HOMELY PLANET

After many bad luck interventions and malignant acts of God, I finally have the internet in my home again. I picked up a decent computer from a friend who is leaving the country, along with a massive flatscreen monitor that was worth the uber-low price alone. So I'm back in the saddle. No longer will I just bang out missives from the safety of my office at work. I can once again stagger to the keyboard at 4 a.m. with a half-finished bottle of soju and bare my soul, charming the panties off of my female readers, inspiring the masses, and infuriating the odd no-life haters that are attracted to this here silly blog like moths to a flame.

Ah. I feel like Superman taking to the sky after the Kryptonite necklace has been removed...

Today is a beautiful morning, if you don't count the film of smog and dust lingering in the sky like pedophiles outside of a Hannah Montana concert. I'm drinking a cup of Batdorf and Bronson coffee (Olympia's best) and listening to a Woody Guthrie compilation (America's best). In a few minutes I go to meet the girlfriend for an overnight trip to Namhae, an island a couple of hours away from here, where we shall walk the seaside, eat raw fish, climb a small mountain, and hopefully breathe in some fresh-ish air.

And did I mention that it suddenly got HOT?