Onus Envy

"Well, mine is..."


So long Dan. Onus Probandi was not on your side. In short - You were a tool.

I'm Just Sayin...

Schadenfreude

While I was driving home to Florida, after securing my visa, I heard the good news.
The number one shitstain in Iraq (I will not include the bastard's name) was no more.
He was dead, deceased, kaput, no longer living, deprived of life, inanimate, no longer current, put out, extinguished, defunct, sterile, inoperative, shuffled off this mortal coil. It was suicide by ordnance - a pair of non-improvised explosive devices.
This good news was followed by Iraq's final cabinet positions being filled. Surely, there couldn't be more.
Today there was.
He did not go peaceably into the night. He suffered. He had witnesses.
I have shamat. I have Schadenfreude.

Chale Chalo

Had my run at the Indian embassy this past week in D.C. In fact, I need to make another go of it this coming Tuesday to pick up my visa.
The downside is having to drive from Florida north, back to Florida and now all over again.
I'll own up to a feeling of impending dread about it. I'm waiting to hear that something is amiss and the visa isn't ready. It isn't like I can call up and ask about the status over the phone. They never answer any of the multiple lines they have; nor do they respond to the recorded messages that you leave.
And so I drive...
The process itself wasn't bad. The line moved fairly quickly. It helped that a American-Punjabi girl sat next to me and kept me company while we waited. She was absolutely adorable. We chatted about Bollywood films and who our favorite actors were. She was big on Kajol while I favor Rani. We mutually agreed on the Big B.
Then my turn came up and I was out the door within 10 minutes. The only issue remaining was the pickup on Tuesday.
Once I retreive the damned thing, I have to head south and finish everything else I need to do quickly. I'll have four days befor my departure.