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Go to Vietnam. Cheap, good food, amazing people and photo-juicy places.

oooooh :)

it was just an idea rhiannon had. kinda broke at the moment. hehe :)

Vietnam would be great! Imagine narrowing your eyes in the thousand-yard yeard stare a la that radio show... "Yeah, I was in Vietnam. Damn, I don't think I'll ever get over the things I've seen. Those Contiki tours are hell, man."

Vietnam would be great! Imagine narrowing your eyes in the thousand-yard yeard stare a la that radio show... "Yeah, I was in Vietnam. Damn, I don't think I'll ever get over the things I've seen. Those Contiki tours are hell, man."

oopsie

Hehe. I love mothership posts. :)

Your mother never ceases to be, erm, your mother.

Perhaps you should've just said, 'It's on special.'

It’ll be grand. Plan for a trip in the future to do Vietnam, Cambodia and Laos. You can do it on the cheap!

Vietnam is great but I enjoyed Cambodia more.

Holidays are so much fun to plan anyway. So far this year I have planned trips to Iceland, the US, and several other destinations but at the moment I can't even get to the front door to walk my dog.

Watch out, I'm told there's still pools of unignited napalm lying around some places. Probably not smack downtown, though.

Bah, Vietnam. It's never been the same since the French moved out.

Guns, guns, guns! Get some brothers, yo, and see what became of those VC starfuckers incorporated! Bomb the villages, come back a few months later and watch those clever little fellers with the wicker hats build it up again. I'm sorry, am I trapped in 1969? I sure the hell wasn't born there or then. There are only violent images of a shirtless Bruce Willis (we know you baldin', Brucie!) for my twentysomething ass to relate to, but I don't believe that life owes me anything, except for a refund on "Hudson Hawk."

The American philosophy, specifically as it pertains to Vietnam, comes down to this:

Yippie kiyee motherfucker! Come out to the Vietnam Coast, we'll have a few laughs!

Trent, that miniscule fucker, sure ain't Afro (to use 'Nam parlance for a tad). In fact, that bitchy little Caucasian's idea of pain certainly ain't a guy with his face down in the mud, cringing at mines and reports in the jungle, but the sad minimum wage Starbuck's dude refusing to serve Trent "Whiny Angst is My Fucking Middle Name" Reznor with his oh so precious beverage. You know what I'm sayin? The Muddy Waters, bereft of blues. This is his angst? That boy ought to mud wrestle naked with McNamara or, at the very least, get his pale ass bitchslapped by that other whiny Caucasian pervading the bugfuck out of our media: Eminem. Fat Man and Little Boy, we would hope. But all we have here are Two Little Boys. And that might be enough to take out a neighborhood in the San Fernando Valley, but it sure as hell won't mark a dent anywhere around Saigon, particularly in 2002.

Reznor's current claim to fame is scoring Doom III, kids. That's Doom III, yup, same old shit, different engine, blow four hundred dollars not on a Ho Chi Minh whore but a goddam top-of-the-line nVidia card. Riddle me this, mofo. Who was the marketing genius that took the Hollywood hooker out of nearly every self-respecting geek's mind set. Today's "adult" game is just plain violent. It is without reference to sex, women, the salient reality that geeks need to get laid so that we can see more crazy open source stuff. Man, they've succored geek culture into a cul-de-sac and took away the suburbanite's libido. That's wrong. What would the brothers say?

Worse, there's no memory of Vietnam amongst those who purchase this shite SHITE shite. Just a bunch of culturally insignificant aural gangbang that even, as Graham possibly infers above, the French had to throw to the dogs.

What does this mean? 'Nam is the place to be right now, because no one, not even those Viacom punkasses, seems to remember that guns fired off, kids were drafted and butchered, kids on the homeland protested (and their sons and daughters grew up to be spineless consumers!), and Nixon was in some sense responsible for this somber bedlam.

The Revolution will not be televised, but it will begin in Vietnam. Tonight. Order now from Nike!

Nice to see there's still one constant with Ed. :)

love the post. trent was refused coffee? and he got angry about it? cmon give me a news link, i know you want to..

panos... what the hell are you on about?

Damn, I wish I had the courage to post what I liked here. :)

ok i knew i shouldve spaced that out more.

I loved your post. I love posts about the mothership.

Ed: in regards to your commetn about trent reznor.. you say he was refused coffee? could i have a newslink please?

I hope that made more sense. Im still loving the green! And the cat.

haaha! the panos is obsessed with green. maybe he should go to vietnam - there's plenty of green rice paddys, there. and you just like the cat cos you want to steal its wig.

but what i wanted to say was, go to vietnam, shaunygirl! i haven't yet but have always wanted to. know about a wicked-ass canoeing trip you can do, if you want deets.

Anyway, isn't the centre of the fragging universe Fort Worth, Texas? They don't go much for bootywhang there, I hear.

Ed... what is your deal? I'm glad some of the other posters were able to decipher that some guy was refused coffee, because I sure wasn't. And Vietnam is so OVER, man. It's a buzzword now! It's a hot travel destination! It's a name to drop!

Anyway. Love the new website design, Shauny. But I do miss that lovely Fifties picture that used to live at the top. :)

Ed... what is your deal? I'm glad some of the other posters were able to decipher that some guy was refused coffee, because I sure wasn't. And Vietnam is so OVER, man. It's a buzzword now! It's a hot travel destination! It's a name to drop!

Anyway. Love the new website design, Shauny. But I do miss that lovely Fifties picture that used to live at the top. :)

Damn, I'm such an American. I actually mused, "That's a long way to travel." Then I thought about it, laughed at myself, and then read what Ed wrote, and now am horribly confused by will hit [POST] anyway.

The interesting thing is that Trent Reznor was never refused coffee. He just likes Muddy Waters, but not the bluesman or the jungles of 'Nam.

No, that longass comment doesn't make one bit of sense. But that's only because I wrote that after drinking two double lattes. Or perhaps I'm just permanently deranged because I love that sideways cat putting my field of vision into such wonderful perspective.

Vietnam...it's this whole other country.