윤

One of my favorite Korean words, with the more nuanced “what the fuck” meaning than is often translated. It’s what I look for, at least when really warranted in the dialogue, from creators whose ideas may not come from the same old places (like the Doom Patrol going outside the box instead of relying on Morrison—whose own early influence I miss), and for most K-content nowadays that’s the webtoon. Not that 지리산 was ever going to be Twin Peaks, and while Hellbound and Dr. Brain aren’t high art, either, they’ve got Netflix and Apple money to go crazy with. One of them just might veer off into The Wailing.

Meanwhile the WTF that Kara Wai‘s family went through in Tracey does seem to have had some effect, or I’m grasping for the kind of correlation that’ll lead me to nightcapping with hardcore gay porn, spurring a dream I was taking a sex ed class led by an Emma Stone-looking goddess who put me on the spot by getting in my face, revealing a bikini under her regalia and asking where I’d make my mounting deposit. Her left eye opened beyond its lid as if to invite the option. Below, I still told her. Fellow student Charlie Hunnam from Queer as Folk passed by afterward, removed his shirt and revealed that his went into a condom, tactic of choice by strip club goers of old. I wondered if our instructor had office hours.

Only because it happened the weekend I was on a red-eye for the job I since quit must I have missed the news and maybe a memorial seed of Tricks of the Trade, though all I’m seeing is a porno with that very title released the same year.

Sounds like a Betty & Veronica story title. Came across this entry from more than seven years ago while searching for anything I had written on the Outer Limits, whose draft I’ll get around to eventually, after I heap some praise on Christopher Nolan’s Inception. Alas, technology’s still not here yet for

[…] a personal trainer who’d holographically be visible only to the wearer of, say, specially-equipped Oakley Wires. She’d take the form of a busty Japanese idol, of course, run backwards at your pace and motivate you to improve it. Upgrades would allow her to sweat in kind. Problems I foresee include my legs buckling under the added weight, or tripping over it outright, and keeping an eye out for cross-traffic.

And the broken image:

Don’t remember a mini-game where you had be “finished off”, but maybe there ought to have been one.

TV’s will soon be so thin they’ll be recessed, but they can’t invent a scanner that slides between pages?

All pictures of me must have background wallpaper with the words 「パンツ」　「スケベ本」　「女湯」 and　「女更衣室」, too.

Not to equate adultery with rape, but is someone who cheated on her husband really the most qualified person to be reporting on the evils of sexual freedom?

Korean women baffle me (cf. 진라). Then again, there’s this guy’s wife:

Yesterday I posted the following comment for one of Dr. Phil’s case studies:

I thank you for sharing your story, and have long tried myself to understand and combat the addictive nature of gaming, but please indulge me, my “answer” to it was to be found in neither faith nor love. Those things I should hope aren’t even on the same level to replace one another. No, I just let the lure of losing reality to a computer-generated existence peak then fade on its own. In fact, I keep them all around, still installed and maintain my subscriptions as my actual playtime dwindles with each passing week because I believe to do so shows—despite claims that it defies the very concept of an open-ended MMOG—I have it beat.

…But he didn’t approve it, like so much spam! Fucking loser. He and his OLGA, relying on “Higher Powers” than themselves to overcome (or moderate, as the case may be) their submission thereto. All those steps of theirs, integrity, perseverance, whatever, and there’s not a single one for self-discipline, the control they need to take over their own shitty lives they were so eager to exert on online avatars and now yield to yet a different authority. Good luck with that.

…Segue from yesterday’s Tom Baker Doctor to his earlier role (looks like from a year before) as the hardest-working villain, ever. Ray Harryhausen’s Kali is fantastic. And Caroline Munro was the woman of my dreams for the next decade.

Too much praising of Allah to get aired in the US today, so praise be to Canadian satellite.