But it’s been slow around here. We both have things we need to do and none of it is very fun. It’s also been rainy and cold so there’s not a whole lot of incentive to explore.
I have to post this.
My mom’s friend in Ohio has a very aggressive squirrel in her backyard.
I’m posting here.
I SHOULD be making some hard decisions about Huppy the Anarchist and print formats vs. web formats, but am I? No. Of course not. I’d rather talk about what it’s like to cook in a kitchen with a two-burner stove and only two small pans to work with.
But I just have to say that as I was cleaning the shrimp, I looked out the window and saw these three young guys walk by. They were all wearing white short-sleeved shirts and black ties. I thought to myself “Huh. They look like they should be on Broadway in the ‘Book of Mormon’ or something.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, they knock on my door. I feigned ignorance of Spanish, which really isn’t much of a feign. Anyway, I said, “Me habla no Span, er, español.” It was as wrong as I could get it. Sadly, one of the guys said “Oh, you speak English! We’re missionaries! I’m from Missouri! Where are you from?!” (Everything they said was punctuated with a nice, clean exclamation point. I’m not kidding.)
What are the odds?
They asked me if I knew about the book of Mormon. I just stood there with shrimp poop covering my hands and thought, “Seriously? Did that boy just say that out loud?”
I didn’t know what I could do to get rid of them. At first, I thought I should say “Sorry. I’m a Wiccan.” But I don’t have any visible tattoos or piercings so I doubt I could work the Wiccan thing. Then I thought “Sorry, I’m a polytheist.” But that just sounded retarded. I mean, nobody’s a real polytheist anymore. So I decided on, “Sure. I know a few mormons. Excommunicated ones, but, you know.” Which actually isn’t a lie.
They waved and said, “Have a nice day!”
Well, it’s finally over and the PRI won. Enrique Peña Nieto is the new President for the next six years. He won with about 38% of the vote.
38%. That’s one hell of a mandate.
During our walk the other day, we came upon San Cristóbal’s firehouse. Normally, we wouldn’t be all that curious about it, but since Huppy’s BFF (and I’m so going to get grief for calling him that) is a fireman in NOLA, we poked our heads in and took a look around.
Yesterday it was a beautiful cool day here in St. Cristóbal so we went for a looooong walk. (I’m sorry for you folks up there in the US. We’ve been hearing how awful it’s been, temperature-wise.)
The really aren’t allowed to sell booze here because of the election:
Excerpt: Some Mexicans — known for their twisted sense of humor — have joked that given the quality of the presidential candidates in this year’s election alcohol might be just the incentive they need to get them to the polling booth.
As we have posted, it’s election time here in Mexico, including local elections in San Cristóbal de las Casas. We have already commented on the political aspects of the elections. Another peculiar happening during election time is that the city has become dry, that is, no alcohol.
They are very cheap here. Want to see what $100 pesos of food looks like? (At today’s rate, that’s $7.35 USD.)
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