Quite a day,
Nu left for school and on the way had a motorcycle accident. He was traveling one of the back-roads going to the YMCA for English classes and collided with Aphinan Nilthong’s truck which turned in front of him from a side road – they didn’t see each other until it was too late. Khun Nilthong took Nu to the hospital and I meet them there. No broken bones and the bike appears OK. Nu is limping but is otherwise OK.
Khun Nilthong, it turns out is a PGA Pro Golf Instructor at Genius Golf Academy. He took great pains and time to make sure Nu was OK and stayed with us for most of the morning at the hospital. Thanks
If you are looking for any golfing training then I would suggest that you check with Khun Nilthong.
If his devotion to your learning golf is anything like his attention to helping Nu then you would be in very good hands. I’d show more posts on golf but it is not my cup of tea, but Chiang Mai has some great Courses.
Here’s one from Jerry:
Poke and prod the spider with your mouse , also ‘grab’ one of its legs with your mouse and drag it around the screen–
Tell me it’s not alive!
When you grab one of his legs, twirl him around a couple of times and then “fling” him off the page. Watch and he’ll crawl back onto the page somewhere. Also anywhere on the map hit the space bar and it leaves little bugs, watch the spider go after it, this is totally crazy and creepy too! Do several in a row and he gets them all!
—– SPIDER —-
First a little humor:
My flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served us food and drinks. As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and told us that ‘Captain Marvel has asked me to announce that he’ll be landing the big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you could just put your trays up, that would be super.’
On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed this well-dressed and rather Arabic looking woman hadn’t moved a muscle. ‘Perhaps you didn’t hear me over those big brute engines but I asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground.’
She calmly turned her head and said, ‘In my country, I am called a Princess and I take orders from no one.’
To which (I swear) the flight attendant replied, without missing a beat,
‘Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I’m called a Queen, so I out rank you. Tray-up, Bitch.
Now the serious stuff:
Check out American Airlines Rainbow policy.
and another article:
Commerical Closet: American Airlines Flies First Gay Print Ads.
just thought I give credit where credit is due.