Thursday, 30 April 2009
Wednesday, 29 April 2009
Sunday, 26 April 2009
Went to the horse races on Saturday. There were a LOT of people there. Lots of swearing and hand wringing, but no one ripped up their betting slips and threw them into the air, so I did. No reaction from anyone, why do I even try to entertain people? I really don't understand gambling. It's confusing. I mean I just don't know how it works. At one point I put 5,000w on a horse, and it won. My winnings? 5,000w. What was the point? Another interesting foible is that the horses are little Mongolian runt horses, so it looked like their little legs were going comically fast.
I was plotting to shoot poison darts at certain horses with a blowgun, but no one had one. However, I am working on another secret money-making plan: remote-controlled weasels. Alternately, a small army of trained weasels with headphones, answering only to me. These weasels, automatic or natural, will scare the shit out of all the horses except the one that I bet on, guaranteeing me easy money.
Saturday, 25 April 2009
Hidden amongst the glitzy cheesy resort hotels and golf courses at Jungmun are two crumbling monuments to the IMF - half-finished hotels rotting into the weeds. Good setting for shooting guns at zombies. Mila Jovovich was there. We slew zombies together. Yes, I'm a douche.
Wednesday, 22 April 2009
Tuesday, 21 April 2009
Sunday, 19 April 2009
When I'm not taking pictures of wild pheasants in the field (or almost squashing their sluggish asses with my scoot), I'm eating them. Went to a nearby pheasant restaurant with some friends on Friday, and I was impressed. I had been expecting some straight up BBQ, but was treated to a 'party platter' of pheasant meat. The first course was the most challenging - pheasant sushi. Raw poultry isn't something I usually froth at the mouth for, especially raw organs, but it was ok. The other pheasant dishes came out in rapid succession: pheasant pancakes, pheasant meatballs, pheasant dumplings, pheasant hot wings, and pheasant shabu shabu. No pheasant ice cream. All in all, I was pheasantly surprised.
Thursday, 16 April 2009
Wednesday, 15 April 2009
Tuesday, 14 April 2009
Monday, 13 April 2009
On Sunday morning at about 6:30 a.m., I found myself biking around Ilsan on a newly found bike, singing. The bike was short one pedal, and had no air in the tires. I weaved down the empty purple streets, trying to feed McMuffins to multiple passed out Korean men. No takers.
Sunday, 12 April 2009
What do you do when you basically have no vacation time, and you're profoundly in debt to 5 different institutions and /or individuals, with no chance of getting out of debt in the foreseeable future? Fly to Seoul for 36 hours of unadulterated mayhem (and lots of unwise spending of money). My brain hurts. More gossip soon. Sleep.