The magnetic poetry and TMBG disc did not consume much of my time. After crafting a few pseudo-witty and/or lewd poems with the help of the "Shakespeare" expansion set and being mildly underwhelmed by TMBG's latest offering* (what happened to you guys? You used to be cool!) -- although, it's far better than the weird-as CD one of my Korean friends gave me for my birthday** -- I turned to my current obsession: the D&D Miniatures skirmish game.
Partly collectible, partly just badly painted, often poorly sculpted globs of plastic, the skirmish game has kept my gaming spirit alive over the last several months. And it helps fulfill my continual urge to collect something. The figures look more or less like classic D&D monsters and PCs, and I've recruited (corrupted?) several new players over time as well.
All the while, I'm wishing either: 1) I had looked into flights sooner, or 2) Koreans didn't flood the airways during the one time I really wanted to travel. Selfishly, I like to think of #2 as the true problem.
But I am heartened by the thought of the series of visitors we will be having in September, October, and November.
The midsummer heat in Seoul is stifling. And the cicadas are deafening -- even well beyond midnight. Hopefully I won't be attacked by any more this summer (two have already demonstrated their kamikaze stylings for me; only one connected).
* here's hoping Clutch's new one is better
** lyrics include such gems as "that's the way of love goes"
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Mmm... lumpy plastic miniatures. That reminds me of the little lego guys I used to have. Most of them are now AWOL because of their many encounters with the giant hovering magnifying glass, death-ray of doom. Hopefully, you're able to exercise more restraint with your little plastic guys. Don't make the same mistakes I did. I miss those guys. [sniff]
-Regretful Shane
No, I'll be nicer to these guys. I destroyed many a G.I. Joe figure with varied application of heat, flame, and fireworks.
Why is everyone worried about the plastic guys that's not nearly as funny as the thought of Paul trying to dodge cicada that are dive bombing him. That would make a better movie than any ex-saturday night live movie since Wayne's World.
Forest
Hey, those little dudes (well, not so little actually) have sharp wings! My ear still cringes at the memory.
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