I've been frittering away the last month, doing what I normally do: say hello and goodbye to visiting friends, hold down two jobs, geek out, throw parties in the name of France, and mainly contemplating the next chapter in my life. I've also discovered that I enjoy cooking although my only attempts so far have been making enchiladas and yellow curry. Success so far. So far.
Despite my detest of the Korean language, only because it sounds horrid like Vietnamese, I want to live in Seoul. I was there for a day or two way back when, yet it was enough to pique my longing for a place to call home far from the States. Well, there or I could live like a rock star in Vietnam a la Di right now. Still, the idea of life as an expat, not too enticing.
Comic Con's this weekend. I plan to kill Sylar and shake hands with Joss Whedon. Not necessarily in that order, but we'll see what the itinerary is when I get a lay of the land.
Now to brood on some things..
..Korean or Vietnamese, which do I dislike hearing more?
..Joss Whedon or Conor Oberst, who would I save in a fire?
..do you really need a blow torch to make Creme Brulee?
..is my flan firm and eatable now?
..how much of the Internet is really porn? At least 80 percent?
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