I fully support capital punishment for bicycle thieves.

Seriously, what kind of person takes a mans bicycle? Bloody savages.
So I'm heading off to work, not real thrilled to be riding to work in the drizzle, but I would have gotten over it, when I open the door and see that some bastard ass Dutchman cut the lock clean off my bike. These are the worst humans in the world. I would put the people that get convicted at the tribunal higher up on the reasonable person list that bicycle thieves right now. And I say that completely without hyperbole.

Changing gears, work is going well. I've been working on a small bit of a big judgment that will be handed down on Thursday. I'm told its extremely confidential and not to talk to anyone about it other than the trial team, which makes me feel like a big man. My supervisor tells me to watch out for the defense attorney whilst in the tribunal library, he can be pushy and will try to get some info from me. I told her I ain't going to let no one push me around.

So with my newly inflated sense of self worth, I will leave you with some photos now that the Iraqi internet is up and running like a champ. BOOSH!


The view out of my window.


The Dutch have a really grandiose term for matches


This is the jail where they keep the detainees for the ICTY and the ICC. Apparently it's really nice. They get to play tennis and cook for themselves. I hear that Charles Taylor cooks for a few of the other ICC defendants, which boggled my mind when I heard it, madness.
Side note, while hearing that story, I was told that Charles Taylor also complained to the ICC about the Dutch food that they were serving it. Ole Chuck thinks it sucks ass, so they let him cook what he wanted. My Dutch roommate was outraged about this. She didn't care that they caved to his demands, but because he doesn't like Dutch food. She couldn't believe anyone would complain about Dutch food.
She also wasn't pleased when I followed that up by telling her how bland Dutch food is. Thankfully I have some hot sauce and Tony Chachere's

And finally this item at the Albert Heijn supermarket

What a coincidence. I am also a big American that is crispy on the outside and soft inside.

More to come, assuming some filthy Dutchman doesn't steal my computer too.

Don't call it a come back.

Contrary to popular belief, I'm not dead yet. Although we are on day 19 with no internet connection at the apartment, and it's beginning to wear on me, and I'm tired of taking the computer to the beach to download Frisky Dingo. There seems to be hope that the modem will be here tomorrow though, as there is a package at the post office. Things are looking up.

On a negative note, I let my favorite holiday pass my by yesterday. Talk Like a Pirate Day. Blast and bedamn it to the four winds! I be feeling like a right scurvy dog. No wenches, rum, or a plunderin' did I. Yarrrrrr.

And on that bombshell, I must abandon the UN internet and leave for the day. The first day this week I am leaving before 7:45. One would think that I was getting paid or something.

More to come
/with photos
//much sooner this time

Matt