Sweeeeet!

The big girl's joint (which is NOT the title of a porno) has a new quick editing gig...

Tons of work.. few days...

perfect...

Dentistry in the Land of Tomorrow?

Maybe it was bloody smock on the dentist, or the fact that, as a sole concession to cleanliness, she turned the spit-stained gloves she was wearing inside out before examining me?

But I was nervous.

And the crusty pick with the head like the ball of a mace? The one she was trying to cram into my mouth?

Did not make me any calmer.

I woke up screaming..

Cool.. day to go to the dentist and it began with a dream like that.

As a bonus, I had a cold. Class went by quickly and then I slammed down two Nyquil as the idea of drowning in a pool of my own snot while some strange woman had two fists halfway into my larynx was not appealing. Well, it was kind of appealing, but I had the feeling the actual dentist would be dressed and probably not have ambiguous genitalia.

I hopped into the subway and headed for the wrong station.

This meant that the map I held in my sweaty palm was pretty useless. I finally figured out I needed to hop back on the subway and got to the right station. Here, the map made much more sense, and I ended up at the dentist’s office.

Which was AWESOME. Super new equipment, English speaking staff, and the dentist is the wife of a friend of mine.

Some technology I had not yet experienced. The X-ray was taken all at once with a rotary X-ray machine and then went straight to the monitor in front of the chair I was in. They also took photos inside the mouth of all my fillings. When it came time to test my bad tooth, I held a metal rod in my right hand while some cool gizmo shot electricity into my teefs. The bad tooth felt no shock, so the pulp (or something) was dead.

Dentist says, “root canal” and I start preparing (I was a Boy Scout, you see) to pee myself. She looks at the clock and says, “it will take about 20 minutes, can you wait?”

I’m quite happy with that and say yes. They also give me painkiller without using a needle. I’m not sure how that was done, but it was the first time it ever happened to me.

20 minutes later and the whole thing is done.

I walk out and make another appointment (for there is more to do). The receptionist quotes the bill..

Wha?!?!!?…. I heard “man…” something, something… Holy crap! “man” is 10,000 in Korean and my brain can’t assemble a number (in Korea) that starts with “man” that isn’t the price of a major appliance.

I get the bill and I’ve heard her properly, just not how little came after the “man.” The bill is 11,800 …. Pennies!!! Won!

I just had all of this work done for $10, US.

Amazing… fast, efficient, clean, painless, and unbelievably cheap.

US dental care is fucked up!

Off to the dentist

After some time away..

this could be wrenching... ^^

Late Updates...

Cuz Momz sed so!

Down about 4 kilos from my trip to the States..... not that, of course, you could see it yet.^^

Work continues to be good and the OTHER blog is blowing up because Shin Kyoung-sook is blowing up.

Also, got a really great gig with The Big Woman's Uni doing some editing...

Better than ALLLLLLz of that?

Spring may be here. Sure.. Yellow Dust destroying my lungs.. but man.. you can walk outside. ^^

LOLCATZ - LOLDOGZ, and the loathesome French...

little willy lyrics~sweet

Mr. Ed arrives sometime tomorrow.

And if you know Ed and know old rock?

You just switch "Eddie" into this song for "Willie".

I couldn't be happier..

Canadia in a nutshell (a highly appropriate place)

From the lads at Get Fuzzy:

AM Ajumma ATTACK!

Having slept like crap last night, I was still in bed at 9:50 AM when the Ajumma decided it was time for her annual inspection of the apartment. So, groggily, I hear some little bell ringing off in the distance and recognizing it is not my iPhone, I decide to ignore it.

Ignoration (one of my most honed skills) becomes useless when I hear a key in the lock and the door scraping open. Since I know The Lovely Wife is at her gainful employment, I also know it is the Ajumma. I crack open the bedroom door and croak out an "Ajumma" just as she is pealing out an "Ajumma" of her own - this is how she announces herself.

When she sees my tousled (but adorable!) head peeking out of the bedroom door and hears me saying "Just a minute," she flies into a panicked storm of high-pitched Korean. By the time I have my shirt and trousers on, she is gone.

Fortunately the house, while disheveled, is not that dirty. A quick 20 minute cleaning job and now it is ready for her sneak return which, I bet, will be a bit more sneaky now that she has been "caught," so to speak.

Still, it was good to have a chance to clean up TLW's detritus in the living room. The Ajumma would not have found much to be critical about, but she can cluck in disapproval like 30 divorcees drinking estrogen milkshakes. We can't have that.

Now the place is shining liking a diamond (but not too clean so she knows it's all fake), we should be in the clear.

Off to the coffee shop to do all these editing jobs that seem to have piled up over the weekend.

LOLCATZ - Beer Leg Cold Touch?

So I'm doing some editing for a big important University here.. it's actually for one of the Korean Chaebol.

As I'm working through the text I'm also checking the URLs they have in it, to make sure there have been no typos.

What do I discover?

I'm editing for a product I think I can get behind:


Sounds good to me!

Oh so very out of shape!

The lovely wife and I joined the gym today.... she's doing cardio (and I hope getting into a stretching class, since she's still kind of gimpy from that car crash a long time ago) and I'm doing cardio and some (embarrassingly light) weightlifting... Thank God my schedule means that I'm in the gym in relatively off hours. ^^

Instruction begins tomorrow, so its back to the kiddies. We got an extra day off today for the anniversary of the March First Movement.... flags everywhere on buildings and some stores closed...

Lazy afternoon at home, now, prepping for classes and writing my last set of book reviews for 10 Magazine..