Polluted Stream of Consciousness

What is the purpose of trolleybuses? They're slow. In the rush hour it takes me less time to walk home. And they don't work in the snow. Or rain. Or slightly increased humidity, probably.

I'm all for environmentally friendly electrically powered public transport. I love trams. But then, they work, regardless of the weather. Fortunately, the whether has mostly been kind this year, but yesterday I had to walk home in the rain, as the streets were once again blocked by dead trolleybuses.

On the other hand, perhaps it's unprecedented example of forward planning. Maybe they are the vehicles of the future. Of the globally warmer future when in the deserts of central Serbia precipitation will be a centennial event.

Then again, I'm starting to think, global warming might not even exist. Maybe news are really only used to scare everyone into submission. I mean, how important can the crisis in Iran really be if CNN can afford to talk about the death of a Playboy playmate for three days. Poor woman, but still…

Not actually posted on Wednesday due to technical difficulties.

It’s All Japanese to Me

Let's pretend there is a buzz around the blogging community: Where is Reluctant Dragon? Working his tail off, that's where.
A month ago, I was naively rejoicing in the fact that things are looking up at work, and now I just hope to get home before midnight. It's not as if I don't have enough of extracurricular activities in preparation for our big leap across the Atlantic.
I took a TOEFL exam (pronounced T-Awfull). It's an exhausting four hours of not too difficult exercises in the English language under inhuman conditions. I told a friend that I took the exam. She misunderstood me. She thought I took a Tofu exam. Some people are even more lost than I am. I hope I did well on my Tofu.