I’m happy to see 2010 go.
2010 started on Geoje Island, in a smoke-saturated apartment building run by the shipbuilding company that also controlled the university where I worked. It ends in better quarters in Busan, but I still have to work for another employer I’d rather see broken and busted. What’s more, the cipher who should run interference between me and the Korean management is (profanity alert!) one of the most egregious and repulsive cocksucking assholes I’ve ever had the insult to know. If I don’t break every bone in his upper body with my right hand and stomp on his lower extremities with the dirtiest parts of my shoes on my last day, it’s only because actually doing it could hardly compare to the joy I get fantasizing about it every time he gets near.
Yes, I plan to return in 2011 with poisoned pen, new eyeglasses, and new electronic toys. I will podcast again. And, I will do all this AND take a vacation! That is, if I’m not in prison for murder.