Monthly Archives: November 2005

>I heart Toothpaste for Dinner

> has to be the funniest comic ever. This one made me laugh nice and hard. Hope you enjoy… I will blog for real soon. Promise.

>Financial destruction


This weekend was a bit destructive to my financial situation, but it was fun and worthwhile.


Went out on Friday with the girls – Frances, Laura and Andy. We went to the Wa Bar, which is where one can always find foreigners on a Friday. Now, this doesn’t make the Wa Bar the best or funnest place to go, but one can always hope to make some new friends there. We didn’t. But I did have some tear-inducing laughs. We were talking about how much different Frances, Andy and I look now compared to how we did when we first got to Korea. Frances and I both cut off all our hair and had eye surgery. Andy has had eye surgery, a hair cut, and lost a bunch of weight. So Frances and I had out our alien cards and looking at the pictures. Frances says that Andy should get hers out because the difference is so amazing. While Andy is looking for it, (she didn’t have it) Frances says, “Who was it who said that you look like a farmer in that picture?”. I start laughing. That’s funny. Funnier, Andy answers “YOU did, asshole”. HA HA HA!!! It went on for a while, and was much funniness. I was just starting to calm down when Laura innocently asks, “Well, you ARE from Saskatchewan, aren’t you?”. The best part – she wasn’t trying to be funny. But oh, it was funny.

We were out until 4am. I’m serious… if they won’t close the bar apparently I don’t know when to leave. Because I had to be up at 8am. Lame.


So, I get up at 8am with minor grumpiness and head out to catch a bus into Seoul with Amelia. We were going to the Coex Mall for hair cuts. It was all good. We shopped around there for a bit, and I picked up a couple of Christmas presents for the fam. I love the funny weird stuff that they have here. After that, we headed to the TechnoMart.


I should not be allowed anywhere near a building with eight stories of nothing but gizmos and gadgets and SWEET ELECTRONIC GOODNESS.


I needed to go to the TechnoMart to pick up a cell phone in English. You see, the school was kind enough to provide us with cell phones (“hand phones”, as they are known here), but they weren’t FUCKING SMART ENOUGH to get their ENGLISH teachers ENGLISH phones.

Sorry ’bout that.

My old phone (old as in “13 years old”) was all Korean, so I had no idea how it worked. BECAUSE I DON’T READ KOREAN. Also, the battery would die if it was in my bag for 4 hours while I was in the city. Even if I wasn’t using it. It was stupid. But I found a new phone which is all English-y goodness. I also bought a webcam, so my moms can have some proof in real-time that her daughter is alive. I also bought 5 DVDs for $20, including the newest (“newest” as in “still in theatres”) Harry Potter and Corpse Bride. They might be pirated copies… I’m not sure (HA HA HA). It was a fun day shopping with Amelia and her friend Chelsea. Amelia and I ended up buying the same shirt, and we located a New York Fries and ate poutine. HOORAY!


Went into Seoul again, this time with Aaron to Insadong (that couldn’t possibly be spelled more incorrectly, I believe) to do some Christmas shopping. This shopping was all about prezzies for moms & Harv, but I still managed to buy myself a couple of things. It’s a God-given talent, my friends. Mostly, I bought phone-bling. Sorry Mike, I have those charms on my phone. I know I promised to never do it, but it is SO funny I couldn’t help it. I have a little leather monkey (of course), and Hello Kitty wearing traditional Korean garb. That’s funny because Hello Kitty is Japanese, and the Koreans aren’t fond of the Japanese (they hate them with the white-hot intensity of a thousand imploding suns). So I like that they took the ultimate Japanese symbol and dressed it up like a Korean. Sweet.

Once I got home, I just cleaned the place up. It was so messy in this tiny dump that I still need to wash floors and make the bed (oops, and wash the bedding) and finish laundry and dust. LAME! I was busy doing other stuff, like hanging up the rest of my Christmas lights (priorities, people… priorities). I don’t know if I have mentioned this – but I like my place. It isn’t much, but it is pretty danged cozy. Mmmm… coziness.

>Flickr tags


I was just farting around Flickr, and checked out the key “tags” that discribe my pictures that I have uploaded. Here they are:

changdeokgung farm halloween jodis korea life mayham monkeys more palace pottery suji sunday walk

Yup. That’s my life in a nutshell.

>Open Class, Korean wedding, Everland, immigration and the hospital… again


So much has happened since the last blog, I feel like such a dillhole for not typing sooner. But I have been feeling a little off my game this last week. Not sad… not tired… not sick (or homesick)… just not on my game. I’m going to take it easier this weekend and see if I can get on the ball. I have housework and all kinds of crap to get caught up on. It doesn’t help that Mike sent me the new Sims expansion pack and Civ 4 (thank you thank you thank you). Every time I SHOULD be doing something productive, I sit in front of the PC and either send my Sims out for a wild night on the town or I conquer Rome (take THAT, Caesar!).

Open Class

My open class went well. Or at least, I think it did. Because of course I have had no feedback from the school. THANKS GUYS! A-holes. Rino’s mom gave me feedback in his report book though: “Rino and his friends did a good job at open house. Rino’s attitude is much better now… thanks to you.” That’s right bitches, thanks to me. Overall, my kids were good. Except Grace, who was off the hook. But I’m still pretty happy with it overall.

Korean Wedding

On Saturday nine out of the eleven foreign teachers went to Jenny’s wedding. I would like to tell you more about the ceremony, but seven out of nine (including yours truly) were late. OOPSIE! Stupid traffic/buses/subway/trying to run in high heels. If you want to know more about it, try M.C. Frances-Teacher’s blog. She’s a better person than the rest of us, and she was there on time. We caught some chick singing, some crazy cake-cutting (it looked like they were using either dry ice or a smoke machine as a special effect) and then a zillion pictures. After that there was food, and then they went into another room for the traditional Korean ceremony (which is a different outfit and a lot of fucking bowing). The entire thing didn’t even take three hours. So of course, the North Americans were a little lost, having expected the wedding to run much later. We made up for it by pub-crawling in Seoul. It was great fun. A highlight was having Frances teach Aaron, Woody and I how to make cranes out of napkins. There was a good twenty or so on the table by the time we were done. Hey – when you hang out with retarded five-year old monkeys all week, you become easily amused. (And before you can even THINK of a sarcastic sassback to that one, mother… “MORE easily amused” in my case. I know.)


Because we didn’t do enough on the weekend (just drinking Friday night and the Korean wedding and pub-crawling on Saturday – aurgh!), Frances, Laura, Andrea and I went to Everland. Yup, again. And yup, it was fun fun fun again! Hooray! I love rides! And we did buy some silly hats. I have pictures at my Flickr site, as does Frances. It was a bit chilly, but a quick attempt at “Dance Dance Revolution” warmed us up (and I’m sure the Koreans that were laughing at us were warmed up too). There was an amazing fireworks display, and it is all made up for Christmas. We plan on going back (with some longjohns on) sometime in December to check it out again.


Sigh. Immigration seems to be cracking down again. So Tuesday after work we all had to go to Suwon to hand in a “Confirmation of Degree”. No biggie, but a reminder that I’m not in my home country any more. I will have to go back to Suwon one day soon – they have this ginormous fortress wall that I would like to check out. It was nice that the school drove us to the immigration office. Aaron, Orla, Frances, Laura and I took the opportunity to have multi-entry visas added to our passports. That will be handy when travelling to Thailand, Japan, and China (or, so is the plan) over the next year. Poor Brooke had to sit and wait for us all to finish, but she was a really good sport about it. (I don’t think Brooke reads my blog – but in case she does – dude, I hope they fix your mold problem soon.)


I’m retarded and shouldn’t be allowed to use sharp objects. On Tuesday I was cutting erasers in half (so they will last longer. I’m not sure if the kids eat them or what, but they go missing quickly) when I got distracted and cut a HUGE chunk out of my left index finger. No. HUGE. It was gross. GROSS GROSS GROSS. Right at the pad of the finger, where my fingerprint would be. At first, it didn’t even hurt. I thought “Holy crap, that’s quite a hole there” and then it started to bleed. A lot. So I went off in search of a band-aid with my finger in my mouth. I asked Richard-Teacher, who said he had one. He grabbed it, and had to help me put it on because by this point my finger is bleeding badly enough that I can’t get the bandaid on one-handed. (Side note: it was a Betty Boop bandaid that Rich stole from one of the kids. Good job!) Within moments I realize that I’m starting to bleed through the bandaid. So I get another one and put it on top of that one. Start bleeding through. So I get the Korean front desk teacher to help me put on some gauze and stuff. And then… well, then I had lunch. Thought that was that. Didn’t hurt too bad – just throbbing a little. But around 1:15 (we start lunch at 12:30 and the finger mutilation happened at 12:00), I start thinking that I should switch back to a regular bandaid to teach in. Take of the gauze. Realize that I am still fucking bleeding. They bring some white powder and dump it on there to help with the clotting. No go. Now there is blood and white powder all over the place. So the school director says “Maybe more serious?”. Yes, more serious. So they say they are going to take me to a “hospital”. Apparently, any doctor’s office is a “hospital” ’cause I ended up in a plastic surgeon’s office. Okay, look. I DON’T KNOW WHY. That’s just where they took me. It said “plastic surgeon” on the door. In English. And I asked why we were at a plastic surgeon… and Kelly-Teacher doesn’t know enough English to tell me why. They thought I would get stitches… but he just cleaned it out and bandaged it better. Whew! I didn’t want freaking stitches. Now comes the cute part.

I was late getting back from lunch – supposed to be back at 1:30 and it is now 2:00. Ellie was looking after my class while I was gone, and must have told them that I went to the hospital. When I came in the room, all the kids came up to hug me at the same time, and Amy and Grace cried because I was hurt. Cute little monkeys! I might try to slip one of them in my suitcase. All of them were very good for the rest of the afternoon, and I found out today that Rino’s mommy called the school to see how I was doing. Nice!

That brings you guys up to today with me. I try to remember to blog, but sometimes it feels too much like work and so I don’t bother. Sorry about that. If you read this… leave a comment for me so I know that it is being read. I do miss you guys.

Original Comments:

careybatgirl wrote (on 24/11/05):
If I call immigration and tell them you are a murderer, will they send you home???? I miss Jodi

Pattie Girl wrote (on 24/11/05):
I read it all the time, and I sent the link to Mom Perszon and Brynn. Hope your finger’s better!

dirtyaurghpants wrote (on 24/11/05):
carey – if you want immigration to send me home, just call and tell them i didn’t pass english 304 and my degree isn’t legit. that will get me kicked out faster than telling them i am a murderer… (i miss you too!)

and-errhea wrote (on 29/11/05):
What’s English 304 again? Don’t tell me it’s Merv’s class, or I will laugh so hard that I will pee in my pants a little bit.

jeanine wrote (on 03/12/05):
hey dude! just trying to catch up on your life adventures in Korea. Sounds like you are having a good time(other than this finger incident). I did get your message thanks! I was so excited!!!! And upset I missed the call! Will send you a xmas card with more jeaniney goodness. Miss ya lots! J

>Laid back weekend


Relatively speaking, I did nothing this weekend. I stayed at home on Friday night to teach my body a valuable lesson about not being sick. My body learned nothing. STUPID BODY! So I tried going out drinking Saturday night. That also did not cure my sore throat, but I am feeling a great deal less stressed after trimming away some brain cells with alcohol.

I went to Hanan Market with Amelia-Teacher on Saturday. And the greatest thing happened. You can get pickles every where in Korea. Every where. But (and this is a big “but” if you are me), they are all those sweet pickles. No dill pickle goodness, and it makes me sad. Because I can tolerate sweet pickles, but I’m obsessed with dills, man. MMMM!!! And get this – they had dill fucking pickles at Hanan Market. HOORAY! There were two jars and I bought them both. They were only about $7 each (big jars too). I would have paid $20. I’m not kidding. I also found (and purchased) Pine Sol. I washed my floors, opened the window, lay down on the bed with my eyes closed and pretended to be at my moms’ house. It was glorious. Thanks, Amelia. I owe ya one. I’d give you a pickle, but I’m going to be hoarding those bastards.

Dance, Monkey. Dance.

After a disastrous and decision-doubting Tuesday and Wednesday, the week got progressively better. On Thursday, the Grand Poo-Bah and Second-Minion-in-Command came to observe my class and what we were doing for open house. After Tuesday, I was NOT looking forward to it, after everything I had done was brought in to question. But… oh glorious… the monkeys danced. They danced better that day than I could have ever hoped! I should have given them 100 stickers each, the little bastards were in such fine form. From saying things to make the observers laugh, to responding to my slightest command, they were fabulous. Key highlights include:

1. Grace READING the title of the book I was reading to them. To give you an idea of how cool this is – when these kids came to the school in February 2005, they didn’t know any English. And they are 5 years old. And my wee Graceland READ the freaking title. READ it. I love her.

2. At precisely 10:25, Amy says “Jodi-Teacher, it is water time”. Good job Amy! Way to prove that I taught you guys something about telling time.

3. When asked “What does a soldier do?”, Rino replied “Canada… come… Korea… take… Soldier… gun… stop Canada”. Yes, Rino. Yes. The Grand Poo-Bah and Second-Minion-in-Command were laughing so hard I thought they were going to fall out of their chairs.

4. At one point the monkeys were acting up, and I didn’t even have to say anything to settle them down. I raised one hand, and started a silent countdown from five. Before I got to zero, every one of those damned bastards were sitting nicely.

YES YES YES! And there were more great moments, and I felt so much better. Better about my kids, and about my decision to come here and teach. I wasn’t quite as depressed by Thursday afternoon.

Sugar High, Sugar Low

Friday was a weird-ass day. It was Pepero Day in Korea. Check out for more information on the shit. But all you basically need to know is that my kids were hopped up on sugar and as unstable as Charles Manson all day on Friday. Idiots. Also, I have a truckload of these effing Peperos. Because Friday was the day you give Peperos to your friends. And the monkeys want to be sure that they are my friend.

To highlight how whacked these kids were, I’ll tell you a wee story from my 5:30 class… my most advanced and oldest kids. On Friday, we were doing one of the exercises together. We had to pick something to teach “a friend” how to do, list the materials needed, and then write out the directions. We decided to do “make pizza”, and to make things easier, when the monkeys started listing toppings, I said we would just say “toppings”. They didn’t stop with toppings. A-holes. PAY ATTENTION! LAY OFF THE SUGAR! So I told them to knock it off. Right away, Jenny (who is a very well-behaved and mild-mannered monkey normally) yells out “Frogs!”, to which I say “Jenny, I asked for less silly-ness please”, and she says “No, no, teacher! Frog toppings!” and before I can say “I told you no more FUCKING TOPPINGS!” she gives me jazz hands and yells “It’s a new taste sensation!”

I was doubled over laughing. Her impression of me was priceless. Because she did it EXACTLY how I would have done it. And now I feel sorry for my teachers. Sorry I was such a wise-ass. I’m sorry. And I’m sorry to Korea for doing this to your children. But not real sorry.

Original Comments:

tonicandgin wrote (on 14/11/05):
three things stand out if you scour the internet for ‘new taste sensation’, and here in lies the magic of the google search:
1. – a chocolate fountain, aka the ‘chocolate lady’
2. this is the first hit on the list, i kid you not – Marmite Popcorn!
3. and best of all… what one website calls ‘Canada’s New Taste Sensation’ –

and-errhea wrote (15/11/05):
HOLY CRAPPER!! A New Taste Sensation is hiring? Do you guys think that I should quit my job and go work for the Chocolate Lady? It’s so tempting, and that chocolate fountain thing looks like recycled-saliva goodness!

>What made me laugh today


I’ve seen this a million times, and every time I read it I nearly cry laughing. I found it on one of my favourite websites – It is a website that debunks urban legends. There is a lot of stuff in there about the crap you get emailed… so if you get a “warning” of some sort and want to know if it is BS – check out Snopes. What you are about to read is a spoof on all those “dying child, please forward this email” emails that we all get. Once you get to the end of it, think about this: people actually emailed snopes to ask if it was true or not. I shudder when I think about how stupid people really are.

Sad Sack

I am a very sick little boy. My mother is typing this for me, because I can’t. She is crying. Don’t cry, Mommy! Mommy is always sad, but she says it’s not my fault. I asked her if it was God’s fault, but she didn’t answer, and only started crying harder, so I don’t ask her that anymore. The reason she is so sad is that I’m so sick. I was born without a body. It doesn’t hurt, except when I go to sleep.

The doctors gave me an artificial body. My body is a burlap bag filled with leaves. The doctors said that was the best they could do on account of us havin’ no money or insurance. I would like to have a body transplant, but we need more money. Mommy doesn’t work because she said employers don’t hire crying people. I said, “Don’t cry, Mommy,” and she hugged my burlap body. Mommy always gives me hugs, even though she’s allergic to burlap, and it chafes her real bad.

I hope you will help me. You can help me if you forward this e-mail. Dr. Johansen said if you forward this e-mail then Bill Gates will team up with AOL and do a survey with NASA. Then the astronauts will collect prayers from school children all over America and take them up to space so that the angels can hear them better. Then they will go to the Pope, and he will take up a collection in church and send the money to the doctors. The doctors could help me better then.

Maybe one day I will be able to play baseball. Or maybe just use my lungs and heart, when the doctors make them. The doctors said that every time you forward this letter, the astronauts can take another prayer to the angels. Please help me. Mommy is so sad, and I want a body. I don’t want my leaves to rot before I turn 10.

If you don’t forward this e-mail, that’s OK. Mommy says you’re a mean heartless person who doesn’t care about a poor little boy with only a head. She says that she hopes that you stew in the raw pit of your own guilt-ridden stomach. What kind of wretched person are you that you can’t take five lousy minutes to forward this to all your friends so that they can feel guilt and shame for the rest of their day, and then maybe help a poor, bodiless nine-year-old boy.

Please help me. This really sucks. I try to be happy but it’s hard. I wish I had a puppy. I wish I could hold a puppy.

Thank You.

Billy ‘Smiles’ Evans,
The boy with just a head.
And a burlap sack for a body.

>I warned ya…


You should have known by the last entry that I wasn’t quite done my bitching. And, lo… I am not. Please enjoy my latest installment of “bitching about work”. I call this piece:

Art Frustration

Every Wednesday afternoon from 1:30 until 2:05 (I have to get the monkeys ready to go home at 2:05 even though the bell goes at 2:20. It takes 15 minutes because I have to help 10 monkeys put on coats. Idiots). Every Wednesday. Well, at 12:30 today, right when I was leaving for lunch, our kindergarten “coordinator” (by “coordinator” I believe they have mistranslated her title and meant “hinderer”, but I’m not sure) comes up to me and says, “The art is not appropriate today, so can you think of something else and I will get the supplies.”

To which Jodi-Teacher replies, “Not appropriate, how?” (thinking, are we painting nudes or what?)

“They are snow pictures.”

Now, all I can think is this: We have already done igloos. Before October. And the song I am supposed to be teaching the monkeys is “Ten Little Witches” (which I am refusing to do). And she is telling me that the art is “inappropriate” for November. I’m wondering why the fuck she suddenly cares. But I don’t say any of that, I say “Jenny, it is 12:30 and I’m on lunch. You are asking me to think up an art when art is less than an hour away?”

She says, “Too short of notice?” (aside: I am correcting her English as I go. My monkeys, when feeling as though the room is a tad stuffy and they are overly warm say “Me hot”, have better English skills than she does most of the time.)

I say, “Much too short.” and she suggests that I do Science today and Art tomorrow. Which I could do. So I ask her if Art will be ready for tomorrow then. She tells me that as soon as I tell her what I want for supplies for tomorrow she will get them. Sigh.

“Jenny, you are aware that I work until 7:30 tonight, right? And after that you would like me to go home and look up art projects? You do realize that I haven’t been a kindergarten teacher for 10 years and have art ideas falling out of my ears, right? You do realize that I have been bringing work home every night this week, right?”

She says: “So you don’t want to plan art at home tonight?”

Fucking genius. Yes, that is what I am saying. Yes. Exactly that. Thank you. But I can’t argue any more (I want to eat my damned lunch) so I tell her I will think of something. And I decide during my lunch that I will just do Science today AND tomorrow. Hey, the monkeys love doing Science anyway.

But then the best part happened.

Apparently, Amelia-Teacher ALSO was a little… shall we say “short” with Jenny when the Art fiasco was mentioned. So short that she made Jenny cry. Oopsies. So at the end of lunch I was in Amelia’s room with her having chats about the situation. And finally, we decide to take a gander at this “inappropriate” art and see how bad it was. Guess what they had to make… no really. Guess what was so “winter themed” that we couldn’t do it in November.

Windmills. The art was making windmills. Jenny fucked up… it was the 7 year olds (I have 6 year olds, as does Amelia) who were doing winter art. Worse, Amelia and I decide we will just go ahead and make the windmills, but we’ll see if the supplies (origami paper and y-pins) are available first. Worse again, the front desk teachers had the supplies out and ready. Meaning – they thought all along that is what we were doing. AURGH!

If this was one incident in a thousand, it wouldn’t be a big deal. But this was the poop icing on a turd cake this week. It is starting to make me a wee bit bugshit (or, more bugshit depending on how well you know me). I wasn’t going to drink at all this weekend, but I might have to so I can forget that this week every freaking happened.

This was a long one, and if I lost you somewhere in there, sorry about that. But man, it feels good to rant when you can pretend that other people are going to read it. Hope your work week is going better than mine…

Original Comments:

careybatgirl wrote (on 10/11/05):
you left out one thing
did you end up doing your art project?

dirtyaurghpants wrote (on 10/11/05):
yup. and the little monkeys kicked ASS making windmills.

and-errhea wrote (11/11/05):



I would just like to add a note saying that I’m rather proud of myself for my lengthy blogging today. I’m usually not so well-behaved. And, although I would like you to think that I am simply being a good person, putting my loved ones ahead of my own needs (ie: my need to not sit in front of a computer and like, think, or some junk), it is simply not true. I just didn’t feel like: a. finishing evaluations on the wee monkeys or b. doing the effing dishes.

Sigh. I don’t even eat at home and I STILL have effing dishes. STUPID DISHES! I have an urge to toss ’em all out. Then I would never have to wash them again.

And the evaluations are retarded. Which is appropriate, because so are the monkeys half the time. I don’t even know what to tell you about them. They are dumb, dumb, dumb. I make up the shit. And would you like to know why I make up the shit? Why it doesn’t really matter what I say as long as I circle a 4 or 5? BECAUSE THE MONKEY’S PARENTS CAN’T READ FUCKING ENGLISH. AURGHPANTS!!!!

Bite me, evaluations. Bite me.

Sorry. This will be the end of my self-congratulatory note and complaining about work/chores. FOR TODAY.

>Shout out to Mike and my Moms


HOORAY! I’ve finally gotten mail! I don’t feel like such an unloved knob.

First, thanks to Mike who was kind-hearted enough to send me a copy of the expansion pack for the Sims. I’m on top of wasting some time with that. I just hope he remembers (ahem) to send along Civ4, because I am going APE FUCKING SHIT waiting for it.

And thanks to my Moms for sending along such a nice card. For no reason except she is a mom and does cool things like that. I miss you too, and your card made me smile.

For the rest of you wankers (Stu, I’m specifically referring to you and the fact that you have all my effing Gameboy Games), I know it has been a while since you’ve seen my addy in Korea, so I’m posting it again for ya:


6 FL. GARAM B/D 1084-14

Not that I’m expecting anything (EXCEPT MY EFFING GAMES, STUART). You could send me a note with your address on it. That way, I get mail and look cool… and I will send you something back. Probably. Just share the love people. Share the love.

Palace it up

>This weekend turned out pretty good overall. On Friday after work we all were treated to dinner… and it was a treat. We went to a place called “St.Paul’s”, and I had a great steak, great wine, and great coffee. After dinner we went to the Beer Cabin.

So much for the doctor telling me to get some “rest” and to “not” drink. Stupid doctor. I wanted to stop being sick, not start being boring.

After the Beer Cabin we went to the Nori Bong. Not sure of the spelling of that. “Bong” just means “room” in Korean, and Nori means Karaoke Sweetness! Whoo!!

There was a wee bit of drinking, some singing, and some not-getting-home-until-five-am. I’m such a dumbass. Somewhere between Vancouver and Seoul my off-switch broke. I have no idea when to go home if they don’t ever close the bars. It is a weird phenom that should be seriously studied. How is it that my concept of time is dependent on the operating hours of a drinking establishment? Discuss.

I was much better behaved on Saturday. After four short hours of sleep (sigh), I went with Andrea-teacher to the Coex Mall to get my hair cut. We poked around the mall until we got sick of Koreans stepping right in front of where we were walking and headed back on the subway. I’m still retardedly excited about the subway… it is like a Skytrain, but in the ground. What will these crazy monkeys dream up next? I got home around six and was in bed by eight. Slept for 15 hours. It was the greatest thing.

On Sunday I planned to meet Alyssa (from “the other school”) at McDonald’s to travel into Seoul to see the Changdeokgung Palace (again) in all its fall foliage glory. While I was there getting my Big Mac Set (they don’t say combo), I ran into Lorraine (from the “other, other school”), who was just wandering about and considering going into Seoul alone. I invited her along and we headed to the palace to meet Aaron. Well, Changdeokgung was crawling with Koreans (SOMETHING must have been going on) and there was a huge lineup to get in. So we decided eff that, and headed to the primary palace, the Gyongbok Palace. We even lucked out and saw the changing of the guards. I took some pictures of it for you guys. The building that is standing in the water is the same building that is pictured on the back of the 10,000 won bill.

After that, headed home early and chilled out. I’ve finally figured out how to download TV, and have been working through Season 16 (last season) of the Simpsons. I just watched the first episode of the new season, which was cool and not-cool at the same time. The show was good, but this is the first season in a long time that I haven’t watched it with Mike. Which made me miss Mike. Watching 24 in January without Mike and/or Stu is also going to be weird. But I’m still going to do it and be happy doing it… 24 rules. If you don’t watch 24 and you are reading this: stop sucking and go rent season one. Now.

Oh wait… head over to first and check out the palace.