Save the Rec Center!

To save our beloved Rec Center (pictured at right) from being turned into a senior citizen labor camp by Greedy Enterprises, we held a meeting at the clubhouse (pictured below left).

We decided to hold a dance benefit to save the Rec Center.

Dancer Sookie performs the "Squish the Papaya" dance.


Puff out your chest and put on your ugly face.
Scream "whewwww!!!". Reach for the stars.




We danced our hearts out. When it was all said and done we had made exactly $0.00. Apparently dancing isn't enough to save Rec Centers. I went home and ate a delicious dinner. Oh well, it will give the seniors something to do.

Quest for the mud people

I, Dr. Big B and my research assistants, Asst. Hyo and Asst. Hyun, along with lackey and porter Australian Al embarked on a quest this past weekend to seek out the elusive and mysterious Mud People of Boryeong. We arrived early on Sunday and found the habitat of the Mud People, a vast expanse of mud flats whereupon one would sink up to the mid shin. We ran a few exercises for health there and adjourned to the hotel and dinner.

Dinner was a delicious array of assorted shellfish barbecued on a grill in front of us. We met with colleagues and Mud People experts Vin Chon and Anita Beer. Still no Mud People.
After dinner we looked at the beach to see if the Mud People were nocturnal. There were a bunch of fireworks. The combination of smoke, bright lights, and beach made it seem like Apocalypse Now. Asst. Hyun despaired at the seeming futility of the task.
The next day we searched the beach. There were some curiously lifelike statues of people. It was then that we saw the Mud People. They were engaged in some sort of initiation wrestling ritual. Porter Australian Al and I in the name of cultural exchange engaged in the ritual. Despite Dr. Big B seemingly having thrown Al to the ground the referee declared Porter Al the winner.

As I write this we have decided to live here and become one of the Mud People. This could be the last transmission from Dr. Big B...

Animals are funny

That Next Level Shit

In our never ending quest to bring you the latest in multimedia entertainment Cyberdiarrhea has acquired the Olympus SP 320 digital camera. Image Stabilization, an array of customized effects, a big screen LCD, 7.1 megapixels, and a doublebrock intake will do everything but give you a happy ending. Right away I started being "that guy" snapping pictures of everything, asking friends to "hold that pose just another second while I figure this button out."

One of the nice things about Seoul is the contrast between new and old buildings. These were right across the street from each other.

I prepped for a 6:30 rafting trip by "training" at the bar the night before.


The rafting was awesome. The scenery was nice. We got some swimming in. Everyone was having a good time. Our raft won the race. Everyone splashed each other all trip. Extreme.

If you like good movies...

... check out Rize. It's about kids dancing in L.A. The dances they do are pretty awesome. The music is good. The cinemetography is great. You see some of the hard times they face while they are filming the movie. It's refreshing to see people doing cool and creative stuff. Quite inspirational.

Mr. Hockeytown

Stevie Y just announced his retirement as captain of the Wings. He led D-town to 3 Cups after a 50 year drought. He went out and got the job done. His knees were hurting and he broke some bones around his eye when he got hit with a puck. Hockey players are crazy yo. I can't believe they had to pass a rule "making" players wear helmets. Yzerman played in 1,514 regular-season games, scoring 692 goals and tallying 1,755 points, sixth most in NHL history.

Hoodoo

Jinx:
A sort of curse placed on a person that makes them prey to large numbers of minor misfortunes and other forms of bad luck;
-This would be what happened when I called up Australian Al (shown here bungee jumping into the water with swan like grace) with the Australia- Italy game tied with 3 minutes in extra time saying "Go Aussie". Italy proceeded to score on a penalty kick within a minute.
-Or as I do a bitchin endo (known to some as the mule kick) on my bicycle and then am gently riding my bike only to have the derailer get all fucked up and a part snap off (actually this part snapped off as I was trying to force the derailer back into proper position). One of my least favorite sounds- SNAP!
Actually that's about all the bad luck I've had recently. Nothing to kill myself over. Maybe I'll write a song "The Walk Your Bike Home Blues".