Monday, 29 August 2011
Sunday, 28 August 2011
Also, I saw T-dog today. E-dog, T-dog and I tore up Northern Europe on our infamous 'Hobo Tour 2001', which saw us drinking gin on windy ship decks/breakdancing in the Bothnian Gulf, and grievously abusing the honor system of the old Eurail pass. Extreeeeme!
I'm thinking this blog isn't quite the same without the underpinning of everyday Korea anger roiling just below the surface. We'll see. Here's a picture of some pizza I ate! What?
I haven't taken off my Korean sandals since returning, and I think people are starting to quietly ask questions.
Then for dinner, which was by candlelight thanks to that Irene, an old school Italian mushroom pizza from B&M. Complete with bread ball in the middle, it was also perfect. And I had a club sandwich yesterday. There go my fucking washboard abs. Time for a beer.
Friday, 26 August 2011
Anyhoo, we spent the day at four different sewage lagoons, looking for...birds. They gave us snazzy walkie-talkies for on-the-road birding and directions. Yessir, a whooole different kettle of fish than birding in Korea.
I miss my scooter. I miss a few things about Jeju, like the crew I rolled with mostly. Also, the food. I greatly miss the "Hey do you wanna scoot over to the secret spot and go snorkeling and speargun some fish to eat for breakfast and/or go to the beach before work?" lifestyle.
The Unabombers CD is a bit easier to listen to, as it's pure 2-track, 1-take, fuzzdrunk noiserock goodness. If I do say so myself. No one ever got the "Soon to be recording artists!!!"
Incidentally, I'm out of contact with two members of LINT, and one member of the Unabombers - they've been swallowed up by rock n roll I suppose.
Wednesday, 24 August 2011
Tuesday, 23 August 2011
I ripped up my hands today smashing tennis ball slapshots against a wall for an hour.
Monday, 22 August 2011
|I only eat at the classy joints|
|I wish this picture was right now|
|If loving this is wrong, then I don't wanna be right|
Saturday, 20 August 2011
|I almost puked this right back up - first class all the way!|
|1...2...3...4...I declare a miniature sword war!|
|Cake and a photobomber going 'HAA!'|
|'I hate my life' is what she's thinking...|
At Skagen, the northern tip of Denmark's Jutland peninsula, Yossarian and I charged into the North Sea/Baltic in our underwear...in March. Boom! Rows of old German tourists (The Varicose Blitzkrieg) stared at us sternly. Anyhow, it was awesome to see my old classmates and teachers once again. Folks are doing well, and I'm the only one without a kid/family. Heh, I never did straighten out. I'll have kids when I'm forty. Yup. And my wife will be 25, ha ha ha.
Thursday, 18 August 2011
Wednesday, 17 August 2011
Tuesday, 16 August 2011
|Renard Air is now boarding|
I just remembered a story a guy told me three years ago, to the day. He told me about how he punched out his dog because it stole a chicken off the table. Punching out dogs is never cool, but the story was fucking hilarious. "Fuuuuck yoooou!" he screamed, as he punched it out. Hee hee.
|Petulant at 17|
|Rockout witcher cockout|
|Depenised, but good|
|Dance, hopelessly betangled|
|The always popular 'sexy nurses'|
|Rota, guitar god|
|We had a DJ mixing in Star Wars sound effects, hectic|
It's raining. Here, the rain smells like rocks. On Jeju, it smelled like the ocean, or, if you were lucky, the ocean mixed with pine trees. Not to say that rocks is a bad smell. Rocks smell fine.
I wandered around a grocery store today, stunned, like the guy in The Hurt Locker, at the end. I saw The Devil's Double the other day. It was aiiight, but I did feel like a creeper, sitting in the theatre on my own.