It is fall, right? I don't pay much attention to these things. Anyway, the "clever" post title is really just so I don't have "Cute Poochies" in my sidebar navigation for a few weeks. That said, San Nakji holds the opinion that his dog is the cutest. I respect his opinion, but he is wrong. Observe Maisie, The Dog Who Set Her Own Ass on Fire:

Apparently there's an Inuit game called igunaujannguaq, which translates to "FROZEN WALRUS CARCASS". Yes, that is a phrase that MUST be shouted. Disappointingly, it does not involve an actual frozen walrus carcass, but rather features a person in the middle of a ring who has to "stay stiff" while they are passed around the ring. I will avoid the obvious and distasteful eskimo viagra joke, and will instead leave you with an image that I found in a Google search for "frozen walrus":

I've decided that I'm going to blog more. At the moment, this means that you're getting a blog post about me talking about blogging more. Hopefully this sort of recursiveness will be minimal. Navel gazing is not my cup of tea (Market Spice is, actually - thanks Natalie!), but I do tend to get a bit sentimental at times. You'll just have to suck it up if you come across one of those posts. You may also notice a decline in capitalization.

A few months ago, a friend of mine started using the word "totally". It was a subtle thing, gradual, insidious. It was just a vocal tic, an innocuous little helper word that got tossed into sentences for added flavor. Like a taco. To carry the metaphor a bit farther, "totally" is like those little bits of diced jalapenos in salsa. They're fine if they're in there, but GOD FORBID if your tongue should actually touch one of the little bastards.

Anyway.

i'm sitting in a starbucks in Mammoth Lakes, CA, processing photos and listening to Jewel warble something. I used to like Jewel much more than I do now. Which reminds me - I heard a new Fiona Apple song the other day, and I totally think Fiona could kick Jewel's ass.

This blog entry brought to you by caffeine, fresh mountain air, lack of headphones so I can listen to something decent, and an annoying lack of allergy medicine.

It's weird - I stopped being married in January, felt like crap for a few months, learned some important lessons, personal growth, etc., and now I find myself having the time of my life. Since I am a corporate drone (although I am currently stealing company bandwidth to write this missive, thus removing some of the stigma of droneyness), I have listed a few of the ways in which my life is great in BULLET. POINT. FORMAT. (Yeah, that's how I roll now, suckas).

There I was, 6000+ miles away from home, rooming with my Gracious Host in the lovely land of Korea. It was about 6pm, and I was attempting to take a nap, as I've been worn out by a week of pork products, buying clothes and knicknacks from street vendors, and generally having an awesome time. But I needed my sleep. I gave up the opportunity to get what i like to call MAGIC CORN DOGS (you have to yell it in a gleeful fashion) in order to get a little extra. Hopefully I've established how serious this need was. Ok? Ok.

Yes, that was actually said to me by my gracious host. Korea is lovely. I've been here for a little over a week now, and I've seen lots of neato stuff. That quote was from a few days ago, after we'd taken the gondolas up to Seoul Tower (which was closed), and while we were sitting in the little old gazebo at the base of the tower eating ice cream. Boyz II Men suddenly wafted through the still air, rather like something from the wrong end of a skunk.