there are no cleaning products. And no stores that carry them. No hampers, waste baskets, garbage pails, or swifters. None, nada, zip, nothing. I need to clean this dump since no one else will and have nothing to clean it with. All righty then.

The people are the most miserable people I have ever met. Well, I don't meet them I try to interact with them. Like in "Dude can you get me a taxi?" Glower and shout, at me. Whoa, all I want is a ride. I have little slips of paper written in Chinese so the fucks can take me where I need to go. and they can't read them. I say Mao needs a vision plan. This porter got out a magnifying glass to read it to the taxi driver today. I kid you not. Yesterday the taxi guy pulled aside in the freeway to put his glasses and read the slip of paper again. Yikes.

So, so far, the weather sucks, everything sucks, the Internet is censored, (I can only write this and get in Facebook with a special private network) and above all the shopping sucks. Think about this when everything you buy says made in China. I can't buy it here. WTF.