I haven't been writing much for a couple of reasons:
- Mance got Halo 4 and Resident Evil 6 so we've been meth'ing out on that. Does anybody else think it's funny that you kill white people in 1-3, Hispanics in 4, Africans (the Black kind) in 5, and Chinese in 6, but people got all uppity only at the 5th game? I do, white guilt is hilarious.
- The Halloween episode had some good, bad, and good but now becoming bad lasting consequences that have caused me to do complete 180 in regards to how I live. I haven't touched a weight in the last month and I've been binge eating every day. Winter camp looms around the corner and planning for that fucking sucks so I just play Starcraft 2 at work.
- My old Korean friends that I met through my ex-fb in college are moving to Geoje island to build ships for Daewoo, so I made some new ones that are much older. Allow me to introduce...their kids.
The story of how I met them isn't so interesting, but the short of it is, there's this Korean bar called intabyuu (why did you name your bar “Interview”) run by this GILF in my hood and I introduced myself to their curious eyes. One of them is a TKD instructor for half my students, so I've been meeting a bunch of parents and getting local street cred. We're all family now, they told me to call them hengnim or hyung, and they don't let me pay for shit.
I could tell you their names and shit, but we'll just call them Mario and Luigi. Watch the first Ajusshi Fight video and you'll see why. Being adopted by Mario and Luigi has been a great boon to my life here. Mario likes to brag about his cooking ability, and it is no joke.
He's cooked me a bunch of things, but the best so far has been tang su yuk, sweet and sour pork:
When we get fed this shit at lunch it's the most awful meat aside from hot dog, spam, or black sausage. It's reject meat with a gross pineapple syrup ladled over it. Then I had it at a Chinese restaurant with Mance and we both loved it.
But the stuff Mario cooked me? It wasn't even in the same realm. It's amazing, like I can't comprehend how his tang su yuk could possibly be so good. It makes the restaurant stuff taste like ass.
Luigi's got three sons, Mario has two. Their wives, and all their other MILF friends they've introduced me to are so incredibly slim, most of them being well underweight by American standards. It's been nice getting to know the parents of my students and future students, but I'm turning me into a local celebrity which might not be a good thing.
Other meta shit:
Busan Awesome had to remove my Deokcheon neighborhood review after ten hours because it was too offensive. Some readers sent some angry emails which he couldn't care less about (nice), but I managed to offend some of their loyal contributors which was a no-no. If anything it wasn't offensive enough. Oh well.