Thanks for seein' about a girl, friend. here's where I'm writing my own history—for you, for me and anyone else who needs to laugh to keep from cryin' every once in awhile.

I'm no Miss South Carolina, but ...

... this wasn't exactly simple. Not only am I not nearly as wordly as I like to fancy myself, but it provided quite the little bursting of my "Oh yeah, I aced 'Where In the World Is Carmen Sandiego?'" bubble. 

(Tell me why I hear Rock-a-pella totally singing "the Warrant!" as I click and drag Turkmenistan to all the wrong places ....)

Random Observations

Maybe they mean well, but I doubt it.