Khan-dom

Lately, I found my ringtone to be boring as hell. So I changed it to the show theme from Get Smart. I changed Sufia's to the theme from Hawaii Five-O (I know, we're showing our age).

Then I got this from a friend in London - it's part of a HIV prevention campaign in India, by the BBC World Service Trust. They want to do it by promoting condom use. And they have a ringtone! This is what it sounds like:



You can download the ringtone here. Let me know if you think I should put it on my phone.

Mugamma-thon: Running the Gauntlet

Cairomaniac had her first experience with Egyptian bureaucracy yesterday. She needed to get her visa transferred to her new passport, and went to the dreaded Mugamma.
What a trooper! I've never dared to go.
Read about it here.

UPDATE: I went to the Mugamma with Cairomaniac a couple of days after reading this. Boy, was I surprised. Lots of people, lots of paper, lots of rubber stamps, lots of windows to go to, and a handful of actual computers. But, in that ugly, big brother building, things seem to somehow work. Read her entry here.

He's dead!

Quick! Somebody take the gun!!



No idea what I'm talking about? Read more.
And, if you have time to waste, read this.

From Cairo to Springfield?

This is me at my most narcissistic.

Saw a link to the Simpson's Movie site on Strombo's page. Turns out you can simpsonize yourself.

You can see George "Simpson" Stroumboulopoulos at the bottom of his page.

This is the best I could do for myself.

Does this look anything like me?

... and Khufu shuffled his feet...

A friend had warned me when she gave me the invitation - "I have no idea what her music is like."

"It's by the pyramids," I thought. "They probably don't let just anybody perform there."

Last Friday night, Hurricane Chantal hit the sphinx like a brick wall. At least that's what it sounded like.

A sinfully curvy Chantal Chamandy put on a show replete with awesomely hot dancers, gorgeous backup singers, a helium balloon moon, and the Cairo Symphony Orchestra.

For about an hour and a half, I was amazed at how someone so pretty, and so well-produced, can be so many notes off key, in so many different languages (english, french, spanish, and arabic), so consistently.

No matter. I'm a lyrics man, myself. And Chantal's songs about "war" and "love" (when you kiss me there my body thaws, like an ice cream cone...) did not disappoint. They were the stuff that greeting cards at Zellers are made of.

Chantal transformed a packed crowd of Egypt's finest - young specimens of Arab manhood, who are normally shy and reserved. On Friday night, they whistled, howled, swayed, and made some seemingly genuine offers to augment her gene pool.

Yup, she won over some hearts and minds that night. And behind her, in his pyramid, Khufu was already downloading her off iTunes.