The one where you can't get there from here

When I got to Busan Sunday, I needed a helmet for riding on Rob's motorbike, so we swung into E-Mart and found this adorable little number.  It really brings out my eyes and retarded side, I think.

Busan is a beautiful city, and according to Rob, you can drink beer right out in public!  I have that American stupidity ingrained, I guess, that says you need to put your beer in a paper bag if you drink outside.  What's up with that, anyway?  Why do Americans have to pretend to conceal something that is so obvious as to make the whole affair ridiculous?  Then again, what about America isn't ridiculous half the time? ㅋㅋㅋ

Being somewhat naive about almost everything Busan, I asked Rob to drop me off at Busan Station, the big central train station downtown, so I could catch a train home.  Of course, you can't go to Gyeongju from Busan from the big central train station without going to Daegu first, then backtracking to Gyeongju, making the trip about 5 hours to go 40 miles.  Needless to say, I took a bus home.  Should have taken my motorbike, but everyone said the weather was supposed to turn foul, which it did not, thank you kindly all you naysaying dumbasses!

In other news, I ordered a MacBook Pro from the Apple store in Busan, and it was delivered to my home by the creepiest delivery man I have ever encountered.  I'm used to Koreans being surprised when a "foreigner" opens the door to them, and I've encountered a few people so taken aback as to become temporarily speechless (in any language).  However, this guy showed the usual surprise (even though my foreign name was emblazoned on the box and my door!), but then he got this twisted little grin, and his eyes roved around on me and the apartment behind me in the oddest way.  I discreetly looked down to make sure all my body parts were inside my clothing and dismissed the guy politely, but quickly.  Just a little weirded out.  So, drum rolls please!  Here is my new MacBook Pro:

She's a beaut, eh?  Stay tuned for further updates about this little gal!
 

The one where I still can't have nice things

I certainly do live up to the Raymond Family motto: "Cur non possumus bona habere?"*


I was getting on my motorcycle this morning when I just happened to see Pepper not only outside, but sneaking in between our building and the one next door! (The cats are not allowed outside unsupervised.)  At first, I couldn't believe it was him, because I have a sliding glass door that separates the entryway from the rest of the house, and I distinctly remember closing it.  He must have been hiding in the entryway behind boots or something and sneaked out when I went outside to go to work.  So, I tried to sneak up on him to grab his tail but he took off just as I was closing my hand around his tail.  I instinctively lurched forward, smashing the helmet I was wearing into the corner of the building.  I would have rather gotten a black eye, though, because black eyes go away.  This helmet is barely ten days old, and already it's marred.


Anyway, Pepper didn't go far, and he came to me when I started talking to him.  Crisis averted.








*"Why can't we have nice things?"   Thanks to the YouTuber "tenneral" for helping me with the Latin!