February 2002 Archive

02/06/02

To the cute guy who recognized me from this website at the NAATA fundraiser party today.
Um, hi.
*grin*

Getting recognized throws me for a louie. I really must stop posting pictures of myself or bellybuttons & such on the internet. *Gasp*

Not much else to say for now.
I will be resting today, drinking warm tea, snuggling with a book, and trying to behave as if my life were normal and the decisions that I make are normal, if not sometimes good. And that I can fake being normal for most of the times.

That is all.

Min Jung

02/05/02

Ready to Go Crazy NonSequitor Today? Here we go.

#1. You have no f*ing idea how incredibly hormonal I am.
To quote Ernie, it’s like I’m sitting on a porch with a 40 of estrogen. Laid back.

#2. What’s the best way to continue a lifestyle of intriguing but ridiculous underemployment?
Scene: So I’m sitting at my desk, chatting with folks with tunes blasting out.
In particular Groove Armada’s “I see you baby…shaking that ass”
In fact, I’m doing a seated butt dance and singing along at the time this afternoon.

“Yeah baby, I see ya baby.. shaking that ass.. shaking that ass…”

Suddenly the phone rings.
*bRrring.
*bRrring

I answer
“shaking that ass, shaking that ass… hello?”"

The voice on the other line says
“Um hi, Min, this is **** from Company X…we were hoping that you wouldn’t mind if instead of talking to you
tomorrow for your second interview if we we could speak with you for a few moments on the phone today with *****
here on the conference call who would be your other manager…”

In a cliche’ed near death experience type of reaction, the last 10 seconds of my life got a weird eery sort of glow
and repeated in slow motion in my head and I started staring at the bright light ahead of me.

“Um, Ok… “

And *then* I turned off the speaker still blaring out “Shaking that ass… shaking that ass” and stopped staring at
the blinking chat screens in front of me.

I do not think I recovered well.

#3. God is laughing at me. One hopes in a good way.
I was chatting earlier today with a girl I haven’t seen in…woah, nearly 14 years. We went to gradeschool and junor
high together. She’s pretty much the same from the sounds of it. I was rather surprised that she remembered
who I was since I’d gone through re-inventing myself during my highschool/early college days…changing from Julia
Kim, my Catholic Name, to Min Jung Kim, my ethnic & legal name — which also has weird associations.
Out of curiousity I google searched the handful of names that I remembered from elementary school days.
Alas, very little about them is up on the web. Curiosity got the better of me and then I did a search on Julia Kim.

Hey, remember my little thing about consubstantiation vs transubstantiation a few days ago?
Ok, go read that first.

And now go read this.

Now, doesn’t that make you want to go have a really nice rare piece of prime rib?

#4. Watercress, Ice Coffee, Frying Bananas,
Dinner at Le Cheval with some very good funny and sweet pals to see Ritchie off before he heads back to Canada.
Too much trash talk and recollecting of good times while creating new ones.
Life is not too bad at all.

#5. Anti-Bloggie Nominations & Etc
* Yesterday’s entry I think qualifies me reasonably for the Biggest PottyMouth award
* My Terms of service, qualifies me for Worst Use of the Third Person award
* Who’s got the most stalkers? I do have a tendency to have odd interactions with freaky people.
Well I have some evidence that I can point you to here.
Exhibit A
Exhibit B
Exhibit C
Exhibit D
Exhibit E
Exhibit F
I know there is more out there but I can’t seem to find them right now.

#6 Valentines Day Shopping? Yes, go buy something lovely for yourself or someone you cuddle with.
The latest word from my gal pal Aminah and her fabulous business in Italy.

Hello again!

I am writing to share the news that I have expanded my business, IL Regalo (www.ilregalo.com) to now include
three gift categories: Gourmet, Ceramics, and Linens. These new products, made with love by local Umbrian
artisans, come just in time for Valentine’s Day!

With local recipes, dried floral arrangements and regional information included, IL Regalo gift sets make a lasting
impression. Your recipient will be transported to a distant place and way of life which still remains pure and simple.

In the spirit of simplicity, I would like to offer you an easy way to save money this Valentine’s Day.
Input this code 10220530202 at checkout before February 9th and receive an instant $10 savings on your total
order.

Happy Valentine’s Day from IL Regalo!

Aminah Ricks
Founder

MJ’s Personal endorsement.
Someone was kind enough to get me a gourmet gift set from them for Xmas and I delighted in it muchly. Totally incredibly decadent goodies in there.

Aminah, my gal pal, is a woman of incredibly fabulous good taste and I can see her touch in the selections of ceramics and linens that they’ve added to their warehouse. For Valentines Day, upcoming weddings, or house warming girst, I think you’ll find some very nice goodies there.

If you visit her site, have some comments, or purchase anything, please do tell her that I sent you there.

That’s it for now.
Lights Out.

Min Jung

Ps.
Belly Button is indeed an “innie”
This is in response to recent request for proof as my most recent IM “away” message has been
“Unlike my belly button, I’m outtie right now.”

02/03/02

Something hilarious I found today in my stats referrrals
This from Chrish
“I had a good time looking at some of the blog celebrities’ pages this morning.
Especially Derek Powazek, Min Jung Kim, and also reading some pages from II Stix, a cool asian newsmag.

*Blink Blink*
Moi? In the same sentence as Derek Powazek? As a “fellow” blog celebrity?
*Blink Blink*.

Gracious, next you’ll hear rumors about me having Evhead’s baby or being involved in a threesome with Ernie & Kotke.
Whatever folks, I’m just a dork with a keyboard. Using *homestead* for chrissakes.
(Though not denying nor commenting on either the above mentioned rumors either.)

The Anti-Bloggies
I’ve decided to sponsor the “Worst Meme Bandwagoner” Category.
Though I know I won’t win “Most late for work” in this year’s antibloggie competition (mostly because I spent 9 months of last year… well. mostly not working) I think I have a reasonable shot at the “WORST ABUSE OF THIRD PERSON” Category for which I submit my “Terms of Service” as evidence. Go vote. Scoot.

Turrets Syndrom Outbreak Among Bloggers
Oh heaven help us and forgive us for the gross volume of profanity that has come out in the last few days.

Blame Canada.
Er, no.
Blame Ritchie who is visiting from Canada…
er no, that’s not right either.
Oh yeah,
Blame SSX Tricky.
A disturbingly addictive snowboarding game that turns otherwise mature and rational individuals into potty mouthed aggressive fiends who will pummel you and step on your neck if you try to tear the game controller from their fiendish little hands or if you walk in front of them while they stare unblinkingly at the tv screen. Luckily, no reported fatalities. Yet.

Ritchie’s in town, so of course some of us had to get together and chill. Belinda, Ernie, Dave, Me, Potpie, Paris,
Jesse, the Filipina Girls, etc. Basically, the entire silly Vancouver trip posse. Of course chilling did not involve going to a party, or a rave, or seeing some sites, or even DDR . It involves cooking,playing games, and making a sailor blush with our cussing. Bellinda was our lovely host and we had a specatcular dinner of Tempura Veggies, Chicken Katsu,and Sushi. Icecream and mochiball icecream too. Woot.

So yeah, let me give you some examples of the profanity that was used over the weekend.

Me Swearing:
“Mother Fucking Damn shit on a stick humping shoe pisser. God damn it. Fucking piece of shit on a roller coaster what the fuck this fucking oh my fucking damn it all to hell, mother fucker stupid fucking GAH!”

Paris Swearing:
“Damn it you little idiot. I don’t make the rules. You listen to me you little asshole, when I say jump, you jump. I don’t make the rules. Damn it… cuz it’s not like you’d want to land straight for once”

Emily swearing:
“Get away from me you Fucker” (when competing with her boyfriend)

Potpie swearing:
“Fuck OFF!”
(After cooking for several hours with Belle and in direct response to TD who poked at him and said hey…”I’m hungry”)

Belle swearing:
“Come here bitch! Let me smack you!” (To Paris on a competitive slope where they can punch each other)

Ernie swearing:
“Yo, at least you’re not in a mother fucking ditch, yo.”

Amazement swearing:
“Wait, MJ, you don’t know how to do a grab but you can grind a fence uphill? What the fuck…How the fuck did you do that?”

Don’t ask. Don’t fucking ask me.
I don’t game really, and am thankful that I dont’ own a PS2 or the game SSX Tricky otherwise I know I’d never get anything done. Plus I would most certainly start spewing acid and flame along with the coarse and vulgar, tremendously unladylike phrases that were overwhelming me that night. Turrets sydrome. SSX Turrets.
Friday was the first time I’d ever played a PS2 game. By Saturday night er.. Sunday Morning around 3 AM when we left the party, I had the precursor to carpel tunnel syndrome. Damn it all to hell.

Min Jung