You guys ever played the name game? Not a game exactly....it's the game where you look for weird names. Works best in places where there are a lot of names, like if you have access to some sort of name database. If not, you can always look in the phone book. It's a bit harder there, because they often only give the initial of the first name. But you persevere. So you get names like Phuk Yu, or Huf Puf or Ray Per or Pho Bich Niga or something like that. And you compete with your friends to see who can find the funniest name. Now....don't deny it. I know you've all played it. I'm sure I have. But...when you think about it....what a stupid thing to do! Like....what purpose does it serve, other than making a perfectly nice person (or Vietnamese restaurant) the object of your ridicule? I mean, really. But ah well. It's fun I suppose.

So. The Nepalean update. We have yet another new king. So, to sum up. The original king got shot by his son, Dipendra. Dipendra then became the king. He's since died from the gunshot wound (he decided that shooting his dad wasn't cool enough, that the only truly cool thing to do was to shoot himself, and somehow screw up shooting himself enough so that it took two days for him to die....what did he do, shoot himself in the pinky finger or something?). Okay. So the son has died. Kingly funeral number two. The next king is a fellow by the name of Gyanendra, the original king's brother, and Dipendra's uncle. If I were him, I'd turn it down. Being a Nepalean king is hazardous to one's health it seems. Another day another king. Why can't this happen with the British royal family? Charles shoots Liz, then shoots himself in the big ear, it takes him two days to die at which point William becomes king. Then everybody will be happy, and teenybopper magazines will print special editions screaming "WHO WILL BE WILLY'S QUEEN", and Camilla Parker-Bozo will go hit on old Philip. Ah, life. 1