Dr. Bigelow Must Die

If I could bring a fictional character to life, it would be Dr. Bigelow from Louie. Look at some of the nonsense he spouts.

This is love — missing her because she’s gone, wanting to die. You’re so lucky. You’re like a walking poem. Would you rather be some kind of a fantasy? Some kind of a Disney ride? Is that what you want?

Don’t you see? This is the good part. This is what you’ve been digging for all this time.

Now you finally have it in your hand — this sweet nugget of love, sweet, sad love, and you want to throw it away. You’ve got it all wrong.

That’s strange. I don’t consider myself lucky and I certainly don’t consider this the “good” part. I also have no desire to be a lugubrious walking poem. What good is that?!?

My fondest wish is that I could be with the girl that I’ve been dreaming about for the past few months. That would be lucky. I really don’t see the upside to heartbreak and depression.

But wait, there’s more!

The bad part is when you forget her — when you don’t care about her, when you don’t care about anything.

The bad part is coming, so enjoy the heartbreak while you can, for God’s sakes.

Yes, because heartbreak is oh so enjoyable. I’m actually hoping to get to the “bad” part he’s referring to. Things would be exponentially easier if I didn’t care about anything or anyone. That’s what I’m striving to do.

So F*ck you Dr. Bigelow. If I had magical powers, I would bring you to life just so I could smash your skull with a baseball bat.

Since I lack the required conjuring skills, perhaps I should go after the writers instead. *sigh* This is why I try not to watch much television.

The Paper Chase Continues

I just about have everything set for Noot’s next batch of paperwork. Unfortunately, I made a stupid mistake and did not copy her immunization papers. The originals were handed to the immigration officer at SFO. The government requires a copy of these for the next step. The good news is that the hospital in Bangkok is super easy to work with. I emailed them and told them the skinny. A few hours later, someone replied and told me what I needed to do so that they could email me a scan of the form.

On a side note, Bumrungrad is a pretty amazing hospital — one of the most impressive I’ve seen anywhere in the world. It’s considered the “expensive” hospital in Bangkok, but it’s still amazingly cheap compared to Western prices. A lot of people actually go on “medical vacations” to get procedures done by Western-schooled doctors at an affordable price.

Oh, I find it funny that every government form for Noot’s paperwork talks about a “Reduction of Paperwork Act”, yet I have to hand in four of the same forms I already submitted to a different government department. You know boys…if you shared your information you’d save a whole mess of trees.

Retail Meats and Fish

Esquire has this article on the Best Steaks in America. I’m sure it’s far from accurate, but I’m proud to say that I’ve had six of the steaks on the list. The beef Wellington at One if By Land, Two if By Sea is still one of my favorite dishes of all time. It’s just a brilliant blend of foodstuffs. I do miss the excellent steakhouses in NY, such as Smith & Wollensky’s, Palm, and (especially) Peter Luger’s.

Today, Kenny, Noot, and I went to MC Skewer. It used to be Todai and it’s pretty much the old food at Todai (sushi and assorted Asian food) combined with a churrascaria (Brazillian BBQ). The meats are quite tasty. I particular enjoyed the two different types of sirloin and the bacon-wrapped chicken. The hostess that greeted us pronounced the new named as em-see skyoo-wer. I don’t buy it. It’s McSkewer…as in McLovin

McSkewer totally wiped me out for the day. I was content to drink (coffee and wine) and not eat a thing until Sunday. Unfortunately, Noot got hungry and Kenny ordered Chinese food in the evening. I ate a little bit and felt like The Revolting Blob again.

Now, for some cool Swedes I watched yesterday.

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It’s a Different World

My friend Andy’s girlfriend, Mod, has a special visitor — her grandmother. Her grandma has never traveled too far from the village she’s from and it’ll be her first time in Bangkok. Granny prepared for the trip by purchasing her first pair of real shoes. I imagine she’s only had basic flip-flops before.

She was worried about staying with Mod, because Mod lives on the ninth floor. Granny has never been in an elevator and was unaware of the concept. When she got into the elevator in Mod’s building, she sat down when the door closed.

When she looked down from Mod’s balcony, she wondered about all those fast metal things. She thought they were a variety of ducks she’s never seen before. Mod had to explain that cars look small from very far away. Grandma was convinced that the cars were driving themselves since people are too big to fit into very small cars. She’s enjoying spending time on the balcony, watching the cars go by.