Sentience in a seed-pod

Found this visual representation of my travels. Nifty for those poor picture learners amongst us, less nifty now that I see all the grey bits - methinks I need a bit of Russia.



create your own visited countries map

I have a craving for toast with Pecks Anchovette. For those of you who do not live in South Africa, Pecks take large quantities of whole fish (including, they'd like us to believe, anchovies) and crunch them up in their entirity (including bones, organs, eyes and contents of stomach) into a tasteless mulch which they then colour pinkish and spice and flavour. It's the yummiest food in the world. Must have some now!!

Hello.

I have discovered once again that I am on the lowest rung of society. In fact, I'm below the lowest rung. I'm on the level of those red plastic pieces that stop the aluminium ladder from digging into your carpets. Since my migration from the existential cubical farm, I've once again been smoking the chewing gum bubble of illusion. I thought that perhaps I was at least in part a master of my destiny. However, I was rudely brought around today by the news that I'll be sent upstairs to do the bidding of young Mr Burns and the evil twin. Their bidding involves henching my way through some stuffy documentation, rather than the plot for world domination you would expect. A mere pawn, I must take a duster to our Developer Guide, clear the cobwebs, and replace the rotten wood with some good solid content. Oh, please mister, can I have some more?