Kim Jong Un is a DBag!

Herro!

First of all, sorry for the long delay. I've read all of your fan mail (more like hate mail now, those ear jokes were too much) and I understand that you are upset at my hiatus. I know, if I were in your shoes, I would miss my blog, too. Part of it is because I've been busy: intense social life, traveling, hiking, Hapkido (yes, I'm becoming a dangerous martial Artiste), and the occasional video game session. But, for a while I just couldn't get into as much.

I’ve been meaning to write more consistently, but every time I try to put something down I just stall out. The main reason, I think, is that I was trying to follow my old formula: silly narrative filled with crass examples. The problem is that Korea just doesn’t crack me up like it used to. So, as I try to find enough material to in my free time to chuckle about, I draw a blank.

Don’t get me wrong, Korea can still be a hoot. For example, I still laugh every time I see a man on a moped driving down the sidewalk tossing piles of “business cards” in shop doorways so passerby’s can see the deals at the local brothels (Relax, it’s advertising, not littering). That still gets a little giggle out of me. But most of the things that happen here that I initially found so entertaining - the fashion, the mannerisms, the commercials, and their reactions to my size, skin color, hairline, brow line (and I’m not even that bad, you should see some of the other Cro-Magnons I work with) , and facial hair – are more endearing than anything else now. They are what make Korea special. Also, they’re so commonplace that I don’t even notice them anymore. Like anyone being repeatedly exposed to the bizarre, I’ve become conditioned.

And, you know what, that’s ok with me.

I really enjoy being comfortable. I’ve got a good job, close friends, just enough money to pay bills and not stress, and the added perk of a looming war with our narcissistic nuclear neighbors to the north (can you say alliteration?). Life is good.

So, I think this blog may take a turn to normal-ville. Well. . . it’s ME we’re talking about, so “normal” might be a stretch, but more Bloggy in the general sense. I’ll still include the funny Asian moments when they arise, and my own personal interpretation of said acts, but I’m going more for routine. Something you can rely on when you think “Hey, I wonder how Chris is doing over there in Asia?” (I’m fine, by the way. Those North Korean shells didn’t even come close.) So yeah, stay tuned.