I'm not exactly sure what made me flag this today of all days, but here's a travel blog written by a friend of a friend. His name is Conor and he used to live in Prague. Maybe you know him, or once did. He's in Sri Lanka now.

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Say, this is a real long shot, but does anybody out there have any tips on getting an Iranian visa?

OK boys and girls, Google's satellite mapping turning up some bizarre shit, like this bizarre formation in the deserts of Nevada. Attempt at an explanation here (bottom one). (Via Sploid, which is growing on me.)

So I'm reading this post on Gridskipper about an experience at a restaurant in LA with horrible, horrible service, and I keep thinking to myself: When do we get to the part with the really bad service?

The tipper writes:

I have eaten at holes in the wall, and I have dined at the chic chic frou frou swanky joints. I have had great service. I have had bad service.

But I have never, ever had as bad a service experience I had at Axe on Abbot Kinney this past Friday.

I don't suppose this person's ever visited the Czech Republic.

Seems like European Parliamentarians Alejo Vidal-Quadras and Jo Leinen made a few good points in their assault on Vaclav Klaus's opposition to the EU constitution.

How does Klaus react? By playing the victim, crying "censorship!", demanding an apology and basically acting like an all-around cry baby.

Call me old-fashioned by I would have thought it'd be more productive to respond to a few of their arguments.