Dance, ‘Ant-Man’!

Dance, ‘Ant-Man’!

She had never really thought about it before, except under the specific circumstance of riding in Economy Plus on the night flight from Auckland, Auckland, NZ to Honolulu, Hawaii, USA. For it was on this flight that she watched, for the third or fourth time, Ant-Man and the Wasp. The first time, of course, is the most notable version of this movie-going experience.

She and her partner had decided that they were going to leave Seoul, South Korea—their current home—the year before, and now, the date of their departure only stood a mere month away. Having been seeped all spring and summer in celebratory senioritis, they were winding down their fundays in order to focus on the final tasks that all had to be accomplished during that final departure month.

The grand finale had to be big, and it had to be awesome. This only left one option: The late-night showing of Ant-Man and the Wasp in IMAX 3D at the newly reconstructed Yongsan IPARK on opening weekend. For those who don’t know, Seoul is the greatest city on Earth, but don’t take her word for it; she left. Anyway, in Seoul, there are movie showtimes at all hours of the night except maybe between 0400 and 0500. Thus, that last showtime they opted for was a showtime at 0140 – 0348. Yes, that’s right; this is a normal showtime in Seoul. The problem, however, is that the subways and buses stop running around (depending on the bus or subway stop) midnight, and they don’t start up again until about 0500 (again, depending on the subway stop or bus). So, what is one to do?

Well, they scheduled a bunch of shit and thought that they would try out the whole “Sextel” experience in Sinchon. If you know, you know. They planned a stay-cation that would begin in Sinchon, work its way through Hongdae, Ewa, Yongsan and Itaewon, whereupon they’d leave their apartment in Nowon at 9 AM on Tuesday morning and not return until whenever the first subway out of Itaewon got them back to Nowon on Friday morning. So, on Tuesday morning, they packed some daypacks with only the stuff they’d need, and off to Sinchon they went where the first thing on their tour was to meet her birth mother.

After an emotional afternoon and evening reconnecting with her birth mother, her man meeting her birth mother for the first time, they found themselves in a sextel over by the Yonsei University campus, and so, they changed clothes for an evening on the town. Wednesday, being unable to use the room during the day (if you know, you know), they checked out and filled the day with eating and finding various places to escape the heat for long periods of time without being weird or having to buy multiple handcrafted beverages throughout their stay and played hand after hand of Hold ‘Em. By 1800, they were checked into a new sextel, and they just kicked it in their room that had a circular bed and large circular jacuzzi all in the same room. They may or may not have run out for some orange diner-type food and bath bubbles.

By the time Thursday rolled around, they were getting a bit worn out, but they charged on. With morning filled with more coffee in establishments that were comfortable enough to spend hours in, they spent the afternoon grazing a pizza buffet and then, began their walk to Yongsan. Again, if you know, you know. The remainder of Thursday remains a blur of walking, walking, trying to find a GS for some liquor fixer, walking, walking, trying to find a bathroom, trying to find somewhere to eat, trying to find a GS for some more liquor fixer, walking, walking and walking. By 2300, she called it quits and threw a fit, which transpired into her lifemate calling a cab and the driver driving, literally, half a mile to their destination. And this was not the first time she lost it within a mile of their desired location(s). But come on, they had been walking all day—and not in a straight line—to Yongsan. Arriving at the theater two hours before the showtime, they felt quite proud of themselves and continued their never-ending Hold ‘Em game.

Obviously, Ant-Man and the Wasp was awesome. They left the theater around 0400 and decided that a cab to Itaewon would be quite cheap at that hour, so they hopped in a cab and grabbed a bite to eat at a 24-hour pizza joint. After the delicious slice, they walked to the next subway stop just to kill some time. As the sun began to create a gentle haze over the calm, cool city, they sat and tried not to fall asleep on a park bench just outside the subway stop that they would inevitably enter at 0530 in order to catch the first train out to Taerung where they would transfer to Line 7 to the Nowon stop where they would catch a bus for a twenty-minute ride to the stop one block from their apartment where they would eventually take a cold shower and pass out.

By the end of August, they were on a plane to New Zealand, where they would stay for a few months only to quickly learn that NZ was not the place for them. And so, onward they went back the USA via a short, tropical vacation in Hawaii. It was this first experience of Ant-Man that instilled the knowledge within her that Paul Rudd would indeed dance when she tapped on the in-flight screen and selected to watch Ant-Man and the Wasp to pass the time as they flew over the Pacific at night. And of course, it was on this flight that she realized that she very muchly enjoyed watching Paul Rudd dance. Of course, she had always known this, intellectually, but now, she became curious about it interpersonally.

 

 

 

They’ll Dance.

They’ll Dance.

[an excerpt*]

She had never really thought about it before, except under the specific circumstance of riding in Economy Plus on the night flight from Auckland, Auckland, NZ to Honolulu, Hawaii, USA. For it was on this flight that she watched, for the third or fourth time, Ant-Man and the Wasp. The first time, of course, is the most notable version of this movie-going experience. Read more

Words, ‘Work’ and Withdraw

Words, ‘Work’ and Withdraw

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Mundane Monday

I finished my fiction-writing, word-count quota early today, and so, I thought I’d jot down a few happenings. One moment please …

Wow, fuck! I haven’t posted a Mundane Monday post since April. I had to look up the most recent post, and yea, I’ll just say that I’m … sorry? To be fair, I spent four posts logging our Sydney vacation, so there’s that, at the very least. I’ve also been writing some poetry that I’ve posted sporadically between then and now as well. *sigh. Let’s see … where to begin, then? One more moment please …

Holy shit! We’ve been back from our trip for six weeks! Where does time go? Seriously, I want to know! Ugh! Oh, right, I know. I’ve been cranking out those words for my manuscript, which I am proud to say, I will finish in exactly sixteen days. Like I said at the opening of this nonsense post, I’ve been diligently writing my little [big] ass off since December, and I’ve realized that having deadlines and actual “work” to do makes time fucking fly. Oh, I also returned to The ‘Gram after our trip cause, let’s be honest, I really really really wanted to brag about the trip and all egoistically related suchness. So … there’s that.

As for real updates, there’s not much to tell. I’m two, ten-day due dates away from finishing my 150,000-word manuscript, and I’m quite proud. Obviously, I still haven’t completed the task, but I know I will, unless some sort of karmic balance needs to unfold … or something. With the potential for any unknowable circumstance that would/could prevent me from finishing my ultimate #goals still lingering, I feel fully confident that I will scale this particular undertaking roughly unscathed, physically and deeply knowledgeable and fit [bruised and bewildered] psychologically. A sort of this-is-what-I’ve-learnt-type exercise will assuredly [or perhaps not] come forth once I’ve actually completed the thing.

In other news, the lifemate and I are basically going to the movies every other weekend. Two weekends ago, we watched Wonder Woman, obviously. Uh, yea, I definitely fucking cried during that movie. It was crazy awesome. One of my blogging/social media rules is “No Commentating;” another is “No Critiquing,” so, yea, there’s not really much for me to say about the flick, intellectually. I also can’t really suggest the movie to you, dear readers, for fear that that sort of … proffered instruction would fall under “No Curating,” another rule. So, there’s that. Last weekend [picture set below] we celebrated the lifemate’s birth, which is sort of really stupid if you think about it, so we’re in discussions about how best to “deal with” certain “special days,” etc.

If there had been a movie to watch [that we would’ve been willing to pay to see], we would’ve gone to the movies last weekend but alas … . And then yesterday, we went and saw Transformers: The Last Knight, a movie for which I was quite excited. I’m not ashamed to admit that I liked the previous installment for what it was. I thoroughly enjoyed all the transforming in 3D; it was epic, and I was looking forward to more of the same, but alas, that was not what we were given. Oh well. And then obviously, we will go see Spider-man: Homecoming the weekend after next.

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In between all this movie watching, we haven’t been up to much except writing, ‘working’ [in my case ’cause the lifemate definitely work {no quotes} WORKS], and withdrawing. Yea, we’re trying to cut back on the liquor, but we’re still partaking in our summer slushies when we “hit the town.” My days are still the epitome of mundane. One ought not fear that you’re missing out or that my life is somehow, awesome. Of course, I think that my life is awesome, cause, let’s face it, it’s my life; and I love my life! But the reality is that it probably looks pretty fucking lame, and that’s fine. I have absolutely no qualms with looking lame. Just take a look at my The ‘Gram [at the bottom of this blog]. Ha! Obviously I’m lying, and I’m completely delusional about whatever it is that makes me feel as though I’m “OK” with people thinking my life is lame. I totally want people to think my life is awesome … obvs. The ‘Gram is a wholly different beast, though; I use it in a completely different way. If anyone’s willing to read my writing, then they’ll get the real [best parts that I’m willing to share as opposed to the, sometimes, totally contrived ‘awesomeness’ posted elsewhere] me. All that social media shit is just that … shit. But I like it; it’s fun. *sigh.

I don’t really know what else to say, cause, it’s like I said, my life is “Boring as Shit!” Well, I mean, shit might not be the proper … simile, so … maybe my life is “boring as an uncle you’ve been seated next to, whom you barely know, at a wedding for a person you barely know, who is telling you a story about someone you don’t know at all, for the second time in thirty minutes.” Yea. Nailed it. Peace out, bitches. Until next time …

 


 

Appropriate Not Appropriated

Appropriate Not Appropriated

HOY2: D236

Wednesday Wonderer

I was watching my usual morning movie this morning, which, if anyone’s curious, was Ant-Man. This, of course, is not about that movie, but just as an aside, I do find the thing quite entertaining. It’s one of my favorites of the MCU simply because it’s really lighthearted, and Paul Rudd was a surprising choice that I think worked out surprisingly well. But again, this is not about that. As the movie’s credits were rolling, I was overcome with the intense sensation to experience the new Black Panther trailer. I had seen it once at this point, but I needed to watch it again because something was gnawing at me.

 

The thing I so thoroughly enjoyed about the trailer was the soundtrack. If you haven’t seen the trailer, the music in the thing is a kickass beat of a, most definitely, hip-hop nature –that’s the part that made me wonder. When I watched the trailer the first time, I remember thinking, “Holy shit, that beat is so sick.” Immediately after that thought, I had this thought, “I hope some non-hip-hop-affiliated white guy didn’t produce that track.” The entire situation was quickly forgotten because the lifemate and I were in the throws of Game Four of the NBA Finals, so unfortunately, I did nothing about the latter thought … until today. Read more

Because we must …

Because we must …

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2017 May 19 [Friday]

2017 ETMC Travels: Sydney Edition
Part III

In vacation time, it’s Monday, May 8th, and amazingly enough, the Monday and Tuesday of this particular trip are intrinsically tied. Being as it is that I too am intrinsically tied to something, that thing being someone, that someone being an avid consumer of all things flicks, our Monday revolved around finding the only movie theater in the area that showed IMAX 3D movies. The movie in question?, why, Guardians of the Galaxy: Vol 2, of course! As enthusiasts of high-quality public transportation and, by this point, long-time holders of the opal card, the lifemate and I thoroughly studied the public transport system of Sydney to figure out the best route to the HOYTS Cinema that was showing the film in question, in the desired format. We had more than a few options but ultimately decided to get there via the quickest route possible, and then we would spend the rest of the afternoon walking home through Centennial Park toward Bondi Junction where we would shop for new running shoes in the nearest official retailer of Under Armour.

Sometime around 1200, we hopped on the 333 bus to Bondi Junction where we transferred to the 355 that dropped us off at the Lang Rd. Near Fox Studios stop at which point we would disembark and walk through the Entertainment Quarter to HOYTS Cinema. We easily found the place, bought tickets for the late-night (at 2130, Ha!) showing the following evening and then were told that the IMAX theater was in a different location, a few hundred meters from the cinema location in which we were currently standing. Also, the 3D glasses had to be purchased separately for $1 AUD a pop. We sauntered on up to the IMAX theater location, bought our glasses, and then got some lunch. The off season was in full swing during this early winter month of May down under, but luckily there were a number of eateries still providing food stuffs to the common man or woman, sorry. We opted for some sushi and perched upon a picnic table built for giants. It was awesome. The sun was bright; the day was young, and so, we got back on our little legs and walked through the entire north section of the Centennial Parklands. There’s no need at this point for me to rabble on nonsensically since the pics are up on my photography site.

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A few blissfully lonesome hours passed as we trotted through the empty grasslands, happy, sun-kissed and cart-wheeled out. Once through the park, we made our way to Bondi Junction and Rebel Sport. We each picked a pair of new running shoes, tried them on and bought them within about thirty minutes. What can I say?; we know what we like. After another quick swing through the Wooly’s liquor store, we grabbed a snack in the form of a Vietnamese bao, my very first bao experience. Uh, if you’ve never had one, there’s nothing I can say here, but if you have had one, fucking amazing!, right?

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The rest of Monday was spent being drunk and silly, and I don’t remember what else we did. This is why I’m supposed to journal more effectively! Ugh! I say this every time. Dammit! Oh well, more this-and-that and such-and-such, and we went to bed.

On Tuesday, I woke at the asscrack of dawn, and with the whole “Sydney’s on the east coast/the peoples here fucking rise early and crash early/you never regret getting up early and having a nice, long, day” monologue running through my mind, I rolled out of bed at 0600. By 1030 we were back on the 333 to Museum Station in the heart of downtown Sydney where we popped an early squat at Scruffy McMurphy’s for the Monday night airing (Stateside) of the Warriors v. Jazz Playoffs Game 4.

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The game was less than intriguing, and by this point, this is some seriously old news, but no matter, the lifemate had a nice morning watching some basketball, and I enjoyed my Cesar salad. Jk, jk, I like to watch basketball, for the most part, and that most part being … uh … the players, duh. Anyway …

After the game, we hopped back on the bus and chugged some white wine in preparation for a mid-afternoon … nap. Yes, we took a … nap. That’s what we did. I don’t remember what we ate for dinner, but then, you guessed it, we hopped back on a bus to watch the flick! At the very late hour of 2000, the bus we rode to get there the first time no longer ran its route, so we took the 380 directly to a stop that got us close enough to walk the rest of the way.

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We arrived with more than enough time to spare, and when we entered the theater, there were only two other people in the whole damn thing, and guess what, they were in our seats, amazing, no? It didn’t matter, of course, since, after seeing the theater, we opted for higher (better) seats, and in the end, there were only six of us total. By midnight we were exiting HOYTS Cinema to a completely silent, deserted wasteland. There was no one to be heard or seen during our kilometer walk back to the bus stop where we could catch the bus back to our Bondi apartment. Sometime around 0100, we were drunk again, laughing, and watching Friends safely in our home away from home. I’m not sure when we fell asleep, but I think we went to a gas station mini-mart and ended up with a Sara Lee frozen carrot cake and ice cream. I’m not entirely sure when we bought what, but I thought this was a good time to mention that we ate gas station food, at some point.

And with that, I think I shall be able to wrap it all up in Part IV, next time! Happy Friday.


Read Part I & Part II & Part IV