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We’ve already gone here and there together, but 老婆 insists this was our official honeymoon. Lets me bring up my life-long interest in the origin of the word, at least ever since seeing a Korean club with the name in Houston—which I look back now and would describe as seedy, probably a front for prostitution—and making the odd connection with the French word “miel”; this would include

蜜月 (mìyuè)
みつげつ (mitsugetsu) and the aforementioned
밀월 (milwol)

Etymology suggests a Proto-Indo-European heritage for the word “honey”. Amazing how small the world was back when it didn’t take a ten-hour flight between continents with Virgin’s impressive video library.

She’s put most of the rest on Facebook, but I’ve learned my lesson from Textamerica and am not about to trust my online immortality with the latest fad. SOL, of course, if WordPress doesn’t save to standalone HTML like Movable Type.

…That’s my theory, anyway. I put it together after watching 바람의 파이터 (which come on, wasn’t as nationalistic as they claim) about 在日韓国人の大山倍達, né 최영의, and guessed that the boys at Capcom must’ve had 「空手ばか一代」 on the mind when designing their country’s representative—who was E. Honda; just watch his victory celebration. Although maybe the look came later. Their new movie appears to be further proof that mankind is incapable of learning from its mistakes and moving forward, at least on a scale visible to us with lifespans measured only in decades. So last night I had a dream I was also a bad-ass martial artist taking on all-comers. Me and House teamed up to solve super-crimes. Oh, and Alvin deserves special recognition for getting us the Season 4 DVD’s.

I hold the current household record, but do I really want to?

…Should look something like this wallet card:

No question, I was more pleased that the SmartJoy PS2-to-USB adapter kicked in on the PlayStation 3 than seeing Super Street Fighter II Turbo redrawn in “HD”, because, if the same drivers are used, it stands to reason that the SNES version will allow the original, cross-padded Fighting Commander. A pause, to wipe the tear from my eye, for no adapter before this made it possible for every generation of the game since, and believe me, I’ve tried them all, even ones that required chaining through Saturns and Dreamcasts. Now if only state-of-the-art consoles fired up like the cartridge-based ROM machines of the past.

The Chaser left 老婆 looking like Jimmy after his trip through the abattoir, and this time it was my turn. Writer/director 곽재용 was subtle (if not imaginatively credited by fans) with his time-travelling in 엽기적인 그녀, but here his violations of canonical paradoxes are anything but: either each builds upon the other and the storytelling’s brilliant, or he’s just saying fuck you, nothing’s getting in its way.

While the Prop 8 fight moves to the courtroom phase like in the last half of SVU, this story‘s made the rounds, but I’m not in the least inclined to accept it as evidence of the slippery slope. No, something else fantastic—dare I say romantic—struck me after I tracked down the original petition and read his first line: もはや、僕たちは三次元には興味がありません。 I mean, anyone can threaten to expatriate, but renouncing your dimension? Most likely this is merely desperate prurience, so it’s unfortunate that I’m only imagining Flatland-ish anthropological relevance from a faceless member of society without the wherewithal of a Grant Morrison to realize himself.

I can so see this thing being adapted into a sex toy—you wouldn’t even have to make the hole any bigger for them, zing!

I took to the back streets this morning, instead of running up to the park, and tallied 3-to-1 McCain signs, and gave up counting all the ones for Prop 8. (I don’t even know what a No-on-8 looks like.) Sorry, 老婆, but I’d rather not have a single-tract suburban home if it’s surrounded by assholes like these. So fucking what if kids are told that men can marry men and women women, it’s not like the subject of interracial marriage ever came up while I was in school in the decade following Loving. I will admit to freaking out, though in a good way, when I first saw that Japanese King Kong movie where the non-Nick Adams guy from Monster Zero ends up holding the luscious blonde. Amazon Wish List, there you go!

But honestly, folks, if I’m not going to let my age be any measure of the seriousness with which I should be taking things, then I ought at least to learn by example from the self-made millionaire who resoles his shoes, rather than all those fools out there who are gonna bee-line to the nearest AT&T store for a $299 Bold instead of voting.

[Update: Relieved from my neighborlessness somewhat by logging into MSN and seeing that one of our clients had changed his screenname to “NO on 8” and reading Larry David.]

We renewed our membership at Marukai this weekend, one of the incentives for which, if not the only, was the 10%-off coupon, so I thought I’d use it towards an otherwise pricey carton of カレーうどん since the economy apparently hasn’t spared the imported cup noodle market, either, almost doubling the regular 98¢ 赤いきつね sale price. But the Nissin was nowhere on the shelves; what struck me as odder, no curry-flavored varieties were to be found, even among the “instant” packages. It dawned upon me that I had noticed the same scarcity, regardless of make and country of origin, in the counterpart section twice its size at wildly popular Korean Zion Market (whose name, along with Canaan Chinese restaurant, isn’t kidding). So you know me, it was conspiracy time: I imagined a coalition of the sauce makers (S&B, House, etc.) pricing out the stuff in other more accessible forms such as these, or perhaps it goes even deeper, the powers that be slowly doing away with foods with potential health benefits which threaten their status quo. I’m reminded, as I often am, of that exchange in The Hitchhiker’s Guide which I always found the most mysterious—and a little frightening—

ARTHUR: You know all this explains a lot of things. All through my life I’ve had this strange, unaccountable feeling that something was going on in the world… and no one would tell me what it was.
SLARTIBARTFAST: No, that’s just perfectly normal paranoia, everyone in the universe has that.
ARTHUR: Well perhaps it means that somewhere, outside –