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Monday, December 1st, 2008

Domestic Life: The Return of SK - Balder and Better

Sunday, May 11th, 2008

Today is Saturday here in Sydney.  It’s fall here, but the weather is sunny and pleasant.  It’s late afternoon as I write this, which means that most of you are probably shuffling in from whatever dank drinking hole you went out to this Friday night, no doubt alone and unfulfilled.  I, however, had already had sexual intercourse by the time you had left work earlier in the evening, when you were still under the happy delusion that you might actually pick up at the bar. You see, I have a girlfriend.  In fact, I live with her.  Let me tell you a little bit about my life, and how I got to this place.

As some of you may have heard, after leaving Thailand last year I made my way up to the Land of Morning Calm, more commonly known as Korea.  It’s a land of history, intrigue, mountain temples and Communist northern enemies.  It is also, as I came to realize, home to the most incredible population of fine-legged women in the world.  I shit you not.  While walking the streets, I frequently found myself grinding my teeth in aggressive lust, unable to comprehend the bounty of crazy sexiness walking past me every five seconds.  I cannot overstate this point enough.  I redubbed Korea the Land of Crazy Hotness and, along with my two Canadian cohorts, determinedly prowled the streets day and night, soaking in as much as my eyes and loins could handle.  Now, if you’re gonna give me one of those "I dunno, Asians just don’t do it for me, you know?" lines, then you, my friend, are the one who does not know.  Spend a couple months in Seoul.  Your life will change.

The other interesting surprise I found is that Korea is the most degenerately drunken country on the planet.  They drink a cheap swill called soju, which is about 40 proof and tastes like warm Karkov.  It also costs about a dollar a bottle.  Amble out into the streets on any given Tuesday night (or Wednesday, or any day), and you will see men in business suits falling down drunk, puking, and other various states of stupor that would put even Max to shame.  If you’ve never seen a man in a nice suit sleeping on the floor of a subway station, it’s quite something.

Amid all this, I taught young schoolchildren each day, reaching heights of impatience that I didn’t know I was capable of reaching.  Kids are great, as long as you don’t have to hang out with them for any longer than about 20 minutes.  Thankfully, Kellem Teacher has retired from the classroom.

And yes, I did meet a fine young woman, and followed her here to Australia in late February.  We live in a shitty little dump of an apartment, which costs almost $700 a month in this city.  Each day, I wake up at 5:16 to walk my baby to the train station.  I go back, feed the stray cat, sleep till about 7, get up, eat my toast and coffee, take the train to the city where I code documents in a law firm for eight hours and fifteen minutes, then go home, eat dinner, and am in bed by 9.  There is no sex on weekdays.  I have three button-up shirts that I got from Woolworths for $10 each, two ties, and one pair of pants.  I wash my socks in the sink.  And, as you can see, I have decided to mitigate my balding by shaving down to a millimeter.  I have no male friends here in Sydney.  I am a library member.  This is my domestic life.

Well, that’s about all. 

TEAM MEETING

Wednesday, December 5th, 2007
A surprisingly handsome group!

    It was a truly glorious Thanksgiving Holiday, filled with all the special treats that only the Upper Valley can provide. Illegal manual labor in White Junction highlighted by multiple trips to the Hairtford Dump with four in the cab of the truck. An alumni soccer game at the West Beverly High Turf Stadium, with Buck Baker scoring a crisp goal past a diving high schooler. Screaming "You’re garbage!" to Dartmouth soccer players  during their heartbreaking defeat to UVM at the NCAA tournament game in front of Aleixs and her family, assuring them that no, we hadn’t matured since high school.
    And of course binge drinking. Ah binge drinking, how you keep us coming back for more! How you make even the most awkward conversation with former classmates tolerable, how you give us the courage to try and hook up with girls who had long since deemed us persona non grata during high school, how you give us the strength to use hard narcotics while sleeping under our parents’ roofs, and the clarity to have unprotected with the most dangerous of partners. Where would we be without you, binge drinking? May you never leave our side.

Thinking about Computac, MAIRK?!

One of the true highlights was the annual baseball game at Huntley Meadows, known to some of you as the time when we shamelessly discuss what it would be like to fuck one another while smoking cigarettes and rubbing our balls. Under warm autumn sun, we reviewed the pathetic shenanigans of the previous evening.

Alex, fatly: "What I don’t understand is why no one fucked (Hanover-girl-who-won’t-be-named-but-is -younger-and-at-some-point-stupid enough-to-make-out-with-me-when-she-was-hammered) last night? She has big tits."
Mike A, dumbly: Yeah. (that-same-girl-who-I-fucked-but-didn’t-tell-anyone-but-Mahler-about) needs to get fucked.
Alex: Yeah, totally dude, what the fuck?
Mike A: Yeah. That’s what I’m going to do at Christmas, I’m going to fuck her.
Alex: I like her tits.

Finer, Jewishly: I hate you guys.
Tim, gayly: Let’s just do anal with each other.

Alex gets some face time with Hank Greenberg

    As the weekend wound down, it was apparent what these little visits were really all about: the initial excitement of seeing old friends, followed by a predictable realization that we are a terribly unproductive and pathetic group when congregated. Fat, violent, and homophobic, it’s a wonder our parents let us come home at all. Or in many cases, live with them permanently.

"Te he he he he…"

Nice lipper, Mike, you fucking dirtface.

This Week in Jobs!: Alex

Friday, March 16th, 2007

Slightly Better Photoshop Work Than Saul.
Just when you thought Alex’s internship was simply a Manhattan locale for him to work on the website….it is!

But look at the perks! As these two photos show, Alex has really made his Internet mairk at The Onion, with two groundbreaking photo cameos. First, in an apropos casting job, he was depicted as a brew master hosting a New Hampshire family planning a run for the Presidency. Most recently Alex’s beard, the loin that spurned his moustache, appeared as the beard in "Mark Cuban Grows a Giant Beard to Spite David Stern." Yes, that’s right, that’s really his over-exuberant facial hair photoshopped on Cuban’s billion dollar mug.

Those three colleges really paid off, eh kids?! His parents must sleep well knowing their continued post-graduation financial support is finally helping Alex’s career launch to previously unimagined heights.
If He Really Had The Beard, He'd Have Bought The Cubs.

This Week in Jobs!: Mark

Monday, February 12th, 2007

Getting a Jump on Next Month.

Dear Sirs,

This is Lift Foreman Mairk reporting from the State of Latter Day Saints and I have one thing to say about that. Polygamy is like a gun rack: I don’t own ahhhh gun, let alone many guns that would necessitate an entire rack.

Of course I chose to come out during the worst winter in years. The last two weeks have been in the high forties, although today our savior managed to drop a foot at the top, and rain on me. Although I fear a drop in my stock price I will admit that I am not the head chair lift operator, I am what they title a Lift Foreman, a job I managed to acquire after just one week of being a liftee. This title simply means that I babysit Argentinians and Brazilians, tell them when to go on break, drive a badass truck, sometimes a snowmachine, and try not to launch little kids off of lifts (they go flying).

As some of you may know I am primed for Moustache March, the enclosed picture showcases what has been above my lip since the middle of October when one Brian Venti and myself lost a bet in a game of Darts. Needless to say I have received many a positive comment from the male gender, and many an awkward look/stare/glare/overall look of discomfort from the Female gender. The best being “wow, you still have your moustache” from Venti’s female roomate. Here’s to another month and a half.

I would invite you to come visit, then again I don’t care to see any of you or wake up at 6:00 in the morning and see you sleeping on my couch as I walk out the door to go work a job that requires absolutely no thought or skill.

I almost forgot, a couple of weeks ago I backed into a car with the company truck, I drove off as if nothing happened. Of course someone saw me, and I knew they saw, yet still I drove off with the Brazilians saying “no, you didn’t hit it, there’s no dent, lets
go.” Well there was a dent, so I had to go to the clinic and pee in a cup. The nurse who I handed my pee to was hot, and of course all I did was look at her and wonder. I suck at life.

-Wish We Weren’t Friends,

Mairk

This Week in Jobs!: Tim

Saturday, February 10th, 2007

We all hate working. But sometimes you have to do it to keep up appearances, and get your parents to keep paying for your life.

Welcome to the place for between the blackouts.

THIS WEEK IN JOBS!
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Tim “Guevara” couldn’t go a day working without making at least one Scandinavian model drop her panties. That’s why he’s an ice sculptor. Yes that’s right: An Ice Sculptor.

Here he is out-manning you with white gloves and hippie hair.

What does he get for 18 short months of loyal service? Well the head sculptor position of course.

From ice mover, to luge craftsman to Buddha master, our Tim is now the top dog.

Now he can ride his motorcycle with his homemade cowboy boots while playing the mandolin and carving a penis-luge on his backseat.

NO HANDS!

Stock options! Bonuses! Less time on the phone with his girlfriend! (Yeah right.)

This job’s got it all!

It may be a sputtering biplane, but it’s better than the shit-filled oxcart the rest of us are riding in.