A waste of bits and bandwidth

This is so freakin’ cool. I remember watching this on PBS back in 1995 and I’ve always remembered it.

Well, it’s official. At least in Korea; MiHwa and I are married. We spent yesterday running around like headless chickens in an attempt to get all the documents certified. BTW, should you ever try to submit a document to the Korean registry, get it translated to Korean. I guess they don’t dig English… I also learned that no matter where you are, government workers are all the same. Indifferent drones.

We left downtown for MyeongDong where we did dome shopping and saw a movie before grabbing a bite for dinner.

Anyway, the wife is at work today, so I’m doing the Biff thing; did the dishes, cleaned up a little and did some laundry. MiHwa told me that they are testing the fire alarms today so I wouldn’t be surprised. As often happens, she left out the more important details.

I’m standing in my underwear doing the dishes when the doorbell rings. I looked at the front door LCD and no one is there, so I stick my head out the door only to see a worker walking down the hall. Now he did say something to me but oddly I didn’t understand him so I went back to my dishes. 2 minutes later, the door opens and some other guy walks right in, says something to me and begins to test the smoke detector. There I am in my underwear, doing the dishes with iTunes pounding away. Him: *Korean – roughly translated to ‘nice boxers’* Me: Hey

There was an uneasy silence as I kept doing the dishes and he kept testing the smoke detector. It was probably for the best… What do you say? Mental note, lock the damn door.

Well, I’m off to COEX.

After just paying 100 yen for 10 minutes of access, I found I could buy 24 hours of wireless access for 500 yen. Dammit. I hate when that happens.

I don’t care about the money, I’m just tired. I’ve been up for 18 and I have 2 hours until my flight leaves. Can I just say, there is nothing to do here. There’s plenty to do if duty free shopping and smoking figures highly on you to do list. There are a lot more shops and actual restaurants in the other terminal.

I’ve fired up a packet sniffer to amuse myself. Nothing so far but I have nothing but time. Maybe I’ll get password of some harried salary man. There are more than a few people on laptops but they’re all watching movies. “Come on dude; login to you bank or your email or something. Throw me a bone…”

I’m also paying close attention to the JAL mileage bank machine; I have two hours to learn enough Japanese in order to collect my miles. I guess the worst that could happen is that it would eat my boarding pass and leave me here with no place to go. At least then I could curl up on this bench and sleep.

So, if you surf pr0n in a foreign country but the pr0n is coming from a different country than the one you’re in, you’re fine right? I mean, the Japanese are pretty whacked to begin with… Roger? Biff? Anyone?

So here I am again, sitting in the same spot in the departures area and surfing YVR-PUB. September doesn’t seem all that long ago. There’s an older Asian fellow next to me making the most disturbing of noises. I assume I’ll be sitting next to him on the plane for the next 10 hours…

Speaking of seats, I have grabbed a seat in the coveted row 77, upper deck. Yes! Sorry sucker; you should have been here earlier to claim the seat your agent reserved for you. heh…

I knew I had forgotten something; everything was going too smoothly. Sure enough, shortly after arriving I realized I had forgotten the cable to sync my camera. I have 2 at home and when I return, I’ll have three. I guess it’s a good enough reason to visit YoungSan again.

I feel like crap after getting up at 5:30 and this is the longest of days. Still, I can’t wait to get there. Take care and I’ll talk to you soon.

So Friday was the big stag. I didn’t want a stag. I assumed that Biff realized that but apparently I didn’t actually verbalize it. Or maybe I did and he did it any way. “You know I had nothing to do with your stag, I was just to take you there. A task which you made exceedingly difficult…” “Wanna play another game of golf?” “No, why don’t we just go?”

Now, I don’t really drink, not even socially. Sometimes I do but I really don’t care either way. Not for any reason, I just don’t. I fully expected to puke all over everything and everyone and Biff was to be my first victim. He’s good with hand washing delicates so I figured it was the way to go. Oddly, it was not to be.

I was ‘lead’ to The SoHo where there was beer and pool, followed by dinner. As I ate my fish I wondered to myself how long it would be until we met again as visions of Team America flashed through my mind. The first shooter almost did it; a vile Prairie Fire which seemed to be entirely tobasco.

We left for The Cecil where more beer and shooters where placed in front of me over the course of the evening. I decided I would politely thank the person for the drink and knock it back without thinking about it. *cheers* It seemed to work. I was certainly drunk but I didn’t feel sick. “What a fascinating turn of events…” This didn’t really compute as they seemed to be getting the most conflicting of shooters for me to knock back for their amusement.

In any event it was a great night. Walking home seemed to kick things up a little but by then I really didn’t care any more. Much to my surprise, I felt pretty good in the morning. Not even a headache though it wasn’t the most restful of sleeps.

Thanks to Biff for setting it up and to everyone who showed up. I saw a few guys that I haven’t seen in a while and it was cool catching up with them. I still have no idea why Andrea wasn’t invited tho… We remarked that we should do this once in a while just for the hell of it and I’d be the first one there.

You guys are buying again, right?