ThinkThought #17 : Mexicanos

First of all, yes I'm alive. No, I'm not hooking on Hastings (though it might be more exciting than taking theory of anthropology classes). And yes, this blog still exists (or does it? .... INCEPTION). It is not my fault that I'm lazy, it's just the way I was brought up (Kidding Petrina and Ken). No, no, no. I'm sure it's just a result of too much Bacardi and a lack of drive and motivation. Is there something that is the opposite of a motivational speaker? That's what I should do. Enough of this Mesoamerican archaeology nonsense.

In actuality, I've turned into a Mexican. Not literally of course (we wouldn't want that), but I do find myself sitting in my bed, wearing a Baja sweater, with my head resting upon an Alpaca wool pillow, Alpaca socks adorning my feet, staring at the Mexican blanket on my wall whilst eating fried beans. I wish I was jesting you, but unfortunately its true. Or fortunately, if I were a drug cartel, in which case, I hardly think I would be laying in my bed blogging. I'd probably be lying on a pile of naked women, rubbing myself with Benjamins whilst snorting cocaine off a glock clip. That is what drug cartels do, isn't it?

At this point in time I would like you to play the following youtube video while imagining me laying on a pile of naked women, rubbing myself with Benjamins whilst snorting cocaine off a glock clip.



Nothing better than a good ol' Mariachi band. And a pile of naked women? Oh well, when in Mexico...

I leave you with a lovely portrait of my sister and I in Mexico, taking a picture with the national hero, Mexican Spiderman! To quote from Mexico Spiderman, in a depressed and fatigued drawl:

"Maybe if I stay in this costume long enough, I'll make enough money for my family!"

See, even Mexican Spiderman has fallen on hard times. Let this be a reminder that no one can escape the Economic Crisis.

Viva México!