Wednesday,
13, 2002.
Currently Playing: Medal
of Honor
(an awesome WWII Saving Private Ryan kind of game,
but what's up with the tiny packaging box?)
Ye Old
Punke Rocke Days ... of "just regular"
Em.
Kickin' ass with good sense.
UNINSPIRED
I'm not sure why but whenever I get some time off, like this week for example, I just don't feel like updating this site.
Lately, I haven't felt much like anything. I've been pretty lazy as far as going to the gym for about 10 days now. No finished drawings for at least two months. Haven't touched any of my Korean books for longer than that even.
DAMAGE INC. times TWO
Up until Sunday, I hadn't even seen my cousins for the whole week. The oldest one actually came over Sunday, and the younger one followed later. We stayed up past midnight playing Tekken Tag.
Whenever my cousins come over, some amount of chaos or damage ensues.
First there was the time they froze and crashed my computer that first night with some free download.
Well they did it again, and now I know what it was. Their Kazaa free-download program. They tried to install it on my computer a second time.
"You'll never have to buy Korean music again," Long Round said.
But I LIKE buying and having Korean music.
Crash. Thankfully I used the same "safe mode -> system restore" trick to quickly get it off of my system again.
I also had about 20 pics of my newly born nephew's 100-day birthday, but my cousins actually deleted those too.
Then Amy accidentally backed into their car in our own driveway this weekend. (Not related to the erased-pictures incident in any way.) She's okay and our Liberty Jeep was untouched. We're going to pay for the damage of course.
SILLY NAMES
As far as my two sweet babies, Amy and our unborn Baby Boy, everything is going great. She feels great. I can't believe how soon the due date is approaching (May 14) and I am looking forward to seeing Baby Boy.
We still haven't gotten any furniture though or even a boy name yet. Amy was joking about the name "Takwan" which is some sort of yellow pickle.
I used to call Amy "Baby" or "Baps" or "Babbages" (can you see the progression of etymology there?). Now, sometimes I call her "Babies" because of her and Baby Boy.
I know you were dying to hear about all that. (She likes these nicknames by the way.)
ANGRY ASIAN GIRL IS A PANSY
One interesting pregnancy change in Amy is that she feels "less inhibited" now and more often speaks her mind ... without thinking about the consequences.
For instance, she was eating an onion bagel in the pre-op area at work, and a surgical nurse said,
"That bagel really smells."
To which my invulnerable all-baby Amy replied,
"That stanky perfume hand lotion you're using smells worse than this."
Yeah, don't mess with the Korean pregnant woman, beeyatch.
(On second thought, she was kind of like this before the pregnancy. Now she just has an excuse.)
BLAME THE BI BIM BOP
We also visited Amy's family in Ann Arbor this weekend. We went to Pinball Pete's where I once again used my exceptional espionage skills and spy-reflexes in the 1980s game SPY HUNTER.
We took that picture above in front of University Cafe where I first met Amy. Her family used to own it, but sold it to a mixed couple years ago. Their bi bim bop hasn't been the same since.
MY METABOLISM IS LIKE A JOHN WOO MOVIE
(that is, mostly in slow motion)Mostly I think I feel lousy because I feel fat and slow, to tell you the truth. Not going to the gym for 10 days while still eating at that heightened metabolic level adds a noticeable difference to how I feel and how I look (hits my midsection first). Yeah, yeah ... only girls are supposed to notice they're getting fat right? I swear, I have no idea how people who don't exercise can muster the energy to do anything.
M.D. = More Drama(mine)
On Thursday, I was seeing one of my own patients in the hospital, in his forties, who was having a great deal of trouble breathing and it was doubtful as to whether he was going to survive the next 24 hours. And you know what he says to me in between vomiting and his last gasps for air under his oxygen mask? He says,
"I'm ... sorry I ... got mad ... at you ... yesterday .... I don't want ... you to ... think ...."
I immediately told him none of that mattered now and to forget about it, or else he'd make me feel bad.
On Friday he was much better though.
But you know what is the most unbelievable thing about all this is. This stuff happens to me ten times more often than I can possibly write about it. And people think I actually make this shit up or dramatize it for this stupid waste-of-time journal. I don't even change the dialogue, much less the actual events. There I said it. Call the fucking lawyers for breach of confidentiality now.
LEGAL STUFF
Nice segue, eh?
As for that law suit awhile ago (the one where I actually had a several month role in making the Ungrateful Complaintant survive to see the outside world again), the last I heard was that The Empire sent a copy of the accusing document's to their lawyer-of-choice. That was a few months ago.
Reading through it, I can't see how it cannot be thrown out of court.
But then again, we're dealing with our legal system.
KOREAN STUFF
I don't feel like saying much else. I've watched some good (but sad) Korean movies though (with subtitles this time), like,
"Christmas In August" ... About a guy dying of cancer who falls in love with a girl, but doesn't want to tell her because, well, he's dying of cancer.
"Bungee Jumping On Their Own" ... About a young man and woman who promise their eternal love to each other. The girl dies (of course) and the man falls in love with her reincarnated soul years later ... in the body of a high school boy. This is probably Amy's favorite Korean movie now (sorry, no gay porn in it though).
"Il Mare" ... About two people who fall in live via a time-traveling mailbox (not email) who live in different years. They own the same dog though.
These sad Korean movies really get to me, in some way other movies haven't. The love seems more real yet more innocent. No gratuitous sex scenes or unrealistic lip-chewing tongue-devouring first kisses. In most cases, there is no sex or kissing in these movies.
PREVENTIVE MEDEA SIN
That's all. Just a little update. If I were more inspired, I'd try to tie all this together. You long time readers know what I'm talking about. That's where I use these actual events, and then use the creative part of my brain to see how they may be all interrelated in some giant metaphorical way to make my entry more interesting (to myself mostly).
(Like how playing a fighting game in survival mode is a nice metaphor for the dog-eat-dog greedy lying fucking world we have to live in each day. And I really was playing Dead or Alive 3 when the mailman gave us that attorney's letter).
But not this time. This isn't supposed to be a rant. Just some honest feelings at this point.
I requested this week off to restore, recharge, recupe and regroup, and I haven't yet. So that's my vacation goals as of this point :
Hit the gym (so that I have more energy and look/feel better),
draw/ink something (so that I can satisfy my creative side as well as my adoration of the opposite sex without threatening my marriage),
and study Korean language book again (so I can mesh with that half of myself where I still feel like a lost ghost in).
But I'll probably start by playing my new WWII game and snipe me some evil Nazi snipers before they snipe me first. (The unexplored metaphor here would have been "Evil Nazi snipers = negative feelings about self," or something to that effect.)
APPENDIX
(not infected please)I just got a postcard from "a stalker on the other side of the planet" (her words).
Maybe this journal thing isn't such a waste of time afterall. :-)
