Fame.Hey--my microscopically miniscule fame has just become marginally less microscopically miniscule. Does this mean it's macroscopic? Maybe, although I mostly mentioned microscopically and macroscopically because I have a thing for alliteration. I'm sure you could never guess.
For those of you who don't like clicking on links you've only just met without having one or two or ten drinks in you first--and really, who doesn't?--I will save you the suspense and tell you that the link goes to a website that has posted a picture of mine. This picture, to be specific:
Yes, it's the gloriously titled "Doorway in the Forbidden City." I know, I know: "Forbidden City Doorway" would have been so much better, but what can you do? Oh well. If any of you are going to the Forbidden City anytime soon, this is a handy doorway to know about, and not just for the picture possibilities. Why? Because it's just to the left of the famous Forbidden City Starbucks, and right before the equally important four-star bathroom/smoking lounge.
So what are you waiting for? Grab yourself a cup of coffee and a pack of smokes, take a picture of the door, and then enjoy a well-earned rest drinking your joe and puffing on your flavorful, tar-heavy Great Wall cigarettes while sitting in the Forbidden City's nicest bathroom. After all, it's not like there's anything else to do there ...
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