reporting live from bali...

it's a-game and k-dog:

Here's a couple of things about Bali -- first brand names here are charmingly overused and misused and copied. Men put "Bennetton" in rainbow letters on the back of their trucks and there are 3 "Polo" stores next to each other (selling identical shirts in different colors) next to a "Prada" store and a "Gap Kids" store selling Bali t-shirts. Also, English is regularly and hilariously misinterpreted -- people walking around in "Fuck Terrorist" shirts. Another favorite was a woman in the market who sold us fruit, wearing a shirt that says "Punk my Blood" real big. There's a constant parade of animals running through every house, store, spa, etc: chickens, dogs, cats, sometimes cows, lots of noisy roosters. Cats here have stubby tails, all of them, which makes them less cute. Speaking of roosters, we went to a cock fight. It was exciting and gruesome, and full of men betting like crazy. Not as bloody as I expected, though the guy in front of us was just holding a severed chicken leg in his hand like it was no big deal.