The Jetpacker

Under the cloak of darkness, a non-Asian woman highly skilled in martial arts and espionage must assassinate the merciless force that attempts to defeat her: cold weather.  She is… THE PINK NINJA.

If only Jackie could reach that ladder…

I don’t know why we call the toilets a “restroom.”  I don’t often mind myself curling up for a nap in there, especially not after eating Mexican food — that usually requires work, the opposite of rest.  And unless it’s in your house, there’s probably no bath in the “bathroom.”  Let’s just call it what it really is…

Shouldn’t this be called the crapoir?

At the DDR Museum, there was a section dedicated to rebellion through nudism that chronicled the nudist movement that upset the communist East German government in the ’80′s.  If we had to imagine what a nude beach looked like, I think it would be pretty easy.  That’s why we found the scale model of a nude beach (with ladies with completely unrealistic lift for their age) unnecessary.  Awesomely unnecessary…

This German magazine must feature an article on my brother…

What does this sign even mean?  Is this a zone where single mothers can’t walk with their children?  A no hand-holding zone?  What?

Christmas spirit…

I have an affliction called childishness.  And that affliction is exacerbated by conditions that promote childish behavior… such as snow.  So when it started snowing in Berlin, I developed a little snowball throwing problem, as evidenced by this pathetic Nolan Ryan attempt…

…and this shockingly accurate fastball that bypassed Jackie’s defense system and nailed her in the face, eventually leading to a serious (and much deserved) tongue-lashing in public…

But how can this not look tempting from my perspective?

She’s not contemplating Nietzsche, she’s brewing a steaming pot of revenge…

Sometimes Jackie’s observations are way off point…

But you know what they say about assumptions…

When we entered the observation deck of the Berlin TV Tower, we expected to hear Oom-pah music or at least German elevator music, not…

Yeah, that music didn’t really match the atmosphere, much like “I Like Big Butts” at the DMV or “I Want It That Way” in a prison.