I've always had a soft spot for puzzles, whether jigsaw, crossword, logic, or highly addictive puzzle games, like the one I played my entire 14-hour flight from LA to Melbourne. It's called Zuma (like short for Montezuma), and it's Aztec-themed. It's basically like Snood for those of you who know (for those of you who don't, stay away; I wasted so many high school and post-college hours on Snood). The woman next to me woke up toward the end of the flight and laughed at me, saying, "You're going to go cross-eyed." Little did she know that I already was. The skirt on the lady on the restroom sign was already fluctuating between a mini-skirt and a full-length dress. I knew I had to stop, but I had no power over the Aztec witchcraft. I felt like an early Colonizer. Being faced with a mysterious yet strong force over me by a thing I
did not understand, I instantly classified it as evil. Foolish, weak Colonizer that I am, I arrived in Melbourne very tired, but I had to stay awake to fight the jetlag. I found a hostel for a reasonable rate (reasonable being relative since Oz is so expensive) for $22. I met up with a Minneapolis friend who is looking for work and a place to stay. We explored Fitzroy, an area much like Uptown Mpls that is full of hipsters and overpriced stores but also good independent coffeeshops and a few great deals, like the $4 pizzas we found at a cool restaurant/lounge thing with rooftop seating. Overall, my venture in Melbourne has been a success. Pictures to come later since both my camera and phone were presumed to be dead, even though I later realized that I had attempted to load the battery in the camera backwards. Oops!