hey kruu- so nice to see you posting!
sounds like the food is ALOT better in prague than in poland!!
mooners: You will, you will... I'll make sure of that! ;-) I'm just wondering how far east I'll have to drift? And after all that drifting, will I need a rest, or will I be inspired to get right to work? How, pray tell, will you help me re-energize?
Ah, the flatmate... well, there really aren't too many ways that I wouldn't approve of, even if he doesn't look like Johnny Depp (it dawned on me today, while I was watching an old episode of M*A*S*H, who he does look like... are you ready for this? Just imagine Radar O'Reilly with thick, straight, brown, longer than shoulder length hair, usually pulled back in a pony tail, wrap a bandana around all that, grow a scruffy beard that's not all filled in, and you've pretty much got my Pegleg Pete). Alas, rumor has it, he's gay, but just hasn't realized it yet. Darn those rumors! Maybe he's just shy.... or just bi... that could be interesting. His friend that always stays over here is drop dead gorgeous.... oh, I'm sorry, are there still people here? I was just getting lost in my thoughts. :)
moon: Is that standard or summer time? Yes, I'm sure that no matter how exhausted we are when we arrive, just being in the presence of the master will revitalize us. It remains to be seen, however, if any human being can truly survive what comes next. I'm sure you can think of plenty of creative ways to rest as well. Let's just not do it under any coconut trees. I want to live long into old age to have lots of time to sit in my rocking chair and fondly reminisce about my first meeting with the great moonriver. :)
I took a look at that wikipedia pic, to see what version of Radar you were seeing. It's pretty close, but Pegleg smiles a lot more. They both share a sort of wondrous innocence, though. My bedroom, by the way, is only separated from the kitchen and bathroom by a sheet hanging over the passageway, and it's usually open. So, as I was sitting here working, Mr. Drop-Dead-Gorgeous came through to brush his teeth, clad only in a T-shirt and underwear. Mamma mia! I had to remind myself, "Okay, kruu, put your tongue back in your mouth and get your eyes back on the computer." Ahhhh, so many men, so little time.