Sometimes The Konglish Writes itself..

This is pretty good, from the Muju Firefly Festival

Wondrous experience of fireflies
During the festival, let's start exploration tour to meet wild fireflies in free shuttle bus at Hanpoongru at every 8 o'clock P.M. . You can feel the night sky of clean and clean Muju with hand in hand of children.

How they get the wild fireflies into the shuttle bus is not explained

Folk foods and folklores of the 8 provinces are exhibited, making it look like reckless beating. Especially, the taste of Muju Folk which you can have at Muju traditional Food Booth would be a must-go in Firefly Festival.

Between the "reckless beating" and the tasting of "Muju Folk" I have to admit I'm getting a little aroused..

Better Living Through Attempted Manslaughter..

Over on the always amusing and thought-provoking Dr. Helen blog, some guy named Danny opens an entirely new avenue of self-improvement - Shooting people!

Danny said...

NavyVet- when I was 14, I had to shoot my uncle when he attacked my dad and declared hisintention to kill both my dad and I. he did not die, but was crippled.
And unlike your assertion, I did not bring any serious psychological trauma upon myself. In fact, it turned me from an introverted, shy, geeky, easily frightened kid into a self-confident person.

There you go. And you don't even have to kill the swine, just cripple them! It leads to self-actualization, but not the ability to write proper English. A tradeoff, I suppose? Is the Danmeister really claiming that NavyVet's "assertion" caused the Danimal more "serious psychological trauma" than all that shooting bother? How can that be? Dan is now a self-confident maniac.

I don't think he's thought the thing entirely through.

I might also note that Danny, while proud to tout the advantages one might attain by attempted homicide, is also too much of a pussy to have his Blogger ID point to his blog....

alas..

another unidentified shooter...

Saving Ice Lakes From the Hippies

If you want to help defeat the hippies a printable version is here send it to all your friends!

or mock the hippies at their "Save" Serene Lakes site..

Press Release

People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals is starting a multinational campaign charging that International Health Organizations are complicit in an “International campaign of genocide aimed at the SARS virus”.

"To inflict cruelties on defenseless creatures, or condone such acts, is to abuse one of the cardinal tenets of a civilized society - reverence for life." Jon Evans

In a news release, the organization said that the campaign is being launched to pressure the World Health Organization (WHO) the Western Health Alliance of Technicians (WHAT), and the World Health Employees’ Regional Entente (WHERE) to work harder for better treatment of viruses in humans and at laboratories.

On Tuesday, the group will hold an 11 a.m. news conference at the Fishkill Hilton Hotel in Vancouver, and also in Beijing and Hong Kong to unveil posters, leaflets, stickers, and other materials bearing the slogan "It’s Another Holocaust: 6-Million Every Minute!”

“WHO, WHAT and WHERE have begun a campaign of obliteration, leaving us no choice but to turn up the heat," PETA director of Vegan Outreach Bruce Friedrich, said in the release. "Remember, meat is murder, and we think of viruses as extremely small cuts of meat."

Amy Sherwood, a spokeswoman for WHO, said that the organization denies PETA's claims. "WHO is committed to the well being and humane treatment of all living creatures and we require all of our members to follow welfare guidelines developed by us with leading experts on our Animal Welfare Advisory Council." she said. "Additionally, we have taken a leadership role with our trade associations to establish standardized guidelines for the entire medical industry, including welfare clinics. Our expectation is that these industry-wide guidelines will be completed in August."

PETA has announced plans to build a sanctuary for expelled viruses. Located in the teeming slums of India, this sanctuary will provide a home for unwanted and/or expelled viruses. “We hope to someday expand this sanctuary so that all bacteria and viruses have a safe and sane home,” Friedrich noted, going on to say that, “we welcome all little creatures, no matter how small, and look forward to that shipment of anthrax from Iraq just as hopefully as SARS viruses from the US, Canada, and China.”

We must write our elected officials to let them know that we are concerned with the welfare of these defenseless viruses. We can also join animal rights groups to become more active in the fight. Future generations of the virus must be allowed to remain in the bloodstream, where they belong. This may seem drastic, but so are the hardships these viruses go through every day of their lives. Our health must not come from exploiting them.

Will it never end?

The question is, of course, rhetorical.

Of course it will end and badly at that.

But how cruel is a advisor to ok a thesis and then scarper off to parts unknown until June 5th. I just sit here and obsessively pick at the thing. I've become a more productive version of Oscar Wilde who once wrote that he "spent all morning putting in a comma and all afternoon taking it out."

As I read over that last paragraph I realize the word "productive" isn't quite right, since it implies some kind of useful product.. I have been... protean?... or maybe the paper has become protean and I've become some combination of Narcissus and Mickey Mouse as the sorcerer's apprentice.

Who knows, I never understood British mythology anyway...

But the damned thing is growing again... 17,566 words.

Like the moron I am? I'm going to print out another version and edit the thing...

moron!

Jerry Fallwell Dead and my Thesis is accepted.

Now, if Wolfowitz resigns and someone gives me a chocolate bar, my life will be completely happy.

Farkery and Thesis

A lovely summery day here in Big City. I have almost forgotten last month's snow and frigid temperatures. I decided that rather than doing anything useful or social I would grab my camera and take a ramble.

Just a little bit of useless fuckery, wander around out in the sun for no reason. Once I get out there I realize I should do a bit more useless fuckery. All this work has been boring and since the whole universe is premised on useless fuckery, it's not going anywhere.. well, it's expanding, but it's not going anywhere.. so why should I be any different? Except maybe not expand as much.

Not good for a fat guy.

Anyway, I don't want to stop at any of the bars along the way, so I decide to take a pill. On top of my desk/cabinet/mirror thingie I have a motley collection of pills, in sets of one or two. These have been collected from prescriptions over the years for various ailments and if I don't finish a prescription I just toss the remaining few onto the cabinet. One downside of this is I have no idea what they are. I know that the 3 big blue ones are some kind of anti-psychotic a friend gave me that he said would calm me down if I was nervous. I took one and nearly flipped out, so I really don't want those. I should probably grind them into some hamburger and feed them to the dog next door, or something. But after looking at my options, I picked one of three lovely pinkish and little ones and had it with a cup of coffee. I sure hope I don't get addicted.

I walk a few blocks and realize that I forgot to bring something to write on. I see an Office Depot and decide to go inside. Just inside the door is a lovely row of small digital tape recorders and I realize I must have one. After 20 minutes of puzzling, I make my choice. Then, standing in line as the woman is unpacking it from its protective case in the store, which is just as difficult for her to open as it is for me to open the package when I get out on the street (see the lovely picture of my cut finger - boohoo for me!), I start freaking out because I haven't picked up the pad and pen I came in for. The whole time I'm in there I'm peering over at the “school supplies” area to try to figure out if I have time to run over there and get the pen and pad before she rings me up. There is not such an amount of time. It isn't until I get out of the store that I remember that the I paid 49 dollars for a digital tape-recorder so I wouldn't have to use a pad and pen while I was walking.

So now I'm thinking that pinkish pill was pretty good!

And then some delicious coffee from 7-11 powered by ginseng, guarana and yurba mate. So now I'm wondering about (or is that hoping for?) potential complicative interactions between the pinkish pill and all the hippie-drugs in my caffeine. When I get outside the sun seems a bit brighter, the sky a bit bluer, and the sidewalk a bit more like undulating polka-dotted taffy. So I think it worked.

Further down I walk past the sign that influenced one of my Spanish-language adverts on the last campaign. It is here right above the advert. I'm not sure “influenced” isn't overstating it. It's the "Se Habla" part and I liked it and the advertising did work. :-) Anyway, I need to use the bitching stars in the next one!

Got down to a Mega-store and purchased polarizing something or others to cover my lenses. Unfortunately the store did not have a lens cap for the lens missing one, neither did it have the screw on cover I need for the back of one of my lenses. I'll pick those up tomorrow at Funky Little Kamera Store over by work. Then I'll have my camera kit in order, should I ever decide to leave the job and become an itinerant photo-blogger.

Up the stairs to the gym for some drug-addled exercises to protect the old back, and then back home with a lovely slice of NY style thin-crust cheese pizza on the way.

Tonight all about typing in latest version of edits on the thesis.. it is getting very close now.. 16,343 words. Still a bit long even with huge chunks cut out in revision. I've kept each substantial re-write of the piece, so all the bits that are out.. descriptive style, social ironist, even country by country analysis… are all on the computer somewhere.

The lovely BAG is coming over tomorrow night and she is working on her final papers. This leads to my favorite kind of couple night - close proximity and occasional chatter, but not the relentless conversational navel-gazing that women like. Men are so much better at communicating things than women are. If a picture is worth a thousand words? A grunt is worth a thousand pictures.

Anyway, at some point I'll have to declare the writing done, get to the formatting, and then get to the turning in and publishing.

Oh yeah, also saw a nice bumper sticker. Just about two weeks ago I was talking with some co-workers about how you don't see the stupid "W" bumper stickers anymore (This is Big City, after all, not Bumbfuck Tejas). I laughed.

Suweeeeeeet!

Advisor just returned and also returned my thesis proposal. No substantive changes and a few nice catches to boot...

Now it's time to get the old afterburners fired up again and start writing this puppah!

This will be a bit complicated by the fact I will also be training to play Women's Softball (it's complicated, but requires no surgery or hormones) with an every-day regimen. Actually, I hope the two disciplines overlap....

off to ponder......