Taking Off: A Title of Apposition, I Swear to Goodness

"Hold it! Something smells fishy here..."

"Bug off with the excuses. You're getting your haircut. Now. TODAY"

"But. Wait. I mean, the stench! There's certainly a STENCH!"

I’ll be flying off to Bali in approximately 10 hours time, where I’ll be staying until Thursday. Normally, whenever I go away, I tell people that they should keep an eye out for the goats and their evil-scheming tendencies to take over the world, but these days they’ve been embroiled over the Yak scandal that started last week, so I suppose they’ll be full-handed to actually plan and execute the next downfall of humanity.

(Keep an eye out, still. They’ve been opportunistic at times.)

I guess I should be excited, but I’m not. Strangely, I haven’t exactly looked forward to it. Somehow carting off in the middle of the month, rather impulsively, into an (un)exotic island for 4 days and taking random tours to places I wouldn’t know sounds like a distant thing that other people would do, that I’d read/write about. When I take the plane in 10 hours time, it would seem like someone else was doing it. I’ll be at home and at the computer, reading about Inigo Montoya.

But what the heck. It’s Bali, it’s a vacation, and I suppose I’ll just think about it when it’s right in my face.

Ah, and there’s a beach involved. I could do with some sand.

And sights.

Ahem.

Ah:

Not that it matters, but trying to contact me within the next four days, or expecting some sort of reply to a message or e-mail, would be pointless. Just needed to make that clear. Because, you know. I’m like. Away? Ok? Got it? Because I trust you people to be capable of thought well enough to -. Right. Ok, good. Now that you’ve understood…

Goodnight people.