Does anyone else remember Hawaii Five-0?
I’m now booked at the Wave Song Resort in Pundaquit for Tuesday and Wednesday next week. I also bought two seats on a flight that departs for Da Nang on January 8 and returns on January 23. Still on my to-do list is booking my hotel rooms in Da Nang, Hoi An, Hue, and Ba Na Hills.
In the meantime, I am just living life one day at a time. Trust me, it is not as boring as it sounds when I write about it. Or if it is, I just don’t care anymore. I’m glad for what I have. I needed some new things to wear, so I scheduled my driver to take me to the SM Central Mall in Olongapo.
What’s in the bag?
After shopping, I was hungry. I’ve had a craving for some good Korean food, and the best place for that I’ve found is on SBMA. Since I was already paying for a driver, I had him take us there.
We were greeted with a hearty “annyeonghaseyo” as we entered, then shown to our table. I already knew we would have samgyeopsal for the main course. You have to order and pay for your side dishes separately, which is not how they do it in the real Seoul, but whatever.
As I perused the menu, I decided I may as well make it a feast since I don’t get to visit Seoul that often these days.
Dining at Seoul was the highlight of my day. But there were still those evening hours to fill. We walked into town and stopped at the salon so I could get a haircut. After that was done, I decided we should do the seldom-visited bars thing we had missed out on doing on Wednesday.
One drink and out at Dempsey’s. Nothing wrong with it, just not a good fit for us.
It was only 6 p.m., and none of the dancers or waitresses had arrived yet. We chose to sit outside, and the bartender graciously served us there.
The wine at Mugshots was old and didn’t taste good, so we left before Swan finished her glass. We then paid a visit to Alaska for a bit. I had a chat with owner Jerry, and he confirmed that BarCelona upstairs was once again open. We’ll see how long that lasts.
We did our nightcap next door at Wet Spot, ordered some take-out tacos from Sit-n-Bull (damn, Korean and Mexican on the same day!), then headed on home.
My weekly weigh-in has me at 242.9, down from 244.2 last week.
From the LTG archives in December 2010, the occasion of my retirement ceremony prompted a post called “The end of the road,” about the jobs I’d done in service to my Uncle Sam. It turns out it wasn’t the end I thought it was going to be, but that’s another story.
From Facebook memories:
Today’s YouTube video is the story of how a vlogger moved to the Philippines, met a gal, married her, built her a house, and then all of a sudden, everything changed. Imagine that.
You can laugh or shake your head in disgust. Up to you.
And that’s that for this post. I’m heading off to the SOB at Green Room tonight. Not sure how much longer these competitions will continue, so I figured I’d give it a go before they’re gone.
The view from our perch included the Saints guarding the entrance to the Catholic church across the highway.
Some of those saints might be guardian angels or even archangels (wings).
Today’s YouTube video is the story of how a vlogger moved to the Philippines
My spider sense starts tingling whenever I see an AI-generated thumbnail. And I had to laugh at the script: “25 years old, but very mature for her age.” When guys (even AI guys) think with their dicks, they’ll make up any justification. And then, of course, she goes on to prove she’s not very mature for her age.
The AI narrator should’ve just moved back to the AI West with his AI wife.
That ain’t the right ring, Sam!
Okay, I cracked up at the image.
Ah, I see it’s back. Bye.
Different URL, so I didn’t notice when I approved it from the bar. First AI comment is in a couple of weeks. I hope you aren’t serious about leaving.
I knew the accent was wrong in that video, but I didn’t get the AI vibe overall. It’s getting harder to detect.
Glad you finally got a laugh out of one of my joke memes!
You are bad to the bone, Rad.
You can’t cook an omlette without breaking eggs,
(First they are cracked and then beaten).
The only things cracked around here are our heads,
Recipes for disaster that we keep repeating.
ChatGPT-maker OpenAI has beaten Elon Musk’s Grok in the final of a tournament to crown the best artificial intelligence (AI) chess player.
Gary, when it comes to AI, I fear we are the eggs.
I still maintain you are cunt struck but just wanted to say your “The end of the road post” was an interesting insight. From trade union leader to management side head honcho does make me think you were only ever out for the big bucks but I ain’t no Commie so good luck to you. You done well for yourself coning from a modest background.
You mentioned earlier in the week that you’re lady spends her time filling bags of candy for handing out to children on your rambles. Does she not have her meat business anymore?
Aloysius, thanks for the feedback on “The end of the road.” It was a big leap going from being a union man to working for the oppressors. But damn, after seven years, I was SO bored being a mailman. I made the jump into management in the job of Safety Specialist and justified it in my mind by convincing myself I’d be doing more good for the worker bees by keeping them safe. When I started representing the management side as a Labor Relations guy, I was still enforcing adherence to the collective bargaining agreement. That job made it possible to work at keeping BOTH sides doing the right thing. So, yeah, the money was better but that wasn’t the only motivation. I’m proud to say that the union leaders I dealt with respected me.
Swan isn’t as active with her meat sideline as she used to be, but she still has a few customers, including me.