“Alright, now remember these … um … questions, and answer them as quick as you can, you hear? Great. Oh-kay, one, What exactly were you trying to accomplish? Two, Who the hell is that guy? Three, What did the little dog play? Oh, shit, no. Not that. Number three, Where or where did the little dog play? Shit! Uh, sorry, yea, I didn’t mean to scare you. Uh, num. ber. FOUR, How long have you know your ‘friend,’ Sarah? Read more
We’ve all got something that makes us something.
– the chicken-thigh-(or turkey-leg?)wielding “instruction worker” via The Lego Movie
Yesterday, Ee and I were having some discussion about something neither of us can remember now, but the point of this … bringing-it-up-ness is not about what we were talking about anyway. The point is that at the end of the conversation, he said something like, “You never take my advice anyway, ” to which I responded, Read more
The Lego Movie isn’t an anti-capitalist or anti-consumerist or any sort of anti-anything-themed movie. Sure, I wasn’t totally wrong when I wrote: The Lego Movie, a 90-minute ad for The Lego Group. Shamelessly, it’s a full-blown ad for the toy. Nevertheless, it’s also an ad for life, the type of life major corporate heads would love to have come back in fashion, especially since all these free-thinking, gig-economy Millennials are Read more
When I was working this past Summer, I saw this book called Holes by Louis Sachar. It stood out to me for some reason, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I asked if I could borrow it to read it, but then I never got around to reading it cause Read more
I woke up this morning with an immense case of schadenfreude, but I would not like to go into detail since the possibility of this thing going public still hangs. You, however, (I’m talking to myself) know the circumstances that caused such great pleasure, but just in case, for some reason, you forget what triggered such delight on this particular day, I’ll just say … Read more
|how.odious| Year Two: DAY 004
2016 October 24 [Monday]
Happy Monday! I hope everyone had a nice weekend or had whatever kind of weekend you most desired. My weekend was awesome, slightly uneventful albeit slightly productive yet relaxing. It [my awesome weekend] actually began on Friday with the surprising news that my book actually sold a surprising number of copies on its release date! I was genuinely shocked. That glee, however, was quickly replaced with nerves about how people will respond to the damn thing. Ugh. No matter, the celebration continued with more champagne, some new kicks, and my type of weekend.
The newest Marvel movie, Doctor Strange, hits theaters here in Seoul this weekend, so we trekked out to the Wangsimni CGV to see if we could get IMAX 3D tickets for this coming weekend. Unfortunately, the tickets for Saturday/Sunday showtimes were not available yet, so we split a few snack items from Taco Bell [yeup] and hopped right back on the subway home. For dinner we finished up the leftover 반찬, roasted some cauliflower and called it a night. I think we actually watched a movie or something, but I don’t remember.
On Sunday, we both woke up after 1200, snuggled in front of the TV, split an avocado omelette, and then hit the park for a circuit workout. It was quite chilly and lightly spitting rain all day, which was really nice. From the park, we ran to a different [the Joonggye] CGV after noticing at the Wangsimni CGV that we could buy tickets to other CGV theaters. Thus, after a few failed attempts to find the button/screen that allowed us to see all the other theaters’ showtimes in English, the lifemate figured out that we could see other theaters’ showtimes in Korean. Good thing we know enough Korean!
Thus, we bought tickets for the IMAX 3D [there are only a few theaters that show in IMAX 3D within a reasonable distance from our apartment: Wangsimni and Yongsan] showing at Yongsan CGV for Saturday! Woot woot! Obviously, none of this holds any sort of significance; it’s merely what we did this past weekend. We rarely even go to the movies. We only spend money [ahem] on movies when we can see them in IMAX 3D.
For dinner on Sunday, the lifemate cooked up the most amazing pork tenderloin. Oh my ephing ay. I can’t even really describe to you how amazingly delicious it was. Admittedly, we ate every single last drop of food that he made. That’s how good it was. I’d go into more detail about what it was exactly, but I’m not really the type who shares kickass cooking recipes, so there’s that. Then, I kicked his ass at a round of Scrabble. Ha!
In other news, I’m sore as shit. My mini-circuit yesterday consisted of triceps [elbows in] push-ups, lunges [each leg, forward for the first set, side for the second, and back for the third], edge sit-ups [the kind where your legs hang down off a ledge while you lean back and then you bring your legs up to your chest as you balance on your ass] where right knee, left elbow then left knee right elbow, then both legs up is one rep; box jumps [knees to chest for the first set, attempting to land on the box with as little bend in my knees as possible for the second, and jumping on with an immediate jumping off for the third], then a 100 meter run, pull-ups [three for the first set, two for the second, one for the third], then a 200 meter run and that is one set. I only did three sets with the first set requiring ten reps of each, the second eight, and the third six.
Yea, not all that impressive or exciting, but we took about two whole weeks off [back at the beginning of October], and even before that, we were only barely working out once or twice a week. And then, with the change in our diet, we’re easing ourselves into more grueling workouts. I’m working my way up to the Dirty [fucking] Dozen circuit workout. I’m so totally over running that this is what I’ve changed my exercise routine to. We are actually planning a long run either later this week or this coming weekend. Boo!
Let’s see. I don’t think there’s much else to talk about. I had something small to say about how fucking annoying it is that, too often times, I read articles and hear bits about how Hillary Clinton is so unlikable, as if likability is the most important thing. I mean, I “get it;” people are going to vote for whomever they “like.” I get that likability is the thing for which each candidate strives. It doesn’t surprise me one bit, however, that the idiot masses care so much about whether or not they “like” something or someone. The way I see it is that it’s really hard to like something you don’t understand. So, if you’re dumb, then it’s almost impossible to understand and thereby like the things that Highbrow Hillary says and does. You’re sort of admitting that you’re a fucking idiot if you “don’t like” her. You don’t understand her because she’s smart, and you’re dumb, and your ego would never let you admit that you’re dumb, so instead, you “don’t like her.” No, she’s not like you; she’s better than you. No, she’s not easy to relate to; she’s so far out of your league that your puny little mind can’t wrap around anything bigger than the mere, insignificant, self-centered rabble about how your own life sucks. It’s so plainly obviously it’s almost disgusting. What it is really is unbelievable. It’s unbelievable how fucking stupid so many of my fellow countrywomen/men truly are.
And that’s enough about that because I am not one to really participate in these sorts of discussions, nor do I want to be perceived as someone who wants to start becoming someone who participates in these sorts of discussions. This was a mere blip about something I felt like saying. Until Friday …