Saturday, October 02, 2004
Korea Unplugged
OK now the truth shall set us all free.
so now for the rest of the story, some important additions, subtractions and major disputations.....
I just realized that the bar in the first night art/standing bar was just that. not for cocktails but was really an art installation/performance piece. The pseudo barstaff were "standing" behind the bar as an art installation they handed us menus as part of the performance and we, as the typical ugly americans, broke the illusion demanded service. no wonder they were flustered. how shameful. We assaulted the hypothetically deconstructed fourth wall, all for the pursuit of booze. luckily we only had one.
OK then we shortly experienced the greatest meal and the worst meal:
now the famous deesperation meal on the floor--it was so great but I do feel I deserve the credit here for the fabulous ham and cheese sandwich/oreos and especially the vodka. Now, the sandwich was once Kate's snack but she was cavalierly ready to throw it away as she wasn't hungrty on the plane, now I've done a fair bit of international travel and it's always a good idea to keep a snack .....just in case.
well, they'll learn. I would have loved to not mention the sandwich and hope they didn't remember but I wouldn't do that to my buds. we lovingly divided it into thirds and savored every bite. I always carry vodka. always.
No mention of the coffee girls who ride one the motorcycles and deliver coffee with or without sex--interesting combo/pick=-me-up. starbucks could offer latte with a lay
of note on the atm's when we would get one to work they were of course in korean so we couldn't really use them, trying desperately to guess which button to push, dangerous when dealing with one's bank account--might be a purge button or send all to the widows of the war fund.
the coca-cola was so amazing we drank and drank. it had to be real sugar instead of the pathetic high fructose corn syrup that we now accept as sugar. how sad.
yes the squid was frightening in its horribleness--it wasn't fried ( and klepto is spelled with a K....)
it seemed to have been flattened maybe by a large construction machine--whole squid with tentacles and eyes, etc and then hung for a very long time. I wish I had been bold enough to take it home to hang upon my wall as a souvenir. it was beautiful in its inedibleness. I did try. I couldn't cut it with utensils so I ripped a tiny piece off and tried to leave it in my mouth long enough to chew it but it was too fishy. ah well, I tried. No lovely 1/3 of a ham and cheese to fall back on.
I'm writing this from London where I'm visiting a great firiend who's kind've run away but is stil sort've working. He has a new very sparse apartment where every day the first thing he sees is a sparkling glass covered 30 story dildo on thee horizon. London is a strange place.
More Korea tomorrow
so now for the rest of the story, some important additions, subtractions and major disputations.....
I just realized that the bar in the first night art/standing bar was just that. not for cocktails but was really an art installation/performance piece. The pseudo barstaff were "standing" behind the bar as an art installation they handed us menus as part of the performance and we, as the typical ugly americans, broke the illusion demanded service. no wonder they were flustered. how shameful. We assaulted the hypothetically deconstructed fourth wall, all for the pursuit of booze. luckily we only had one.
OK then we shortly experienced the greatest meal and the worst meal:
now the famous deesperation meal on the floor--it was so great but I do feel I deserve the credit here for the fabulous ham and cheese sandwich/oreos and especially the vodka. Now, the sandwich was once Kate's snack but she was cavalierly ready to throw it away as she wasn't hungrty on the plane, now I've done a fair bit of international travel and it's always a good idea to keep a snack .....just in case.
well, they'll learn. I would have loved to not mention the sandwich and hope they didn't remember but I wouldn't do that to my buds. we lovingly divided it into thirds and savored every bite. I always carry vodka. always.
No mention of the coffee girls who ride one the motorcycles and deliver coffee with or without sex--interesting combo/pick=-me-up. starbucks could offer latte with a lay
of note on the atm's when we would get one to work they were of course in korean so we couldn't really use them, trying desperately to guess which button to push, dangerous when dealing with one's bank account--might be a purge button or send all to the widows of the war fund.
the coca-cola was so amazing we drank and drank. it had to be real sugar instead of the pathetic high fructose corn syrup that we now accept as sugar. how sad.
yes the squid was frightening in its horribleness--it wasn't fried ( and klepto is spelled with a K....)
it seemed to have been flattened maybe by a large construction machine--whole squid with tentacles and eyes, etc and then hung for a very long time. I wish I had been bold enough to take it home to hang upon my wall as a souvenir. it was beautiful in its inedibleness. I did try. I couldn't cut it with utensils so I ripped a tiny piece off and tried to leave it in my mouth long enough to chew it but it was too fishy. ah well, I tried. No lovely 1/3 of a ham and cheese to fall back on.
I'm writing this from London where I'm visiting a great firiend who's kind've run away but is stil sort've working. He has a new very sparse apartment where every day the first thing he sees is a sparkling glass covered 30 story dildo on thee horizon. London is a strange place.
More Korea tomorrow
Saturday, July 24, 2004
all rise for the queen
rumor is gene could use a little viagra. i'm not one to tell tales but I have actually heard the act and it weren't pretty. ooh low blow. evil laugh from the evil knitgrrrrl. yes it was a long time ago. you were drunk, i wasn't. now you wouldn't be drunk and i would be oor something like that, right?????????
anyway. I have been on hiatus. remember when shows went on hiatus and didn't just endlessly rerun or just didn't justhave weird cycles of reruns with occasional new shows scattered among endless reruns. where was i. oh yearh, hiatus.
I found out my first comment on a post was deleted by an administrator which is a little creepy. first of all that we are all monitored. creepy and i suppose good althoughi consider myself a free speech advocate and am not generally afraid of bad language or much i'd rather know what was so awful that it was taken off the so-called "air". there mustbe certain words or phrases that trigger admin involvement--it's really creepy to contemplate. obviously i was making homosexual jokes at my buddy genes expense so i assume the comment was a rude and maybe bad gay bashing comment. probably deserved to be quashed but I'd rather be allowed to see it and not worry about what it said. there's a weird free-flowing anonymity to the web that does let out the freaks but as long as it all stays on the page it's ok. maybe that's naive and the real freaks rev themselves up to action the more they write and are read. anyway. my first comment and it apparently was a doozey
thanks to all the aother commentersl especially to the one who quoted the glorious maggie estep
btw i was in a viagra study for women briefly. the weird thing was you had to take the pill like 30 minutes before sex so it was always like kind've a planned event with this diary thing. pretty funny especially waiting the 30 minutes. have a cup of tea, read the paper, check the clock, have a pee, check the clock, wash tea cup, check clock, pet the cat (not a euphemism) check the clock, check e-mail, time-up--good to go. oh yeah--I think I I had viagra not placebo cuz i felt this funny warm sensation everywhere, not really much else but maybe it was just placebo anyways i won't bore y'sall with anymore details but the planning was a bit odd
OH, hiatus, parental visit sweet old drunks that they are we consumed mass quantities of liquor and food, they refuse sight seeing of any kind,. all they want to do is eat seafood and drink. no prob. we demolished lobsters one nightt. I forced my 82 year old mother to fry chicken for me one night. fabulous
well i was hoping to post a pix but i can't find the program i need so...
i'll leave you with a fun web site check out the last link especially for dog owners the sun's up so guess i'll go to bed
anyway. I have been on hiatus. remember when shows went on hiatus and didn't just endlessly rerun or just didn't justhave weird cycles of reruns with occasional new shows scattered among endless reruns. where was i. oh yearh, hiatus.
I found out my first comment on a post was deleted by an administrator which is a little creepy. first of all that we are all monitored. creepy and i suppose good althoughi consider myself a free speech advocate and am not generally afraid of bad language or much i'd rather know what was so awful that it was taken off the so-called "air". there mustbe certain words or phrases that trigger admin involvement--it's really creepy to contemplate. obviously i was making homosexual jokes at my buddy genes expense so i assume the comment was a rude and maybe bad gay bashing comment. probably deserved to be quashed but I'd rather be allowed to see it and not worry about what it said. there's a weird free-flowing anonymity to the web that does let out the freaks but as long as it all stays on the page it's ok. maybe that's naive and the real freaks rev themselves up to action the more they write and are read. anyway. my first comment and it apparently was a doozey
thanks to all the aother commentersl especially to the one who quoted the glorious maggie estep
btw i was in a viagra study for women briefly. the weird thing was you had to take the pill like 30 minutes before sex so it was always like kind've a planned event with this diary thing. pretty funny especially waiting the 30 minutes. have a cup of tea, read the paper, check the clock, have a pee, check the clock, wash tea cup, check clock, pet the cat (not a euphemism) check the clock, check e-mail, time-up--good to go. oh yeah--I think I I had viagra not placebo cuz i felt this funny warm sensation everywhere, not really much else but maybe it was just placebo anyways i won't bore y'sall with anymore details but the planning was a bit odd
OH, hiatus, parental visit sweet old drunks that they are we consumed mass quantities of liquor and food, they refuse sight seeing of any kind,. all they want to do is eat seafood and drink. no prob. we demolished lobsters one nightt. I forced my 82 year old mother to fry chicken for me one night. fabulous
well i was hoping to post a pix but i can't find the program i need so...
i'll leave you with a fun web site check out the last link especially for dog owners the sun's up so guess i'll go to bed
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
my first comment.....and yet not
there was a comment yesterday and I clicked and clicked and then there was this trash can and then i was told the comment was deleted. was it just a dream? it was posted by anonymous. as a porn afficionado anonymous is one of my faves so I was particularly excited and then oh so sad when there was no comment. please come back comment person.
do you get the impression that my life is rather small
well, duh
do you get the impression that my life is rather small
well, duh
Sunday, July 11, 2004
Mr. Cawley goes to Washington
Hey
Well, I think it's so interesting that Mr. Gene has been so political of late--writing about the search for the VP. It is unusual since as a convicted felon we know he isn't able to vote. I know, I know, he'll say it was thrown out on a " technicality" but that's just bullshit.
I know that Daddy Cawley is a great buddy of the Cheney's and they helped suppress most of the story but I KNOW about the crippled child and even the dead litter of puppies that he never talks about. I even have the pix of him saying a poignant goodbye to the man that called him "be-atch" in the stir. Look at their faces and you can't tell me that the attention of his roomie in the cell-block was so unwanted...
I can't confirm but I do believe he still sees this guy periodically, and I think Kate even approves. Menage a tra la la
Note the lovely pasty skin, I think you can gauge the sentence by the color of the skin.
Well, I think it's so interesting that Mr. Gene has been so political of late--writing about the search for the VP. It is unusual since as a convicted felon we know he isn't able to vote. I know, I know, he'll say it was thrown out on a " technicality" but that's just bullshit.
I know that Daddy Cawley is a great buddy of the Cheney's and they helped suppress most of the story but I KNOW about the crippled child and even the dead litter of puppies that he never talks about. I even have the pix of him saying a poignant goodbye to the man that called him "be-atch" in the stir. Look at their faces and you can't tell me that the attention of his roomie in the cell-block was so unwanted...
I can't confirm but I do believe he still sees this guy periodically, and I think Kate even approves. Menage a tra la la
Note the lovely pasty skin, I think you can gauge the sentence by the color of the skin.
Sunday, July 04, 2004
indy day news
what a grand and glorious day
my so-called friends sent me a cake, I think that's what it was supposed to be, it scares me. Kate and Gene don't know much about the kitchen except when it comes to mixing vodka and anything--I know when they've run out of mixes they've reosrted to mixing vodka with anythin gthey've had on hand, pickle juice, pasta sauce, even lemon joy once but I think they learned that wasn't a good idea.anyway, this came in the mail as an apology for just being them
it looks like The Blob and may in fact continue to grow and take over the world if left untouched. My camera was also afraid. you see how it would not focus. after repeated attempts at focus I realized the thing exists in a type of parallel universe where the edges are not really sharp. it exists really only in the peripheral vision. If I don't post again please alert the authorities...
and call my mom. she lives in Iowa under the name of knitmom. just tell her the blob ate her daughteron Independence Day. sounds like a great sci fi flick or a springsteen song
hmmmm.
well I'm feeling benevolent enough to not hate bakedziti today just kind've a scalding sneer . thanks for the cakoid thing guys. and happy birthday little country of ours
my so-called friends sent me a cake, I think that's what it was supposed to be, it scares me. Kate and Gene don't know much about the kitchen except when it comes to mixing vodka and anything--I know when they've run out of mixes they've reosrted to mixing vodka with anythin gthey've had on hand, pickle juice, pasta sauce, even lemon joy once but I think they learned that wasn't a good idea.anyway, this came in the mail as an apology for just being them
it looks like The Blob and may in fact continue to grow and take over the world if left untouched. My camera was also afraid. you see how it would not focus. after repeated attempts at focus I realized the thing exists in a type of parallel universe where the edges are not really sharp. it exists really only in the peripheral vision. If I don't post again please alert the authorities...
and call my mom. she lives in Iowa under the name of knitmom. just tell her the blob ate her daughteron Independence Day. sounds like a great sci fi flick or a springsteen song
hmmmm.
well I'm feeling benevolent enough to not hate bakedziti today just kind've a scalding sneer . thanks for the cakoid thing guys. and happy birthday little country of ours
Saturday, July 03, 2004
wonderfulness my ASSociation
Now, Gene and I have talked about the Beatles a lot, he talks about them pretty much enlessly and anyone who knows Gene knows he hates them--he named his cat YOKO for god's sake in honor of the woman who broke them into pieces--he dances on Lennon's grave once a year so the Kerry comment was pretty weird, even for him besides, you know he's been a bushman for years and I don't just mean his personal hygeine and taste in clothes.
short work tonight but I'll be back soon
short work tonight but I'll be back soon
Thursday, July 01, 2004
God, I love porn
well, I really do, now I'm just learning how to link and I'm not sophisticated enough to know how to html in the middle of a post but I'm REALLY proud that I figured out how to post the links on the right
OK, it would have taken 3 monkeys in a room with a mac about the same amount of time to figure it out but I get distracted...
Oh, bytw the first link is from the surrealism server, maybe I'll post the link later, it's got the original surrealist games and lots of cool stuff. actually if you just take off the games part it'll take you back to home...now back to previous distraction....
Check out vegporn.com, especially for the June 5th post. the tragic discovery about Amber. tsk tsk. so glad they checked two sources. Now, check out the model section for Jennie and you tell me why I can't get a date. I can get a glove.
I don't know how I stumbled on this site--I am just a wanderer--there are many sites I can't share but this was just too funny. Poor Amber.
This was just a small diversion from hating the zits--
OK, it would have taken 3 monkeys in a room with a mac about the same amount of time to figure it out but I get distracted...
Oh, bytw the first link is from the surrealism server, maybe I'll post the link later, it's got the original surrealist games and lots of cool stuff. actually if you just take off the games part it'll take you back to home...now back to previous distraction....
Check out vegporn.com, especially for the June 5th post. the tragic discovery about Amber. tsk tsk. so glad they checked two sources. Now, check out the model section for Jennie and you tell me why I can't get a date. I can get a glove.
I don't know how I stumbled on this site--I am just a wanderer--there are many sites I can't share but this was just too funny. Poor Amber.
This was just a small diversion from hating the zits--