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I’m in a foul mood.
Be warned.
Read in the newspaper that in April South Korean commercial flights will begin flying over North Korean airspace. All the blood in my body drained and pooled in my feet. Fucking great. Not only do I generally suffer anxiety attacks in the air, but now I’m gonna have to suffer it up a notch while we gain altitude over that maniac army of theirs. It’s gonna be like the shooting range at the fair for those guys. Dave says that by the time we fly out of here again, which will be in about another year, it will be old hat and the chances of them pickin’ off our plane will be pretty slim. I mean, there are several flights a day between here and North America. One big sick game of roulette is all it is. Flying is already like that for me, so what’s the harm in increasing the stakes a little, eh?
Generally feeling really alienated from EVERYONE. Feeling isolated and liking it.
There are some new pictures up here, here, and here. Enjoy.
Looks like we’re going hiking Sunday with the RAS, the same folks who brought you Chollanam-do. Should be cool, except now I have to figure out how to pay for it. Seems that because of the late notice I gotta do an electronic transfer to their account from my neighborhood bank. I’m worried it’s gonna go awry somehow. I just want smooth sailing, but paranoia always knocks on my door when I have to do something in the local language, which I cannot speak nor understand. Great. Just fucking great.
The bank is, however, right next to the Whamlee mart that’s now selling HEADS. I promised myself I wouldn’t self-medicate today, but that looks like it’s going to be a short-lived vow.
Later.
Went to the stupid bank and couldn’t understand a damn thing I was supposed to do with the money transfer, so I came home more pissed than ever. But not without a transfer slip to study before my next try. The woman behind the counter said I needed my passport, but that just didn’t make sense. I was giving her cash to deposit to someone else’s account in Korea. Anyway, I didn’t have it with me, so that was the end of that.
Oh yeah - I was so weirded out after trying to communicate with the bank woman that I totally forgot to stop for HEADS. doh.
OK. So I’ve been generally hostile toward the world all day and it’s given me a headache. I think it’s time for me to just go take a chill pill (wish it was in the form of chocolate, but I’m fresh out) and read about Ignatius.
You should too. Here’s an excerpt from yesterday. I was totally laughing uncontrollably. Hope this out of context situation doesn’t ruin it. Anyway, we join Ignatius just as he has lost control of his hot dog vending cart and he is panicking because a streetcar is slowly rolling his way:
George saw his opportunity. He ran over to Ignatius and said cheerily, ‘Come on, prof, let’s you and me get this off the street.’
‘Oh, my God!’ Ignatius thundered. ‘My pubescent nemesis. What a promising day this appears to be. I am apparently to be run over by a streetcar and robbed simultaneously, thereby setting a Paradise [hot dog vending] record. Get away, you depraved urchin.’
Later, after George helps Ignatius right his up-turned cart, he makes his move to slicky Ignatius into holding some contraband for him in the bun box of the cart:
George grabbed one of Ignatius’ paws and stuck two dollars in it.
‘Money?’ Ignatius asked happily. ‘Thank God.’ He quickly pocketed the two bills. ‘I’d rather not ask the obscene motive for this. I’d like to think that you’re attempting to make amends in your simple way for slandering me on my dismal first day with this ludicrous wagon.’
‘That’s it prof. You said it better than I ever could. You’re a really educated guy.’
‘Oh?’ Ignatius was very pleased. ‘There may be hope for you yet. Hot dog?’
Man, this book is cool. :)
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