Walking Dead’s Glenn episode ftw

Episode six of Walking Dead season 2 was probably the best episode evar.  Dating back to episode four, I’m ecstatic to see that my Atlanta-based, Korean-American boy, Glenn, is getting some significant character development and face time this season.  Furthermore, my heart and my fandom rejoices for the character, when he gets to have some post-zombie apocalyptic spontaneous sex action with the hot farmer’s daughter, Maggie.

This makes me happy in a myriad of ways:

  • Stephen Yeun playing Glenn is fantastically awesome.  Lauren Cohan playing Maggie is ridiculously hot.
  • It’s always been perceived as kind of taboo to have Asian people actually getting any makeout scenes with non-Asian people.  More so for Asian guys than Asian women.  And even more so for television than in movies.  It took forever for physical affection between interracial pairings to be portrayed in movies, and even longer for it to make it to television.  What I’m trying to say is that this kind of pairing, on cable television, feels like somewhat of an evolution of tolerance and acceptance of this kind of occurrence actually getting to happen.
  • Subsequently, mentally I’m thinking “fuck yeah Glenn, way to score with the hot farmer’s daughter!” which is kind of like living vicariously through a potential fantasy.
  • The Glenn character is getting some much deserved spotlight, and is a refreshing reprieve from ambiguous pregnancy, eventual heel turn and angsty gun-hungry cunt.  He wasn’t just the greaseman for once and was actually getting some lines, action, and a chance to portray a hero and a friend.

But mostly, I’m really just crushing hard on the Maggie character.  I will not look forward to the “mid-season break” that the show will embark on after Sunday, although I understand why it’s being done.  At least the wait won’t be that long, and that they’re not pulling the Sopranos bullshit, of not really letting anyone know when any new episodes would air at all.

I blame the weeaboos

Passing through downtown, I saw a restaurant that’s going to be opening soon.  The name of the restaurant literally means “mom” in Korean (not pictured above).  So obviously, this is going to be a Korean restaurant.

“Korean / Japanese Restaurant”

Okay, this shit pisses me off.  Everyone knows that this restaurant is going to be 95% (probably poorly made) Korean food, but have a guy on site to cut raw fish and pass it off as sushi.  Why pretty much every Korean restaurant in the United States needs to add the slash-Japanese to their description is purely beyond me, and it agitates the fuck out of me.

Korean food is fucking awesome.  Korean barbecue is better than Japanese hibachi any day of the week and fifty times on Sunday.  Korean soups and stews are hearty and satisfying, while the Japanese renditions of such are watery and minimalist.  Japanese food is hipster feed.  Korean food is soul food.  Good food.

Fuck Japanese food.  Why Korean restaurants denigrate themselves by feeling the necessity to add Japanese to their description is completely beyond me, but if I can help it, I won’t ever eat at any Korean / Japanese restaurants.  I’m proud of my Korean heritage, and I wish the people that ran these fucking restaurants would be proud of theirs too, to where they’d be proud to serve Korean food to people of other races with confidence and pride, and without the veiled deception that adding loosely Japanese items would draw them in instead.

I blame weeaboos, and anyone who watched Lost in Translation and thinks everything is better if it’s Japanese for creating this stigma that Japanese shit is so great.  It pains me to see Korean restaurateurs feel the need to add / Japanese to their names thinking it would enhance their business.  If I ever opened a Korean restaurant, I would proudly declare it as such.  I would give it a Romanized name based off of an appropriate Korean word, but underneath it would say “FUCKING KOREAN FOOD RESTAURANT.”  And if any weeaboos or any similar noobs enter my establishment and try to order a fucking bento box or yakisoba, I’ll kick them the fuck out, and dispute the shit out of their one-star Yelps.

Korean food is the best food in all of Asia.  The sooner people realize this, the better off the world will be.

A day in the life of 99.9999% of Korean men*

  • 0730 – Wake up
  • 0731 – Smoke
  • 0800 – Leave for work
  • 0801 – Smoke in car
  • 0820 – Get stuck in Atlanta traffic
  • 0821 – Smoke in frustration
  • 0855 – Arrive at work
  • 0900 – Smoke break
  • 0910 – Run into Korean co-worker on the way back in
  • 0911 – Don’t want buddy to smoke alone
  • 1000 – Starbucks walk
  • 1010 – Smoke on the way back
  • 1020 – Brush teeth in men’s room rid smoke breath
  • 1030 – Actual work
  • 1200 – Smoke break
  • 1230 – Lunch
  • 1230 – Smoking also
  • 1330 – Brush teeth again
  • 1335 – Work
  • 1500 – Smoke break
  • 1515 – Work
  • 1600 – Smoke break
  • 1615 – Realize it’s past 4pm, phone in day, go smoke
  • 1700 – Leave
  • 1700 – Smoke on the way to the car
  • 1710 – Get stuck in Atlanta traffic
  • 1711 – Smoke in frustration
  • 1735 – Victory smoke in getting out of traffic
  • 1800 – Arrive home
  • 1805-2200 – Eat dinner, polish off pack of smokes, etc

*does not include dannyhong

 

Hank Conger

If I told you that about this baseball player named “Hank Conger,” most people would get the image in their head of a white guy.  Probably a sleepy-eyed Texan, closely associated with Hank Hill, from King of the Hill, since come on, just how many people out there really are named “Hank” anyway?

Well, pictured above is the real Hank Conger, a catcher for the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim of Orange County, California.  Not what you were expecting, huh?

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This road to recovery was built in Korea

This is my new car.  A Kia Forte 5-Door.

At my absolute wit’s end, I finally decided to cut my losses, and ditch the lemon.  I had an elaborate plan with a minimal window of time to accomplish it, and in a perfect world it would have gone completely as planned, but since we don’t live in a perfect world, this would have to do.  The bottom line is that I have successfully unloaded the fucking lemon, I don’t drive it anymore, and no longer will it give me stress about how much it mechanically sucks, or what no-longer produced parts need to be replaced.

I’m ecstatic that I have a brand new car, that theoretically, I will not really have to worry about (knock on wood) for a little bit, but I’m actually simply more relieved that I just don’t have the lemon anymore.

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Random thoughts

~Wordpress app does not appear to have bulleted list option.
~The place I’m working at now, where I park my car is directly across the street from the Cheetah, which is like the “classiest” (read: best) strip club in the city of Atlanta.
~Some bathrooms, are just so suitable to just play Angry Birds for good chunks of time.
~The work I’m doing is boring as fuck, but the pay is great. I’m not really complaining.
~There are a noticeable amount of Koreans around here, from the deli I went to yesterday and an actual Korean colleague in my remote department. It’s kind of an alien feeling to me, to be perfectly honest.
~I’m also the youngest person in this office, I’m pretty sure. I haven’t been the youngest designer in any place for a few years, and I have to admit this too is also an odd feeling for me again. There simply aren’t really any cool people here, as nice as everyone else seems to be.

All the right moves

In Inception, there is a car chase scene.  This does not spoil anything at all.  But the most interesting thing about the chase scene as a whole is that the protagonist vehicle is none other than a Hyundai Genesis.  Yeah, a Hyundai.  A Hyundai. It’s not really news, the growth of the once-little Korean car maker, but it’s moments like this that really make me realize of just how big they’ve grown, and that they’re playing in the big leagues now.

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