you can probably find somewhere to stream it online. just make sure you have antivirus and adblock lol
What Did You Do Today? What are you doing today?
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you can probably find somewhere to stream it online. just make sure you have antivirus and adblock lol
this is playing right now on American Syfy channel. As I write this, I'm clicking into it every now and then.
So where's the travelogue since last weekend? The photos of the local sights?
After the first weekend, it's not been that kind of trip. We've mostly been working past 5:00, and when you're doing the type of thing we do in my profession, when things adjourn, that's when the real work starts.
It's been a daily routine, more or less, of making coffee in my room (they've upgraded from Nescafe!), working, doing the "happy hour" meal in the evening (cost included in the room package, and I've already talked about the music experience), and going out to grab some breakfast and lunch food, but not too far, because it's so beastly hot that this Colorado boy is pouring perspiration in about 10 minutes. Maybe some working out in the morning, maybe some walking in the evening.
Speaking of walking around, the big victory so far is laundry. Now, it is hot, humid, even in the evenings, and I've gone through clothes about twice as fast as expected. I checked hotel laundry prices, and it would be cheaper to just buy new clothes. (I'm kidding... but not by much.)
About a third of a mile away is a laundry. I walked down there to check on prices. Quite reasonable. I asked for a bag, sauntered back to the hotel, packed my shirts, socks, and unmentionables in, and since I like to entertain people (I don't really like to entertain people), I treated the locals to the sight of the old white guy lugging his laundry down the side of the the busy thoroughfare and, a few hours later, returning to the shop to haul it back.
Shirts nicely folded, socks matched, a nice-sized pile of laundry done exquisitely well for about eight or nine bucks. Again, customer service off the charts. And I'm ready for the new week.
It's Sunday morning. Back to the grind. This work ain't gettin' itself done.
The view from my room. See that Starbucks there on the corner across the street? I headed past that, down the street with the three scooters on it, hauling my laundry.
After the first weekend, it's not been that kind of trip. We've mostly been working past 5:00, and when you're doing the type of thing we do in my profession, when things adjourn, that's when the real work starts.
It's been a daily routine, more or less, of making coffee in my room (they've upgraded from Nescafe!), working, doing the "happy hour" meal in the evening (cost included in the room package, and I've already talked about the music experience), and going out to grab some breakfast and lunch food, but not too far, because it's so beastly hot that this Colorado boy is pouring perspiration in about 10 minutes. Maybe some working out in the morning, maybe some walking in the evening.
Speaking of walking around, the big victory so far is laundry. Now, it is hot, humid, even in the evenings, and I've gone through clothes about twice as fast as expected. I checked hotel laundry prices, and it would be cheaper to just buy new clothes. (I'm kidding... but not by much.)
About a third of a mile away is a laundry. I walked down there to check on prices. Quite reasonable. I asked for a bag, sauntered back to the hotel, packed my shirts, socks, and unmentionables in, and since I like to entertain people (I don't really like to entertain people), I treated the locals to the sight of the old white guy lugging his laundry down the side of the the busy thoroughfare and, a few hours later, returning to the shop to haul it back.
Shirts nicely folded, socks matched, a nice-sized pile of laundry done exquisitely well for about eight or nine bucks. Again, customer service off the charts. And I'm ready for the new week.
It's Sunday morning. Back to the grind. This work ain't gettin' itself done.
The view from my room. See that Starbucks there on the corner across the street? I headed past that, down the street with the three scooters on it, hauling my laundry.
I'm old. I don't think streaming or YouTube. Lol
There are very few second hand DVD stores left. But I will check DejaView.
We don't get that channel. When dh isn't watching tv I will search to see if it's on anywhere.
...I'm sorry old buddy-but I'm laughing my azz off at the image of you and the laundry sack.....waving and smiling at passer-by like a demented Kris Kringle....
I got to reintroduce cheese to my diet today so I had gouda for breakfast and will be having Brie for lunch.
I also have a bridal shower this afternoon. I'm hoping ridiculous games will distract me from the fact that I can't eat the food there.
I also have a bridal shower this afternoon. I'm hoping ridiculous games will distract me from the fact that I can't eat the food there.
What about thrift stores like goodwill or value villiage.
Washed the bit**n' Camaro. She was a dirty girl!
Watching the Sox game.
Starting dinner soon.
Brody Dog walk later.
Watching the Sox game.
Starting dinner soon.
Brody Dog walk later.
Love BrodyDog's picture
Neesy
#1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side
Hmmm - looks like they have a baseball field in the left half of the picture, closer to the bottom of the pic (or am I seeing things?)
I realize he is in Japan, not Taiwan but I like the part at around 1:50 when he does something that is "bad luck"
Neesy
#1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side
Guys, I'm in a serious what the heck situation. I'm sitting in a ferry wait line (the bridal shower is on the peninsula) and everyone has their windows rolled down because it's hot and you are supposed to turn your engines off so no A.C. The guy next to me is having a conversation with his ex-girlfriend about how much they love and miss each other blah blah blah. Ok, that's uncomfortable enough because we shouldn't all have to listen to his relationship drama but then she went on to this racist anecdote about some guys doing work on her building and now they've transitioned into some weird like phone foreplay. So awkward but way too hot to roll up the windows!
I sure hope this wait line moves soon.
I sure hope this wait line moves soon.
It does look that way with the structure in the corner, but no, it's a graveled lot.
I have rolled past baseball fields, though, with games going on. Not the same proliferation as the US, but they're here.
I braved the heat for a saunter outside, and it was better than expected. You know how you can consistently walk from a place a given way any number of times, and then you get it into your head to walk a different way, and the scenery is quite different?
But first, a note. I'm not a city boy. Well, unlike the late John Denver, I'm not a country boy either. I'm not begrudging any of that. We are in a world that seems to have room enough, so far, for all different kinds of people to be happy in.
I understand the feel of energy that some people like in a big city, but which to me sure feels like an extra load of stress. I understand the peacefulness that some people find in a quiet rural life, although it leaves me with the itch to go do something else.
Me, I'm a mid-sized city boy, and that fits in with my attempted approach to life as moderated and balanced, best as I can achieve it.
I'm staying in a city, like many others, where the pressures of population and the limits of land mass force residences to move upward as much as outward. Where the pressures of increased population in a given space spawn extra competition. I ponder with a little sadness all the people given to working more for subsistence than for advancement, until reality calls with the notion that, well, that is the normal state of life on the planet.
I strolled down the now-familiar somewhat narrow streets lined with parked cars and scooters, stepping to one side now and then to surrender road space to the moving ones. I walked past places showing people of routine fatigue, their daily energies poured into their little enterprises, with not much differences in effort among a pocket restaurant in Hsinchu, a clothing stall in Suwon, a bodega in New York City, or a sunglasses-and-swimsuit store in San Diego.
A storm seemed to be approaching. I took a photograph of threatening clouds, and within the next five seconds, a wave of thunder rolled through, throaty and sustained. I was ready for anything. In this heat, rain is welcome.
Fairly quiet side streets gave way to busy but ordered arterials. I passed by thinly attended temples or shrines laden with incense, ubiquitous convenience stores, spas promising pampering and massages that sound good for older, aching muscles but which I've come to view askance, and then turned the final corner into a brand-new experience.
A cool breeze.
Oh, it wasn't Colorado spring-cool, and it was a little heavy with airborne moisture, but it was lower than the temperature for my sweat threshold, so that made it a cool breeze.
A final stop at the last convenience store. I've been looking for that little gem of casual local cuisine that makes me think, "Hey! This is good! Where can I get this at home?" But so far that's eluded me. The food has been fine to good. Just nothing, so far, that stands out.
I liked this scene for the varied elements. The nicely done parking lot with the nice cars and suprising lack of scooters, the drab residences in the background, the more traditional-looking temple furnishings, and all framed by a spot of nature with the foliage.
Approaching storm. It started raining minutes after I got back into the hotel.
A temple or a shrine, not sure which. They're places to visit rather than congregate
The ornate decorations outside the temple. It's pretty ornate inside too.
A bigger temple that I passed by. Here again, a much as we might think of a church and assembly, the inside here is aisles to walk through with stations to stand or kneel at, and the visiting area is rather shallow in dimension.
But first, a note. I'm not a city boy. Well, unlike the late John Denver, I'm not a country boy either. I'm not begrudging any of that. We are in a world that seems to have room enough, so far, for all different kinds of people to be happy in.
I understand the feel of energy that some people like in a big city, but which to me sure feels like an extra load of stress. I understand the peacefulness that some people find in a quiet rural life, although it leaves me with the itch to go do something else.
Me, I'm a mid-sized city boy, and that fits in with my attempted approach to life as moderated and balanced, best as I can achieve it.
I'm staying in a city, like many others, where the pressures of population and the limits of land mass force residences to move upward as much as outward. Where the pressures of increased population in a given space spawn extra competition. I ponder with a little sadness all the people given to working more for subsistence than for advancement, until reality calls with the notion that, well, that is the normal state of life on the planet.
I strolled down the now-familiar somewhat narrow streets lined with parked cars and scooters, stepping to one side now and then to surrender road space to the moving ones. I walked past places showing people of routine fatigue, their daily energies poured into their little enterprises, with not much differences in effort among a pocket restaurant in Hsinchu, a clothing stall in Suwon, a bodega in New York City, or a sunglasses-and-swimsuit store in San Diego.
A storm seemed to be approaching. I took a photograph of threatening clouds, and within the next five seconds, a wave of thunder rolled through, throaty and sustained. I was ready for anything. In this heat, rain is welcome.
Fairly quiet side streets gave way to busy but ordered arterials. I passed by thinly attended temples or shrines laden with incense, ubiquitous convenience stores, spas promising pampering and massages that sound good for older, aching muscles but which I've come to view askance, and then turned the final corner into a brand-new experience.
A cool breeze.
Oh, it wasn't Colorado spring-cool, and it was a little heavy with airborne moisture, but it was lower than the temperature for my sweat threshold, so that made it a cool breeze.
A final stop at the last convenience store. I've been looking for that little gem of casual local cuisine that makes me think, "Hey! This is good! Where can I get this at home?" But so far that's eluded me. The food has been fine to good. Just nothing, so far, that stands out.
I liked this scene for the varied elements. The nicely done parking lot with the nice cars and suprising lack of scooters, the drab residences in the background, the more traditional-looking temple furnishings, and all framed by a spot of nature with the foliage.
Approaching storm. It started raining minutes after I got back into the hotel.
A temple or a shrine, not sure which. They're places to visit rather than congregate
The ornate decorations outside the temple. It's pretty ornate inside too.
A bigger temple that I passed by. Here again, a much as we might think of a church and assembly, the inside here is aisles to walk through with stations to stand or kneel at, and the visiting area is rather shallow in dimension.
This stone carving to me looks like a Chinthe - that was the symbol for 435 Squadron when I was in the Canadian Air Force
I think they picked it up when they were stationed in what was then called Burma
Grandpa
When I was in Okinawa, there were those figurined critters around too. We called them "shi-shi dogs." I don't know their actual name. "Shi" is 4 in Japanese, but it's also a word for "death."
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