Living in Wonju South Korea, These Many Long Years

Living in Wonju South Korea, These Many Long Years: Version 2.0!

Saturday, June 30, 2012


I don't know how many more times I can sit through the Harry Potter series.  Even the Max won't help after awhile.  They are good, but as I lost rock scissor paper tonight, the girls got to choose the film.  I made it through number 4 and 5; maybe the fourth time on each.  The girls were rapt.

All asleep now.

Time for some somaek.


Finally after several very dry weeks, the rain came last night.

I woke feeling lighter than I had in a while, having had a great sleep. I'm sure more than a few farmers are feeling the same.

I'm more relaxed and calm than I've been in over a month.

The fam's been sitting around playing games, drawing, reading, sleeping. Earlier I went out with the girls and got nicely wet before coming in and eating delicious Vietnamese ramen with dumplings.

It's been an awesome day.

At some point this weekend we need to hit the grocery store, but we're fine for today so it can wait until tomorrow.

Time for coffee.

Friday, June 29, 2012

So many kinds of wrong

This week's edition: a pile of awesomeness, most under a minute long

sNSFW, many bad words

So many kinds of wrong

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Letter from a Reader: Stress at Work!

A few days ago I received the following email from a reader:

Hey, I've been reading your blog for a while and it's very enjoyable and I have just a simple question.  How the hell do you work with Koreans?  I work as an engineer in Korea (not a teacher or in the military!  the few elite 1% folks here).  I've been at my job almost 2 years and when someone gives me a job with a deadline I get it done quickly, but most of the time they give me a job and never talk to me again.  I submit reports to them I email, I talk to them, but then they never talk to me.  How have you dealt with this?  I'm sure it's come up a lot working at a Korean company.  I can't tell how much Korean you need for your job and I sure can't tell how much I need.  They keep telling me that's what is slowing me down, but there's a Japanese guy in my group who's been studying Korean for about 18 months and he can't speak worth a damn, but he's been promoted and people work with him.  I try hard to get along with people here, but they don't care and my boss is too busy to give me work (I think he needs to figure out how to manage his work).  I'm just looking for some helpful tips on how not to go insane, so any advice is welcome.  Thanks.  


Hello R, thanks for your email.  Sorry I didn't respond sooner.  I like receiving email, so please feel free to send one along and I will respond as soon as I can.  The email is in profile.

I'm not sure how I can answer your question, as it kind of sounds like you just need to vent a bit.  I get that.  Any job needs some time and place to vent, but this can be a challenge when you're a waeg working in a company with not a lot of people to commiserate with.  This can be even more difficult if you don't have an extensive social circle outside of work, a common issue faced by many a waeg on this here fine peninsula.

How do I deal with stress from work?  Let me add the caveat that I'm only speaking from my own experience, and I'm not sure what things are like where you're at.  I may sound like I'm stating the obvious, or being critical, or worse being condescending, but this is not my intent.  These are just observations that have helped me get through the day to day.

First, liquor helps, as does posting on my stoopid blog.  Hobbies, friends, and family basically, to not be so flip.  Mostly, I learned long ago to just try and let most everything slide off my back, since carrying it around all the time doesn't help a damn.  Mind, I do have spectacular meltdowns from time to time, and have to sometimes do massive damage control after.   But then, I am somewhat of an idiot who will sometimes say the wrong thing at the wrong time even though it is the right thing to say, if that makes any sense.

As for working with Koreans, it really depends on the group and the atmosphere.  Your Japanese coworker has the right idea, and in his case it makes a powerful statement that he is at least putting on the show of trying to learn and assimilate, considering the history between the two countries.  That pushes the national pride button and his demonstration of respect is a potent one.

Like any company, success depends greatly on the health of your relationships.  In the Korean context, this means trying to understand something about the history, culture, and language.  Most Koreans are kind of cool in that as long as your show a 'sincere' interest, and spend time getting to know something about the country, observe proper social etiquette like bowing and holding a bottle with two hands when pouring for a senior, and at least learning a few basic sentences in Korean, they'll be more warm and welcoming to you.  Most.

That said, often times a work environment can be completely FUBAR, especially if they don't know what to do with you or your appointment met with initial resistance.  In that case, all you can do is try to develop the relationships further and keep doing the best work you can.  This can be cause for serious headache and frustration, in which case you can suck it up, do nothing or as little as possible as far as work is concerned, or look for a new job before they send you packing.  But if that kind of situation is ongoing, you can be sure your days are numbered.  If you don't have two years in, and you haven't cultivated good relationships, this can be a problem, since at year two they decide whether to give you a more permanent position or not, according to labor law.

In my case, I've spent years reading about history, where the best apples and rice in Korea come from, observing the basic gestures and behaviors that are expected in a given situation.  My spoken Korean is functional, reading and writing a bit better, which helps as a lot of work that comes my way is in Korean.  It does take more time to read and figure out, especially the more technical stuff, but luckily I have several people I can go to to help me sort out what needs to be done when the language is particularly difficult.

The most important thing is to not show any negative emotion or criticism whatsoever in your daily interactions.  The quickest way to earn the enmity of many Koreans is to express dissatisfaction, especially with regards social etiquette, some cultural behaviors or artifacts, or even work process, especially if you do so not in Korean.  Koreans bitch about this kind of thing all the time, but hearing it from a waeg, especially from someone who doesn't even try to speak the language will turn even the most vocal critic on you.

Figuring out how your coworkers and supervisors perceive you as the waeg, and making sure you act accordingly in each relationship is key.

Smiling a lot, acting like a deer caught in the headlights, staying on top of your game, and talking about neutral topics like hobbies or where you went on the weekend (such as a famous tourist destination and how freakin' awesome it was) are the best things I've learned to do when dealing with those who see you as alien.  I only express criticism for ideas or plans, or suggest alternatives, in meetings, and only when I've sussed that the higher ups are really looking for input.  Intuition is a big factor in all this, and that comes with years of working in country; this way you know when a decision has pretty much been made already or there really is a need for input.  But then, I spend several hours a week in meetings, and have had much opportunity to sort this out.

Pretty much, it's about what it takes to survive in any work environment, but eating the kimchi and using chopsticks well tossed into this particular mix.  Throwing in a little 'I-went-to-see-national-treasure-23496-this-weekend-and-was-blinded-by-its-sheer-awesomeness' will work wonders.  The smarter ones will realize you're playing the game and will bring you in, but that will only get you so far if you piss in too many people's bean sprout soup by complaining about stoopid simple shit.

Try to not have too many meltdowns.  I'm sure this will eventually be my undoing, since despite my best advice here, I still occasionally forget it and act like a complete retard.  But everyone has their bad days, so long as they aren't always bad.

Hope this helps.  Buy me a beer next time I'm in the big smoke if so, and we can talk more.



Tuesday, June 26, 2012


For the first time, tonight the toothfairy came under direct cultural attack when the youngest told how we were also supposed to throw the tooth onto the roof of the house when I helped the eldest remove her newest loosie.

I was a bit rough about it as I stuck my fingernail slightly under the tooth and simply flicked, but I digress.

The Korean version of the story has it that when a kid loses their tooth, you are supposed to throw it on the roof of the house so that a magpie can come collect it and bring the kid a new one.  June explained that Koreans didn't give money back in the day as they were poor.  Seems about time to update that old story, hmmm?  Although it would be awesome to go up to the roof of my apartment and see all kinds of kids' teeth scattered all over the place.  I've been shilling the toothfairy for a good two years now, laying out obeggars (500 won) per tooth, and figure that the topic of cultural differences and shared commonalities needs to soon be addressed.  

I once accidentally gave the youngest a chonner, but I explained it away as the toothfairy having found the tooth she had lost when she fell into the hole a while back, so was doubling up.

The eldest is pretty savvy, and I think she's on to the fact that the toothfairy is in fact yours truly.  Tonight she wrapped her tooth up in paper, tied it with a bow, and placed it in nice container.  I felt like saying how the fuck is the toothfairy going to get into that shit, but instead asked if the container was big enough for a 500 won coin.  We'll see how she packaged it later when I go to place the 500 won.  Still, no easy task as I'll need to get the container first.

While googling for images of tooth fairy dad, I came across the movie in the photo.  I am so glad I did not know it existed until now, and will work diligently to ensure I never watch it.

Time for some Max.

Multiculturalism in Action!

Tonight the eldest came home with a cookbook given to her by her teacher. She stated emphatically that she was the only one in the class to get it.

A quick look at the cover and I knew it was all about promoting multiculturalism. A quick look at the recipes and I knew it was basic stuff for south east Asian wives on how to prepare simple foods for their husbands and kids.

Still, it was pretty glossy and nice. You have to appreciate how the government is working hard to promote Korea abroad, by obviously spending a large amount of money to welcome foreign women who marry largely loser Korean men.

I shouldn't sound bitter, since it really is a good thing. And I learned a new way to make kimchi pancakes, since the recipes are also written in English!

If only they'd provide a guide on how to fully own your own business as a waeg, I'd be sailin'.


Today was all about trying to coddle a coworker.

He had requested a rehash of my monthly status report.  I was a bit cheesed as I'm super busy, and reformatting the last report would take a solid 40 minutes and throw me off my stride.  I figured he was doing it simply to pad his own report and it was unnecessary work. What I sent him originally reflected that.

He responded full of snark.  When I called him on it and praised him for his sarcasm while doing the thing right, he obviously was all butthurt yet happy that I wasn't referring to the Lewis Carroll poem of the same name.  He also added that the report was needed for another department who didn't have access to the originals.

Still, drama queen.  I tried to explain about trash talk and gruff, and while I'm sure he got it, I expect he'll remain all worked up about it from here til whenever.

Fuck it.

Time to almost consider working on those last TPS reports.


Sorry gentle readers: work and life is in full on mode.

Regularly scheduled programming will resume eventually.

This is what I get for daring to make the effort to slough off some extraneous baggage the last couple of weeks.  Something about needing it I'm sure, even though I'm not done.

Back to it.

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Camping 2.5!

This weekend is camping with coworkers and friends. It's great to have the work shared around between everybody.
In total there are 19 of us. I took care of organizing for the gang from work. The need for a nice folding shelf unit is acute when there are that many people involved.

I sent them off on a scavenger hunt. Besides plants, rocks, and bugs, they also needed to find human artifacts like 3 old soju or beer bottlecaps. There was also fishing with a trap, water games, and of course campfire fun.

Sadly, the last time out the rivets on the bottom of the fire fire pit melted and will need to be replaced. I'm thinking it could be a fairly easy welding job, but I don't know the first thing about welding. We could still use it by simply placing it directly on the ground, but I should take care of it for next time.

Time for cleanup.

Friday, June 22, 2012

so many kinds of wrong

This week's edition: some old stuff, a bit of recycling.

3rd vid NSFW: woman breastfeeding a monkey

So many kinds of wrong


Today I scooted out of work a bit early.  I needed to pick up the groceries for the work camping trip this weekend and buy some dedicated kitchen gear. 

I foolishly tried a local camping store first: way overpriced.  I found a few things on the internet that looked good, but of course you take your chances with the quality.

I near bought a whole kitchen set up, but refrained.  Pretty soon I'll need to buy a roof carrier for all the gear, and that defeats the purpose of camping.  Instead, I hit the local Daiso and bought all cheap crap.  It cost me a little over a manner for the lot.

June was not impressed.  She wanted to buy a ceramic coffee filter holder and a set of Japanese made camping kitchen wear.  I pointed out that this would cost near 20 manners, when I spent less than 2.  She just gave me the 'you-can't understand-because-you-are-a-man' look. 

I get that her friend, whose husband runs his own traditional medicine clinic, has nice gear.  Still, part of the point of camping is to not bring the entire apartment with you.  The gear should be minimal and functional, and if you can get some cool multipurpose stuff, go for it.  Ideally, it would be stuff that wouldn't weigh that much and could be easily carried if necessary.  A folding work table with spice rack and utensils is not that.

I imagine I can hold her off for at least a couple of weeks.  It does look nice, but maybe by digging around I can find a nicer one for cheap.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012


This morning I was late for the first time in forever.  I woke feeling completely discombobulated and lacking any real focus.  This coalesced as I hit the expressway to work: the need for change.

I've been feeling it for a while.  A need to change something, anything, to bring something new into the mix.  Maybe it's just a midlife crisis.  Maybe it's just the same kind of existential angst most people experience at different times in their lives, in my case kimchi expat flavored.  This morning it took the form of needing to get the hell out of Korea.  I'm tired of scripted responses, overused cliches, being told I'm a sexual deviant for wanting to fuck Korean women.   Mostly I'm just tired.  My work has suffered the last few weeks, with my productivity way down.  Luckily, I'm about even with what most of my coworkers do now anyway, so no one has said anything.  It's not like I could get promoted any higher anyway, right?

No, this isn't the real problem.  I know I'm in a rut, and need to get out of it.

So what to do?  It's not like I can go camping forever, and even the liquor is getting boring.  I always feel like I need a long long vacation, but that won't solve it.  Getting more hobbies, going to the gym, getting out more, are all expected responses.  Still, still.

What's a man do? 

Time to redefine.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Low Quality Squid!

The long term waeg will be quite aware of the danger they pose to the unsuspecting, pure, and virtuous Korean people, due to their morally ambiguous and skewed worldly perspective.  However, a new foreign danger has reared it's ugly head to infest and blight this fine peninsula: low life squid.

While munching away on a serving of parboiled squid including the internal organs, a 63 year-old Korean woman felt “severe pain in her oral cavity” along with a “pricking and foreign-body sensation.” She immediately spat out the remaining bite, but when the pain and “what the fuck is in my mouth” sensation persisted, she rushed to the hospital.
There, doctors removed what a Journal of Parasitology paper later described as 12 “small, white spindle-shaped, bug-like organisms stuck in the mucous membrane of the tongue, cheek, and gingiva”—the dead squid’s live spermatophores which had inseminated the woman’s mouth.   What is a spermatophore? you ask, after cleaning the vomit from your keyboard. Squid a Day, a fascinating cephalopod blog on Science 20 by biologist Danna Staaf, reports it’s nothing like a bug actually—no legs, no eyes. Rather, it’s “like a cup of semen–nothing more than an aggregation of gametes.” So, yeah—12 little cups of squid semen implanted themselves in the woman’s mouth. Yummy.
And there’s more:
Each spermatophore includes an ejaculatory apparatus, which can expel the sperm mass quite forcefully, and a cement body for attachment. Of course, neither of those is a needle or a knife–the sort of thing you’d expect to need for actual implantation (into either a female squid or a human mouth). I’ve written a bit about this mystery before. As it turns out, no one is quite sure how spermatophores implant themselves into skin.
Ah, science. Full of mystery and life lessons, the one in this case being, if you’re going to eat parboiled squid (and you might not want to do that to start with), stay the hell away from the internal organs.
No word yet on where the squid came from, but one can only assume that it must have been caught in the East Sea; living in this body of water which appears as the Sea of Japan on most international maps led the squid to enter a life of crime and decadence, coming to Korea after hearing tales of all the beautiful Korean women and easy money to be made teaching Koreans to swim.  The fact that this particular squid would attack and infect an old and defenseless grandmother further highlights how problematic and degenerate these squid are, and the dangers of not changing the name to East Sea immediately.

While efforts have been made to combat this problem by increasing the overall consumption of squid, still cases like this prove the problem is still grave and requires more government intervention.  Previous regulations such as requiring that all squid with tentacles longer than 8 cms be consumed immediately and all squid allow their caricatures be used for catchy seafood advertisements and restaurant signs in the hopes of embarrassing the squid into silence or to simply stay away have so far proven ineffective.

One motion put forward today by a Korean assembly member would see all squid moved to Squid Villages in either the South or West seas, with entrance to the peninsula only allowed once they have been forced to sit through countless 'training seminars' extolling the beauty of all things Korean along with lessons in morality and proper behavior, but concerns over how they might become more Chinese and violent were raised as most international maps insist on calling the area the China Sea.  The bill is expected to undergo revision over the next few weeks combined with more aggressive lobbying of various oceanographic organizations and the United Nations.

Until then, all Korean women are asked to thoroughly cook and chop up squid before consumption, and to avoid fraternization all together.  To ensure that all Korean women are aware of their duty in the face of this danger, all major news portals plan on providing extensive coverage on low-life squid habits starting today, with a special news report being commissioned from All That Media to possibly air as soon as tonight, or however long it takes to make up some interviews, misconstrue statements, or selective quote from low life squid and their problematic Korean female consorts.  Until then, most news sources have begun airing the photo below, in hopes of warning the masses as to the state the nation will find itself if measures are not quickly taken:

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Potato Pork Spine Stew!

Korean Food Pron: waegs eating hansik
Most long time readers of my stoopid blog will know that I love potato pork spine stew.  In fact of the waegs I've known over the years usually only the vegetarians can't get behind it, that shit is that damn tasty.

Of late, I've taken to making it myself.  After watching the Mother-in-Law and June make theirs, I figured I could make my own.

This weekend was my best yet.  As it was a stay at home weekend, I ended up making chicken soup, frying bacon egg sandwiches, grilling a steak, and finally, some potato pork spine stew.

I actually started it Friday night.  Letting the meat soak overnight in water with some salt and garlic is a good start.

The next day I boiled it for a few hours in the morning.  Then I let it sit until this afternoon.

I then mixed the sauce together: soy bean paste, ginger, garlic, salt, pepper, chili.  While doing this, I cut up a bunch of potatoes, onions, and more ginger in the pot.  Once they had cooked, I then added more onion, sesame, kimchi, and the sauce.

This is where it got good thanks to serendipity: while I let this go at a low boil, I went out and got what should have been a quick haircut.  While there, I ran into one of my bosses and ended up having to chat a bit.  By the time I got back, I was dismayed to see that all the potatoes had actually disintegrated into the soup.  I cut up a bunch more and simmered until the new potatoes were cooked.

Everyone agreed it was damn near the best potato pork spine soup evar.  The potatoes disintegrating into the soup gave it a nice thick consistency and an awesome flavor.  Note to self: put potatoes in sooner next time during the soaking phase, and see if they still make awesomeness.

And here I always complained about there not being enough potatoes in my potato pork spine stew when I eat out.  I can only assume this is what is supposed to happen.

Time for some rice wine.

Friday, June 15, 2012


After lunch I took my semi usual constitutional up the mountain behind work. I came across a rather impressive patch of mulberry trees, and saw that the fruit is nearly ready.

According to the wiki entry, unripe mulberries can be hallucinogenic. I'm sorely tempted to test the validity of this statement.

Probably safer to stick with the soju though, right?

Still, I'll go back and check after the weekend to see if they're ready. Mulberries are pretty expensive, and they are quite delicious.

Time for coffee.

So many kinds of wrong

Puerile and lacking in sophistication, yet another edition of

so many kinds of wrong:

Posting this link, since the versions available on youtube will probably be taken down at some point:  Wrong Cops

Thursday, June 14, 2012


Problematic Korean female attracts Waeg men
Lately there has been much buzz among Korean netizens over the fact that two brands of locally produced spirits, or soju, together outsell every other spirit in the world by a margin of 3:1.  Shockingly, instead of celebrating this victory of the finest and purest alcohol over lesser countries plonk, Korean netizens instead have fallen into lamentation, hand-wringing, and expressions of consternation over the fact that most of this liquor is consumed domestically instead of overseas, thereby doing little to promote Korean culture and products.

What these netizens don't get is that this rise in spirits sales also corresponds with the rather large rise of waegs on this fine peninsula;  therefore it stands to reason that it must be the waegs who are responsible for this situation.  While it may be commendable that waegs are acknowledging the superiority of Korean made products, these facts support the common knowledge that most waegs on this fine peninsula are the losers and lowlife pond scum many Koreans assume them to be.

Take heart, Korean netizens!  Stop thinking that your country is brimming over with alcoholics and is being ruined by a drinking culture that promotes excess!  Know that indeed it is once again the dirty waeg and his lost, problematic, easily duped Korean female consorts who are responsible for this situation!

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

The Little Prince!

Tonight I finished The Little Prince with the girls.  They loved it, almost more than they loved Harry Potter, from which we've taken a break since the fourth book, even though they've read them all in Korean save the last.

I love the book.  Sad that I missed out on it when I was young, not having read it until high school.  But then, despite appearing to be rather small and simple, it actually is a rather challenging text.

For both girls, it seems the part where he was traveling to the other planets was their favorite, followed by the discovery of the well.  The youngest thought the lamplighter was funny, while the eldest laughed at the king.  They both thought the drunkard highly amusing as well, but had to be reminded of the vain man.

It was good to read it again.  I used it as a reading text for late elementary / early middle back in my teacher daze.  It always went over well.

I'd like to read Jonathon Livingston Seagull again, but I think they're still a bit young for it.  Looking through my bookshelf of left over books, I think it may just about be time to introduce the Oxford Bookworm series to the eldest.

Time for some Max.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012


The neophyte waeg will quickly realize that being an animal - any animal - on this fine peninsula is a mug's game at best.  If you aren't having your hair dyed or dressed in cute sweaters, someone somewhere is trying their damndest to catch you and eat you.

I remember in my early years visiting the most stupendous Dreamland park, near Chiaksan just outside of the Wonj.  I was appalled at the shitty little concrete boxes they had the animals in, more so by the taunting and mockery from the hordes of little kings and queens throwing grass and instant ramen noodles at obviously apathetic and vacant eyed animals.  This was of course before I drank the kool-aid and saw the light.

It could be understandable why some waegs might be up in arms about the treatment of animals, especially the ones dragged behind automobiles or the ones beaten or burned alive to increase the adrenaline for best effect man's power.  But this outrage does not show sufficient understanding of the special Korean situation, and in fact ignores how waegs created it in the first place.

When Christianity started to gain traction on the peninsula, the early missionaries didn't realize that it wasn't the goodness of god or the fullness of spirit to be found in Jesus that really appealed to the early Korean converts; it was the myriad images of eating roast calf and elk.  As the economy improved, the eating of meat became even more widespread, while at the same time Christianity became more entrenched.  People began to associate eating meat not just with wealth and prosperity, but as a pure clean break from a poor agrarian past, one dominated by Buddhist ideals that promoted vegetarianism.  Since Koreans love new things and disparage anything old and used, it was a natural fit that eating more and more varied types of meat would become commonplace, as a true expression not only of their new wealth but of their love of Jesus and rejection of Buddha.

Since it is hard to eat something you've named and loved, it only follows that animals would not receive special treatment, especially since many of them are of the imported variety anyway.

So before the average waeg gets their rage on, they should know that in effect they are responsible for Koreans mistreating animals, since they were the ones to introduce these foreign ideas to a peaceful, virtuous people in the first place.  To then criticize Koreans for acting the way they do clearly demonstrates the truly schizophrenic and myopic nature of most waeg culture.

Korean roadkill
fresh enough?

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Camping 2.4!

Today I'm out with the professor, his SO, and the girls. June is home studying for exams.

Last night I made some delicious grilled cheese sausage sandwiches. They were awesome.

About to take the girls out for a walk to collect berries. It's also almost time for some Max.

First, chop some wood. The old guy here is impressed with my axe wielding skills. Seeing the way many of the other guys work it, I'm not really competing against a level field.

Time to represent.

Friday, June 8, 2012

so many kinds of wrong

This week's edition of

so many kinds of wrong:

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Funeral House!

On our way home from the stream yesterday, we happened to pass a 상여집, or funeral house. It had recently been repainted and cleaned up, having a few 장승 or totem poles added.

It isn't that unusual to see these kinds of small houses for the dead in the countryside. Basically, the recently deceased are brought to rest there for a short time before being carried up the mountain for burial. Often, the house itself is on a special mountain, as the spirit of the deceased communes with the specific mountain spirit before being interred. Some of these small houses are sometimes used as a kind of small temple, but I haven't found out much about that yet.

June surprised me by sharing a story from her youth when I commented on how the village had done this one up nice. When she was a kid, these types of houses gave all the rugrats the heebeejeebees, with only the bravest daring to go near. One day a gang of them decided to rock, scissor, paper to see who would actually go inside. June lost the challenge, so made her way up. She was greatly relieved when she found nothing inside. I was impressed that she actually went through with it though, and was about to tell her so when she added:

So I closed the door and started to head back down. I looked up, and that's when I saw the woman.

She was dressed in white hanbok. She had hung herself. I couldn't sleep for days after. She quickly changed the subject.

Later, when the girls were asleep, I asked: why do you think she killed herself like that? She finally admitted that the story heard after was that the woman had killed herself after getting pregnant. The woman hoped her act would diminish the shame her father claimed had been wrought upon the family.

I couldn't say anything for a while. Then I said: He was just a mean old man. Most people don't think that way today.

She looked at me: It's just a sad story. I don't know why I told you. Forget it. She turned over and went to sleep.

My thoughts drifted for a while, unfocused. Finally I slept. I can't remember my dreams. But I woke thinking it was time to cut the girls more slack with the small stuff. I know there will be steaming piles of shit waiting for them to wade through later; I just have to make sure not a lot of them are made by me.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Mountain Stream!

Today I tossed the fam into the car and took em to a nice mountain stream.

Originally, June was to stay home and study, but as she watched us get ready she decided to throw her lot in with us.

This was fine by me. I grabbed a six pack on the way out, as she can drive back if necessary.

The water is quite low. No matter, the girls are still having a blast catching minnows and splashing about.

Time for some Max.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Camping 2.3!

This weekend was camping with the boys. Debaucherous levels of drunkeness and general insanity prevailed.

We were hit with a pretty heavy thunderstorm, but like true men we laughed heartily and drank more ferociously.

Home now. Some quality time on the throne and a hot bath are on deck.

First, clean up and organization of gear. Wouldn't serve to give June a reason to get angry.

Friday, June 1, 2012

so many kinds of wrong

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so many kinds of wrong