Thursday, July 31, 2025

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an oldie but a goodie



What's happening with this? Anything? Or just more complaints with no followup?


Why the British punctuation for an American (comma outside of quotation marks)? Was the above quoted by a Brit? Or by an American illiterate? I've said it before: UK punctuation is fine for Brits, but it's wrong for Americans. Don't use it unless you're a Yank who's trying to be affected and pretentious.

She's no conservative, that's for sure. And another in a long line of crazy Alaskan bitches.







There's lots we haven't figured out. Probably intentionally.

fan-film recommendations and a fan film








now that it's been out for a few days...

It might be worth it to see the four Fantastic Four movies as a back-to-back marathon once this one comes out on home video. I'm sure as hell not going to see this one in the theater. I also assume that I'd be hate-watching all four movies.




Max Miller and the feeding of the robber barons




since I have free time...

One of the things I've wanted to do is visit the Sewol Ferry memorial, commemorating the April 16, 2014 disaster in which a Korean ferry, the Sewol (officially, the MV Sewol), sank after being improperly loaded. But where is the official memorial?

While the vessel was sinking, PA announcements—to passengers who were mostly high-school students—told people not to go anywhere. Most of the students obeyed when they should have ignored the instructions and left the boat. There was also a false report, at the time, that all the passengers had been rescued. It later came out that the cowardly captain of the ferry was among the first to abandon ship; he did nothing to help the drowning kids. 304 people, out of 476 aboard, lost their lives. Of those, 250 were students from Danwon High School; 11 were teachers from the same school; 33 were general passengers; 10 were crew. On top of those 304 from the ship, 2 rescue divers and 5 emergency workers also lost their lives.

Various online references suggest that Sewol memorials, most only semi-permanent, sprung up all over South Korea (including in Gwanghwamun, Seoul), but so far, there is no large, permanent memorial. This article from 2022 suggests that "disputes and resistance" have impeded the completion of a Sewol memorial by Paengmok Harbor on the southwestern tip of the peninsula. Near Danwon High School (in Ansan, southeast of Incheon, not far from an inlet), however, there is a memorial exhibition hall. ChatGPT contributed this:

Yes — there is a permanent Sewol memorial, though it's not yet accessible in the way most visitors would expect.

    • A National Maritime Safety Center building opened near Paengmok Harbor in Jindo County in late 2023. It includes a large sculpture commemorating the 304 tragedy victims, located about 500 m from Paengmok Port where families had gathered during the disaster Wikipedia+8Korea Joongang Daily+8Korea Joongang Daily+8.
    • However, the broader vision—commonly called a “life‑safety memorial park” or preserving the actual hull—has not been completed. The construction has been delayed by funding issues and local opposition, and families are still campaigning for full realization of the project jben.kr.
    • So while the building and sculpture exist, the full-size permanent memorial planned by the sea (with the ferry hull and park) remains unfinished.

So should I go to the exhibit near the high school and leave some flowers? Or should I visit Paengmok Harbor? Or both?


Special Forces in crisis?

Reacting to a good and controversial video:




a hairy flight simulation




cherry clafoutis with Chef Jean-Pierre

Eating this would probably kill me. But it looks awesome.




next phase

I've done a lot of video-watching (Skillshare... but there's a lot more to do, especially regarding my new camera) and site-setup up to now, so the time has come to move into the next phase: content generation. My assumption, at this point, is that I can't rely on my former boss to have a startup ready to go in a timely manner, so per the song, I'm doing it my way. I now have Substack publications that are ready to be subdivided and populated with content; I've got a Shopify store that needs more than one item in it; I've got an Amazon store where I can sell more ebook material than my one little booklet. So now, it's just a matter of putting in content everywhere. Per what I wrote in my little book (and this is not my idea, but one I stole), I therefore need SMART goals to get through personal and work goals in August: specific, measurable, achievable, relevant, and time-based.

So hold me to this: by the end of August—

  1. (personal goal) I'll be down to 105 kg. (I realize that that's not "down" for most of you.)
  2. (personal goal) My A1c will be at 6.2 or below. It's at 6.8 right now, down from a shameful 7.3 at my last hospital visit.
  3. (Substack) I'll have populated my regular paid Substack with part-of-speech content.
  4. (Substack) I'll have prepped a month's worth of free content (grammatical critique of memes, poor online English, and poor English from my favorite novels) for my regular paid Substack.
  5. (Substack) I'll have prepped all of my comma posts for my Dirty Grammar paid Substack (paid subscriptions only! this one is R-rated).
  6. (Shopify) I'll have at least one more item to sell on Shopify, even if it's just a single original painting sold to only one person. (My own personal Etsy.)

Meanwhile, starting in August, my scheduled posts on this blog will roll out every day until the 31st (as they've been doing), and I'll intersperse those posts with original content. After August, things will be a lot quieter as I switch almost entirely to original content. And come late September, I can start lengthy outdoor walks again, so you can expect me to write more about that. This summer, I've mostly been trapped inside with my stepper, but I might step out tonight before bed.

Enjoy your final day of July. Time flies, doesn't it?


AI does "A Game of Thrones"




classy

Having class isn't just about being polite. Any insincere fool can fake that. True classiness combines politeness, refinement, sophistication, and a benevolent disposition not prone to loud conflict (or loudness at all). The video below explores the "classy" personality.

Trait #1 in the video is one I can relate to: use people's names correctly. I know a few people who call me "Kev"—a nickname I hate—despite my never having invited them to do so. They just started doing it, somehow thinking that would be okay. Every time they do, it feels like what it is: a rude, crass breach of etiquette. Should I call such people "Shiteater" or "Scrotelicker" in return? #3 is a huge problem in Korea: people who say they're going to do something, then fail to follow through. This undercuts trustworthiness and makes a person look like garbage. If you've honestly forgotten something, feel bad about it, and do something to make up for it, that's one thing. But if you fail to follow through after saying you're going to do something—whether you've formally promised to do it or not—you are now on my shit list. Oh, yeah: I admit I'm guilty of a few of the sins on the complete list. I lack class, too.


a dose of reality for the wild-eyed greenies

No, the islands aren't all sinking. The reason why is complex.




Lauren the Mortician talks about the Titan implosion

It happened quicker than anyone could realize it was happening, so that's a mercy. But that's nature's instantaneous way of repaying stupidity.




the lethality of homemade broadheads




genre bias caused by apathy?

Apparently, many voting members of the Motion Picture Academy don't even bother to watch the films they're voting for (or not voting for). This lack of watching may have contributed to long-standing genre bias (e.g., against comedies, horror movies, sci-fi, etc.). How can this negligence be allowed?




sticky toffee pudding

This pudding got a mention in that earlier video about fake-sounding British food.




"farmyard rat splatter"

These videos are actually pretty bloodless.




would you try these vegan "pulled shroom" tacos?

I like Will Yeung's videos. His background is in videography, then he became an internet cook, and he's been able to apply his video-making skills to showing off his vegetarian cooking. Great recipes, great camera work, and he doesn't try to make everything look and taste like meat (although this particular dish is supposed to be a vegan answer to pulled pork). He's also published a slew of vegetarian cookbooks. I wish him nothing but success.




yet more suicide by cop

I'd ask why so many people choose to exit our plane of existence in this way, but I'm sure that the answer, in most cases, is that they're not in their right minds. So the next question is: why is it that people not in their right minds choose self-deletion in this way?




Wednesday, July 30, 2025

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feels like a McCrareyism










the long, long, long goodbye




Ottawa's spoiler move: "pre-referendum disarmament"

Ottawa decides to rewrite law to disarm Alberta citizens who want a referendum about separating from Canada. Why am I not surprised? And Europeans don't get the American love of the Second Amendment. Wake up, Europe! Wake up, Canada!

There's no Second Amendment here in Korea, either, so if the government decides to oppress us even worse than it did during COVID, we're pretty much fucked. In South Korea, it's possible to own guns, but they have to be stored at the local police station. Great. Home defense, right?

ADDENDUM—random stats from Google AI:

Rate of US gun ownership: 120.5 guns per 100 people.
US gun-death rate: 12 deaths per 100,000 people. (0.00012)
Rate of Swiss gun ownership: 27.5 guns per 100 people.
Swiss gun-death rate: 7 deaths per 100,000 people. (0.00007)

What's up with that, Switzerland? 23% of the per capita gun-ownership rate of the US but 58% of the per capita gun-death rate? Explain, please.


toilet guy just left

The pipe/plumbing guy paid me a visit, and he just left. The two problems I was dealing with were (1) a moldy smell coming from the toilet, which led me to think there might be a leak underneath the porcelain; and (2) my shaky toilet tank, which I'd leaned into while having a coughing fit: I'd felt something break (when you're a big guy, you end up breaking everything around you), and the toilet tank, which I normally never touch when I'm on the throne, was now able to tilt in all sorts of different directions. The toilet guy's "solutions" to these problems weren't exactly satisfactory, so I might be on my own.

First, the matter of the smell: the guy opened up my shower drain instead of looking at the toilet, and he told me he'd found some foreign matter in there (이물질/imuljil), and that now, there was no more smell. I'm not totally convinced. I think the smell is emanating from under the toilet bowl, and I'm worried that a leak might be slowly soaking and weakening the concrete beneath the bowl. Second, the matter of the toilet tank: the guy told me that there's no real break of any seal or valve, and thus no leak despite the tank's tilting: what did break was a plastic wingnut-and-bolt pairing, so I need to get a new one. He said he wouldn't be doing that, but that I could speak with my real-estate office. I think, if it's just a wingnut and a bolt, all I really need to do is buy the part myself and reinstall the broken part. So maybe, I'll be off to Euljiro tomorrow, or I'll look on Coupang tonight to see about ordering the necessary pieces. I'll need to find this toilet's model first, though. Yay.

If the guy's right (and he struck me as a bit mentally slow, or at least possessed of a speech impediment that made him slur), there's not much to worry about. But we'll see. I don't think this is over, and I'm worried the leak, maybe from a deformed wax seal, will eventually end up pouring water into my downstairs neighbor's place, which will be bad for all of us.

Righto—gotta look up my terlit's model and then look at Coupang.

UPDATE: I have a brand name, and I think I've found some parts.


Joshua Weissman: re-creating cartoon food




"The Good Shepherd": review

Angelina Jolie as Clover; Matt Damon as the inscrutable Ed Wilson

[WARNING: spoilers.]

2006's "The Good Shepherd" was a film that totally slipped under my radar until my buddy Mike suggested I give it a watch. It was directed by none other than Robert De Niro, and it stars a huge ensemble cast of big names, all looking younger, and many of which you'll recognize: Matt Damon, Angelina Jolie, Robert De Niro, Alec Baldwin, William Hurt, Joe Pesci, John Turturro, Billy Crudup, Tammy Blanchard, Michael Gambon, Timothy Hutton, John Sessions, Keir Dullea (David Bowman in "2001" and "2010"), Martina Gedeck, Gabriel Macht, Lee Pace, Eddie Redmayne, Tommy Nelson, Mark Ivanir, Oleg Stefan, and Liya Kebede. By focusing on one person, Edward Wilson (Damon), the film tells the story of the beginnings of American international counterintelligence, i.e., the CIA. Edward Wilson is based on two real-life people: James Jesus Angleton and Richard Bissell. Because director De Niro and screenwriter Eric Roth took so many liberties with actual history (there's much in the story that the CIA's own historians dispute), the film shouldn't be taken as a serious attempt at history but more as a fable with a moral message consistent with De Niro's leftism.

The story skips back and forth between the 1930s/40s and the 1960s, chronicling America's movement toward and entry into World War II, the disastrous 1961 Bay of Pigs operation that took place on John F. Kennedy's watch, and the Cold War tensions that arose between the United States and the Soviet Union. Through a nonlinear narrative, we watch Edward Wilson—a stoic, unexpressive young man with an ear for poetry, an eye for detail, flexible morals when it comes to human relationships, and a probable love of country (hence the film's title)—rise from his college years in the secretive Skull and Bones fraternity to prominence in the counterintelligence community. He see Edward's relationship with the deaf Laura (Blanchard), which deteriorates when he meets Margaret "Clover" Russell (Jolie), who aggressively seduces Edward and gets pregnant, prompting Edward to drop Laura and marry Clover. Having earlier expressed openness to the idea of working counterintelligence, Edward is immediately called overseas to England; there, he meets a former Yale poetry professor named Fredericks (Gambon), whom Edward had at first thought was a Nazi sympathizer. Edward discovers that Fredericks, who had seemed creepily homosexual at first, is in fact a veteran British counterintelligence asset on the verge of leaving the business but not quite ready to do so. Another British agent, Arch Cummings (Crudup), warns that Fredericks is in fact homosexual, and his various libertine dalliances may have resulted in the leaking of information. Fredericks warns Edward to leave the business while he still has a soul; the old professor is assassinated not long after. Meanwhile, Edward has been away from his sickly, nervous son Edward Jr. for several years (Nelson, then Redmayne). Edward Jr. is the product of a loveless union between Margaret and Edward; he grows up wanting to please both of his parents, and he eventually expresses a desire to join counterintelligence like his father. It is heavily implied that the Bay of Pigs operation (to overthrow Castro) became known to the Soviets when Edward Jr. talked about it to his lover Miriam (Kebede), a French-speaking Soviet asset who, despite truly falling in love with Edward Jr., is eventually considered too dangerous and is killed—thrown out of a plane before her marriage to Edward Jr.—on Edward Sr.'s  orders. Edward Sr. also has to contend with double agents, shady FBI guys (Baldwin), and his Russian counterpart codenamed "Ulysses" (Stefan), who is apparently obsessed with Edward—or who at least seems to think of Edward as one of his few close friends.

The film's tone is subdued, murky, and quiet. The pacing is slow and deliberate, a slow burn reminiscent of espionage movies like "Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy." The narrative moves back and forth among the 30s, the 60s, and the 40s, with the characters seemingly changing not at all in appearance (the clues to which decade you're in come from title cards, clothing styles, architecture, and historical events; some time-transitions are obvious while others are subtle and sudden). The overall effect is that of a morally muddled pastiche, which I'm sure was De Niro's aim. He wants to show how dirty the counterintelligence business is, and how even one's own son can become an intelligence liability, inadvertently (or purposely?!) compromising important operations as superpowers jostle for advantage. In one telling scene, a Russian appears, claiming to be Valentin Mironov, but the Americans are already working with a man claiming to be Mironov, so this new Russian is beaten, waterboarded, and drugged with LSD to force him to confess his true name. When he doesn't do so but instead insists he is Mironov before throwing himself out of a window, Edward has the sickening realization that the Mironov he thought he knew has been a double this entire time. Of course, none of this is personal; it's all merely part of the Great Game being played by the US and the USSR.

Casting so many diverse actors made for some interesting, and not always successful, dynamics. One of the film's weirder twists was the casting of veddy English Eddie Redmayne as the American Edward Wilson Jr. while casting the Amurrican Billy Crudup as the markedly British Archibald Cummings, who turns out to be in league with the fake Valentin Mironov mentioned earlier. I didn't read any complaints about Redmayne's generically American accent, but I saw a lot of online talk from the English section of cyberspace about how awful Billy Crudup's British accent was—horrific and distractingly awful according to some. I don't have an ear for such things, but I had a suspicion about Crudup since most Brits will often complain about most Americans' British accents in movies (Peter Sarsgaard in "An Education" apparently fared better, although his accent wasn't perfect, either). Angelina Jolie was also an interesting casting choice. I'm not sure her character, Margaret/Clover, really worked for me. I don't really blame Jolie, who is a talented actress, as much as I blame De Niro for his directorial choices. When we first meet Clover at a posh Skull and Bones gathering, she locks eyes with Edward (who is currently seeing the deaf Laura), and by the end of the evening, she's ridden him like a horse and, as it turns out later, gotten herself pregnant, thus forcing Edward to "do the right thing" and marry her. Edward is immediately called away for duty, and both he and Clover end up having affairs. By the time they meet again, Margaret (who no longer uses the nickname Clover) is a different woman—calmer, sadder, more sedate, and desirous of moving out west to be with her mother. Edward, meanwhile, remains as closed as ever—an asset in his chosen field but the kiss of death for a marriage that ideally should have been founded on love, not a fearful sense of duty and propriety.

If anything, the evolution of Edward's relationship with his wife and son is probably the best and easiest way to track the film's story over time. I assume De Niro and Roth crafted this nonlinear narrative as a way of showing the brokenness of lives lived in the midst of silence and evasiveness instead of openness and truth. Spycraft might be a necessary evil, but it's definitely evil in how it ruins lives. Damon's performance as Edward Wilson requires him to be silent most of the time, avoiding eye contact not out of timidity, but out of a desire never to expose his true feelings. This allows other people around him to project their own thoughts and desires onto him as if he were a sort of blank canvas. I think when Laura first falls for Edward, she sees something in him that doesn't actually exist, and the same goes doubly for Margaret, who thinks she's falling for someone noble and stoic when, in fact, she's falling for someone who's squirrelly and secretive—a true spy. A German interpreter who turns out to be a Soviet double agent (Gedeck) may also have made the same mistake. Edward has her killed.

Overall, I'm not sure how much I liked "The Good Shepherd." The one point of suspense for me came when it was discovered that Edward's son, Edward Jr., has given the Soviets the date and location of the Bay of Pigs operation. Edward Sr. has a choice at that point, according to his Soviet counterpart Ulysses: side with his son to protect him or side with his country. I could see Edward's decision coming from a mile away because the film's title is "The Good Shepherd": of course someone like Edward will choose his country over his son. He's a quiet version of Jack Bauer, more concerned about the greater good than about those closest to him.

For fans of slow-paced spy thrillers and fans of on-the-nose didactic messages about the corrosive effects of counterintelligence on the human soul, I can cautiously recommend "The Good Shepherd" as a fairly intelligent, if somewhat tonally awkward and frequently preachy, movie to watch. For everyone else, though, this was a slow-paced, occasionally predictable film that held me at an emotional distance and didn't evoke strong emotions in me, partly because of the fractured-narrative approach and partly because the movie's underlying message was all too obvious. I can't honestly recommend this film, but it was nevertheless educational to watch something directed by Robert De Niro. Sorry, Mike.


America's best and brightest

Yes, this has been heavily edited to show off only the "dumbest" students. Yes, this is an unscientific way to go about showing the low general intelligence of a US campus population. All that said, these people do exist, and they're not faking how little education they've retained despite, in most cases, being actual college students. Even if we take editing, etc., into account, though, it's still amazing to know such people exist. And it's funny how the ones who proclaim they're smart turn out to be the dumbest of the bunch.

There does seem to be an attempt by the quiz guy to affirm the rule of "The bigger the tits, the smaller the brain." Do you agree? I can imagine arguments in favor of that thesis: "exaggerated sexual traits = little need to exercise/develop one's own intelligence," etc.


not that much more expensive

I got my SKT plan changed over (my phone is on SKT; my studio's internet is a Daecheong-specific KT service, which is different). Luckily, there was a new SK Telecom store close to Daechi Station Intersection; I had thought I would have to walk a bit farther to reach the office I knew about. With this new branch right at the intersection, there was no walk at all. Nice. 

My worry, though, was whether this place merely sold phones and accessories, with no option to consult about plans, so I asked an employee, telling him I wanted to change my plan over to unlimited data. He told me to sit down, then he laid out the two options I had: (1) "wholly unlimited" or (2) "general." Wholly unlimited, which I'd seen when researching this problem online, would be W89,000 a month, almost W40,000/month more (i.e., about 60% more) than what I currently pay on the plan I've had since 2013. The general plan, though, wasn't truly unlimited: it was around 12 GB per month (much more than I use, even with my YouTube addiction*) and had a scaled-down rate of only W69,000/month. So I picked that.

Were I to addictively watch hours of YouTube per day, I could conceivably hit my 12GB limit well before a given month is over, but based on the 15 GB, 90-day GlocalMe data plan I'd gotten just before traveling to the States earlier this year, it would take me a long, long time to use up even 10 GB. So I think I'm going to be fine with 12 GB per month.

So for just a little more money, I'm now good. I'd still like to solve the basic problem of why my computer's WiFi-sharing function crapped out to begin with. When I try it now, my phone says, "Connected without internet," which is useless to me. What is even the point?

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*At my place, I'll watch YouTube in bed, but normally, I'm using my computer's WiFi-sharing function to do so, so it's not a drain on data. Out of my building, I never watch YouTube unless I'm sure I'm in a WiFi zone (and I always have my VPN on these days to prevent snooping and information-theft), so for the most part, my YouTube addiction is mitigated by WiFi.


2 from the Crew






Corridor Crew and satisfying videos (#7)




taking the punch




future plans crystallizing

I've scheduled blog posts through the end of August, so if I die before then, you'll have to put up with an embarrassing period during which the blog continues to generate posts. In consideration of that, I hope to have something I can stick in my wallet in case I'm found face-down and rotting in my own shit somewhere—a list of contacts who will need to know I'm gone, and who might need to know what to do. I'd like to be able to fit everything onto a single, printed card, but that might not be possible. I have an idea, though: lay out everything that needs to be said in a series of email drafts, then make a card telling how to access my email after I'm gone. Someone's going to have to cancel a lot of subscriptions.

Meanwhile, I try to live. Later today, I need to call my building's plumbing service to take a look at my toilet again: I can smell the wet, dank odor of musty concrete and tile, probably from a leak around the toilet's wax ring. (My own tube of sealant, bought a couple years ago, is long past its use-by date.) And I also wanted to talk, in this post, about some ideas I have for my online presence. Let's start with axioms.

First axiom: no more unoriginal content (i.e., pass-alongs where I just plug in other people's material and call it a day). This, all by itself, is going to institute a radical change in blogging content. So starting on September 1 (God, I can't wait to get through August... fuck this heat), there will be no more YouTube videos unless there's a lengthy reaction written beneath (as is already the case with some of the videos I put up). It also means no more memes unless I add my own content to them, like reactions to the awful quality of the English and explanations of how to do better. In fact, that sort of content will likely end up on one of my Substack pages, especially now that I'm aware you can divide a single Substack publication into "sections." It also means that this blog will continue (just as I will continue doing my walk blogs on Blogspot since I have something of a system in place now), but I'll no longer feel obliged to put out five to ten posts a day. My core audience is only five semi-faithful readers who comment only occasionally; they're the ones I serve.

Second axiom: most of my free content will remain on this blog. Yes, I've decided the most practical thing to do is simply to keep this blog. There is simply no need to create a free-content Substack page to accommodate new material—aside from certain language- or teaching-related content that I make to satisfy my non-paying subscribers. It'll be a relief, I think, no longer to write about politics which, based on a glance at my archives, I've been writing about since 2004, back when I was more of a naively true centrist and hadn't yet figured out that true centrism just means a lack of real principles. Events like the Iraq War and Trump's election—not to mention the left's plunge into insanity—pushed me more explicitly rightward, and I'm not ashamed to talk about where I stand anymore. Haven't been for years. I do still think I'm at the edges of centrism, though: as righties go, I'm fairly moderate, and I've documented my views and their evolution here for all to see and judge. Anyway, no more politics, no more mere slapping-up of YouTube videos without comment, and no more quoting news articles without adding thoughts and reactions of my own.

What's going on with Substack? I now have only two Substack publications, both devoted to language (mostly grammar), and both of which are going to end up subdivided into sections like free content, text, and video. The free content will be mainly things that I can't monetize because they're copyrighted, e.g., reactions to the poor English in memes (copyrighted) and/or egregious mistakes that I see online in news articles (also copyrighted), other people's blog posts (technically copyrighted), etc. The first Substack remains bighominid.substack.com; the second, a more intense, nasty/naughty version of the first (with a steeper subscription rate to screen out the faint of heart), can be found at dirtygrammar.substack.com. Neither of these sites has any content yet, so do wait for my announcement that I've added content (and created apps) before you decide to subscribe.

As for my Shopify store, that can be found at the domain I bought—bighominid.net. If I get more code-savvy, I might use bighominid.net for more things. We'll see. Meanwhile, the Shopify store will eventually end up loaded up with various types of physical merchandise—dead-tree versions of books (ebooks will be available via Amazon), various works of art (painting, sculpture, etc.—the trick to making Shopify like Etsy is to list unique works as having only 1 item in stock. That way, there's no danger of more than one person buying the item. (I do have to make sure that the "keep selling even if out of stock" option is turned off, though! I have the option turned on for the one item currently on sale in the store; I'll have to be mindful of that option for the next items I slap up.) Expect various other hard copies of books to appear in the store: the newest edition of Water from a Skull, the return of my old filthy-humor book Scary Spasms in Hairy Chasms (whence this blog's title), the sequel to that humor book (probably Scarier Spasms in Hairier Chasms), a possible followup to my homeschooling book (already linked to above) detailing the how and why of curriculum and and lesson planning (no title as of yet), a second edition of the homeschooling book with some added remarks, and eventually, an autobiographical account of my various walks across Korea from 2017 to now. Will I be still be alive by the end of this? Frankly: probably not. But this gives me something to work toward, to look forward to.

So that's an update on where my head is at the moment. My computer is no longer serving as a decent WiFi hotspot for some reason, so I'm using this as an excuse to go out and change my phone's policy to unlimited data—something I should've one years ago. This means no more needing to bring along my portable WiFi hotspot (which uses LTE, so I have to buy expensive packets of data for it), and no more relying on my computer for phone WiFi when I'm in my place. I look forward to the lifting of this burden even though it means a more expensive phone bill every month. Oh, and in a few days, I can pick up my new F4 visa.


shawarma, no! Lebanese grilled-chicken sandwich, yes!

So says Andong, anyway.




Net wisdom: what your VPN can and can't do




Chef Andy does BBQ




Colion Noir and the good guy with a gun




Konstantin Kisin on whether Islam is truly a religion of peace

The immigration debate in the UK isn't about race or nationality: it's about culture and religion, especially when those things are incompatible with the host culture.




"Olympians Attempt the Marine Combat Fitness Test"




Inga does ramyeon

I sent this to my buddy Mike a while back since he and his son love ramyeon.




filming a suppressor in slo-mo

This is Ballistic High-Speed, not The Slow Mo Guys.




Net wisdom: watch out for fake Captchas




Max Miller and Mulligan "hobo" stew




Tuesday, July 29, 2025

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To be clear: I don't care if you catch Republicans, too. I doubt it's just Dems.














what a claymore mine can do to you




Corridor Crew again geeks out with Adam Savage




when the old pickup you purchased needs help




remember the re-release of "Revenge of the Sith"?

Here's an old by the Drinker on the re-release of "Revenge of the Sith":




Dave Cullen on AI and copyright




hair-plucking self-torture with The Slow Mo Guys




the universe is paradoxical




another frustrating watch as Jordan Peterson interacts with more stupidity

Ah, the life of a public intellectual in the English-speaking world.

As a commenter wrote:

> Horribly misquote someone
> Get called out
> Immediately pivot and do it again
Why are people like this?


please read the rules before commenting

Every now and again, I have to put up an announcement because someone has left a comment under the name "Unknown" or "Anonymous." The long-standing rule here has always been No anonymous comments. Take responsibility for what you say. I just deleted a comment labeled "Unknown" despite the fact that that comment seemed almost friendly (if a little astonished). But that's the rule: friendly or not, if you haven't signed your comment, I'm not putting it up. Next time you want to leave your thoughts, look right above the comment window and read my comments policy. If you're having trouble with the commenting software, just sign your name, nickname, or screen name inside the comment you write. I do publish comments labeled "Unknown" or "Anonymous" if they've been signed.

It's not rocket science, folks. Please read the comments policy.


oh, those zinc-y little zinc batteries




Pegg and Pom versus British and French food

This looks to have been fun.




are the bots finally leaving?

As I decide on what this blog's fate will be, I've noticed a huge drop-off in bot visits. No longer receiving tens of thousands of visits per day (this was still a record-breaking month with over 1.5 million visits, compared to 1.4 million the previous month—not that that means anything), the blog looks as though it might die a quiet death in August. So the bots are like anti-vultures, leaving the prey as it's dying. Well, good. Because as I've been thinking over what to do, I've come to some tentative conclusions. More later.


heart vs. head, but literally

In my body, I suspect that everything is hurting everything.




time traveling while not MacGyver




news of the weird




that's a lot of anger

More suicide by cop.




dead body and spaffy tucker




Paul Chato on YouTube and ambition




Shopify update

My product page for the hard-copy version of my little book is now complete. I feel bad for people in the States who want to buy from me: the book, which ships from my place in Seoul, is only W9,600 (about $6.92 currently), but shipping via EMS/air to the US is W29,000 or $20.90 (Korea's ePost site confirms this), and shipping via sea mail is still expensive at about W12,000/$8.65—in both cases, shipping is more than the book itself. If you're in Korea, it's a flat W5,000, which is expensive but not too horrible (and there is no media mail here). But the hard-copy book I'm selling is of higher quality than the print-on-demand crap you'd get from Amazon (I nixed that product, anyway; at Amazon, it's only the ebook now).

Over the coming months, I'll be adding more and more products. I can use Shopify like Etsy, too, to sell artwork, etc., so check back often.


Monday, July 28, 2025

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No excuse not to learn another two languages, you lazy bastard.




Hmmm... I may have put this one up before.


Leave the pedos alone! They're minor-attracted people!


I'm a fuckin' fossil.