Crap. Today I plugged in some lamps that my co-worker Corine gave me. In doing so, I had to re-arrange some of the plugs. Somehow I managed to take the adapter off one plug and stuck it in the 220 outlet.

And when I turned on my DVD player to watch one of my new movies…..snap, crackle, pop along with smoke and that special smell associated with fried circuits.

I replaced the adapter and plugged into the 110 outlet, turned it on again and got a picture. No sound though. And the Hangul subtitles help me not one bit.

Geez, I feel stupid. Could this be the first indication of that old timers disease I heard about?

Ah well.

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I cleaned my apartment (even the toilets), did laundry, picked up my dry cleaning, stopped at the commissary for groceries, and bought 4 DVDs in Itaewon. Special huh?

So, I bought The Magnificent Seven, Hitch, Crash, and A Dirty Shame. Only one I’ve seen is Mag 7, so I’ll have to find out if I chose wisely. At five bucks a pop I figure I’m not out much if they suck. Of course, I’m assuming they will be watchable, it’s always kind of hit and miss when you buy from vendows on the street.

Well, I reckon I’ll go watch one then take a nap so I will be ready for my big night on the town. I’ll probably hate myself in the morning for the soju shots I anticipate will be forced down my throat, but you are only 50 once I suppose.

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Today I turn 50. Hard to imagine, I still have so much to figure out. Well, having a birthday sure beats the alternative…

Anyway, my agenda today includes laundry and grocery shopping. Tonight my military buddies Jeff and Scott are convinced they are going to get me drunk. They say no wussie beer, you are doing shots. If that is the case, it will be an early night.

I don’t have any great insights upon achieving this milestone. I feel mostly just very alone, but I am dealing with it. I will not succumb to sadness on this day. I promise!

To those I love, know I am with you in my heart and wishing we could share this occasion.

And the seasons, they go round and round
and the painted ponies go up and down.
We’re captured on the carousel of time.
We can’t return, we can only look behind from where we came
and go round and round and round
in the circle game.

—Joni Mitchell

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