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Don't know what Baekjae or Goguryo are? Do you still think Silla is a Roman general? Looks like you need to brush up on your Korean History. Here are a few animated maps to help you do just that in no time!

Animated Map of Early Korean History

I thought this map was really great, a thousand years of history in a few minutes:
http://www.ecai.org/Area/AreaTeamExamples/Korea/KoreaHistoryAnimation.html

Korean War Maps

Korean war in 30 seconds:

A more detailed account:

And a more subjective yet detailed video in two parts:

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Busan Kotesol mini-conference

We have a conference coming up on June 4. The images were sent to me as PDFs and wordpress seemed unable to display them so below are screenshots of the posters with links to the PDFs for higher quality.

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Soul Trane – PNU

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It’s early and the bar isn’t crowded yet. There are only a couple other people sitting at the bar, most likely the bartender’s friends, based on their interaction. I think we all look as a girl walks in, book in hand, and sits at a table two down from us. She sets down her book and takes out a pack of Marlboro Lights and a blue transparent lighter and sets them down on the book and she walks back up to the bar. She comes back, Budweiser in hand now, sits down, lights up, picks up her book, and reads. My friend looks over at the other two of us. We’ve all been watching. “That’s awesome,” he says. We all nod and take a pull off our beers.

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Soul Trane is the kind of feels like your cool uncle’s basement. There are records all over the place, a drum set set up, a big screen projector TV, and of course, the bar. Its red brick interior feels homey and comfortable, while still exuding a party atmosphere. In investment terms, it’s chill, with an option to get rowdy. Wait, what?

Soul Trane is in the basement of the same building as Crossroads. It’s got a good setup for live music, and drinks are cheap – 3000k for Red Rock beer – not bad at all!

Directions: PNU Metro exit 3. Walk straight out till you get to a main road (Starbucks on the corner on your left), and turn RIGHT. Go through the busy intersection past Busan Bank and go one more block and turn LEFT. Soul Trane is on your right.

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Day 4- Road trip from Madrid to Barcelona!!!

Sunday 8th May, 2011

We thought about catching the Renfe speed train to Barcelona, but cost wise, it made more sense to hire a car and road trip 600km's across the Spanish country to Barcelona. They advise that it will take around 6 hours (by they, I mean fellow travellers and guidebooks) so we figured we'd make it well before 4pm. We set out on our newly hired red mini, which we organised through Hertz. Daniel is used to driving on the wrong side of the road, as he has done so for the past 8 months in Korea, so for him, this was all too exciting. We packed up the car with our luggage and snacks and off we went as we followed the directions we printed off google the night before.

Our start time wasn't what we wanted, so at 9.30am we were still having trouble trying to find the exit. Once out of central Madrid, we were on our own. We still hadn't had breakfast (bad idea) so it was disappointing that we had reached our first hurdle so soon. We managed to back track and get back on the A-2 freeway.
The road to Barcelona!!!

The road to Barcelona!!!

About 30 minutes into the trip, we exited to find somewhere to eat. We had chips and chocolate in the car, but we needed some ham and cheese. We found a little suburb, that only had one cafe open. I suppose, it's early on a Sunday morning, the chances of everyone being at church or still asleep were pretty high. Still, we were lucky this guy was open.

We walked inside, sat down at the table and the waiter came over. I ordered us 2 cafe's con leche and two bocadillos with a zumo de naranja (orange juice) The meal was prepared really quickly, and like always, tasted perfect. With our belly's full, we were now in a better mood to continue our journey.

The scenery to Barcelona is quite flat, but green. We were lucky to see deer along standing in the farm fields in the distance. Unfortunately I was unable to take photos due to the late reaction I had when I saw them, but they will forever stay in my memory. Every so often, in the distance, you could see stone houses that were debilitated and and crumpling. On our drive, we came across a town that had a castle!!! We were so excited, we decided to exit and go check it out. We parked our mini and walked over to the castle. Turns out, we were now standing in front of El Castillo de Torija (The Castle of Torija) It was massive!!! This was the first castle I had ever seen in real life, and here I was touching it and standing on it. Arghhh!!! As I looked around and marvelled at life (I was having one of those moments) I looked up and saw swallows flying in the sky around the Castle's towers. It was such a beautiful sight. We drove around the town for a little while to get a feel for it before we got ourselves back onto the freeway.
Torija- We are here

Torija- We are here

Our hot set of mini wheels

Town of Torija

Daniel at Castillo Torija

El Castillo de Torija

I love how blue the sky is in this photo

We noticed that as you drove, every few km's, in the distance you could see a giant, black, metal bull. It was quite funny, as the bulls would appear from out of nowhere and it felt like it was almost stalking us. We made sure we took a long break and drove into the city of Zaragoza.
It was clean and green and very family orientated. We parked our car at a car station (something else I noticed, street parking in Spain is near impossible, so you always have to park in a parking station) and walked over to a nearby cafe. We ordered some empanadillos, which are a tinier version of an empanada (a South American pastry, which you fill with cheese, meat, seafood or vegetables) to start with and then Daniel ordered a vegetable paella and I had some creamy pasta. We originally thought we'd stay a night hear in Zaragoza when we drove back to Madrid, but after seeing it, the town seems abit 'sleepy' for us, so right there, on the spot, we decided, we would either stay in Barcelona an extra night or drive home earlier to Madrid. We didn't stay long in Zaragoza and as soon as we finished our meals, we continued back on the road.
The bulls watching you...

The bulls watching you...

The landscape

Here we come!!!

It was now late in the afternoon and we were both getting alittle tired. We were still jetlagged and hadn't stopped since landing in Spain. It was all Go, Go, Go- this was definately not a relaxing holiday. We made a few stops along the way and although I didn't have to drive, I had a go. I wanted to help Daniel split the driving time, but I'd only driven on the other side once in Vegas, but this time it was different. We were driving a manual car. I can drive a manual car- I own a manual! but the gear stick was on my right side now, so it was hard for me to get used to it. And I really didn't feel like causing an accident. I drove from a toll gate to the next and then Daniel took over. I really appreciate everything he does. Nothing is ever a problem and everything has a solution with him. Love you!!! x
Its a Freeway Hotel that bridges over the road, sooo cool!!!

Its a Freeway Hotel that bridges over the road, sooo cool!!!

The giant speed meter in the mini

We soon started seeing the signs to Barcelona and could feel we were close. We could see the Port of Barcelona sign and we knew we'd made it. It took a castle, stalking bulls, rest stops, getting lost, but 10 hours later, we were rolling into Barcelona, like we owned the joint.
The Avinguda Diagonal is a long stretch of road that, that leads you to the centre of the city. We had to take a few rights turns- First into the Plaza de Joan Carles 1. From there, we had to take a slight right into Carrer de Les Magdalenes and around the corner, would be our hotel La Catalonia Catedral.

We had abit of difficulty finding it as we couldn't see the street names, and the majority of the streets were one way. We stopped at a parking station not far from the hotel (at the time, we didn't know how close we were) and attendant helped us out with the directions. After hours and hours of sitting in a car, it was nice to come home to a hotel room. We settled in and had a lay down, before venturing out. Las Ramblas was waiting for us!

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Taxi Please: Tips for Easy Riding

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Coming to Seoul from Chicago, I felt that I was equipped with the basics for urban survival. I could use public transportation with ease, large crowds of people did not make me nervous and I was accustomed to simple daily tasks taking extra effort because city dwelling demands it. Little did I know, that something as common as taking a taxi would prove to be challenging in Korea.

Our first ride in Seoul was a breeze, but only because we got the taxi outside our hotel and the doorman directed the cab where we needed to go. He even gave us the helpful hint that black cabs are pricier than the white or silver. It seemed easy enough that on our way back we could simply flag down a white or silver taxi, give the driver our well known hotel name (which sounded the same for Koreans and foreigners alike) and be off.

Much to my surprise, easy it was not. When it came time to return, the first silver cabbie we saw stopped. It was a good start. He rolled down his window and spoke before letting us in the cab. I presumed he was asking where we were going and when I said Shilla Hotel he shooed us away. While it
seemed uncalled for and unfair, I had been refused a ride in more than one city before so I did not think too much of it.

When the next cab pulled up, I decided to be more aggressive and get right in. I enthusiastically used the only Korean I had and said “anyohasayo” followed by ”Shilla Hotel please”. The driver looked ahead blankly and did not move. I tried again slowly, “S-h-i-l-l-a H-o-t-e-l” dropping the please in case that was
confusing him. Nothing happened. After a few more tries, I began to panic. How many ways could I say it? Then my husband tried. After several more slowly spoken Shillas, I was officially sweating, but we were off. As the driver dodged in and out of traffic and I looked out at my new city, all I could think was
this might be a lot harder than I anticipated.

Fourteen months later, amongst many other things, I have mastered taking taxis in Seoul. Ultimately, having a little Korean under your belt will improve your odds of getting where you need to go, but there are things you can do in a pinch that do not require advanced language skills.

While it may not be rocket science, I promise the following bits of information are valuable to taxi takers in Seoul, new and old alike.

BLACK, WHITE or ORANGE: PICKING A TAXI

There are different types of taxis in Seoul and color often determines the taxi’s type. It is important to note that while black cabs are certainly more expensive than white cabs, ALL taxis in South Korea are cheaper than most major global cities around the world. So in a bind, do not fear the black cab, it will
likely only cost you an extra 5,000-7,000KRW.

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Sports Day Triumph (in drag)

As a kid in elementary school I always looked forward to Track and Field day. For one whole day classes were cancelled and all the students were allowed to display their athletic talent (or lack thereof) in a series of olympic-like events of their choosing. While some kids(usually the same fatties that hated P.E. class) pissed and moaned about having to spend the entire day pitted against their peers in physical competition for nothing more than the chance to earn a shitty ribbon, I took it quite seriously and wanted nothing more than to dominate and bring home as many shiny blue first place ribbons as possible.

At the risk of seeming like a complete rube, I must admit that I was almost just as excited for “Sports Day” (Korea’s equivalence to Track and Field day) at my school. Clearly this is not because I would be competing in any events nor receiving any ribbons, but I was mainly excited because I knew–if nothing else–that I would be spared from teaching classes and would be able to spend the whole day outside.

As preparations were being made the week before, I began to wonder what my assigned roll for the day would be. Up until this point the only thing that was certain was that I would need to wear athletic clothes.

When I’m finally told by one of the other teachers (with my co-teacher translating) how I will factor into the day’s events, I’m a bit surprised as to what I’m tasked with doing. First I’m told I will need to pull a cart around a giant circle in the middle of the field.

No problem.

Then I’m told that the object of the event will be for the students (in this case, sixth graders) to stand around said circle and hurl as many small beanbags as they can into cart before the time runs out.

It sounds odd and a little painful, but I’m still game.

Lastly, I’m told that I will need to wear woman’s clothing, preferably a dress.

At this point I look up and repeat what was just said to me to make sure I understand correctly.

“Wait, you want me to dress up like a woman?”

I ask for clarification but in all actuality I understand quite well what they are asking of me. For my part in Sports Day, they want me to go drag.

I was still wrapping my head around having to dress up as a woman when I’m asked if I owned or could get a hold of any cosmetics. I start to laugh fully thinking they’re joking, but apparently my involvement was not going to be a half-ass production. They wanted me to go all in.

Lucky for me I have some experience with cross-dressing. In the seventh grade school play I was “lucky” enough to land the lead role in a comedic spoof of Sleeping Beauty. Not really the tyoe of role that launches one’s acting career, but at least it was enough to prepare me for my upcoming Sports Day debut.

After agreeing to do my part, I return to my desk and contemplate on how to secure some woman’s clothing within 24 hours, without having to spend any money. I put out a quick message on Facebook and before the afternoon is out I have arrangements to go pick up not one, but two dresses from nearby friend. That’s right, bitches. I had options. Oddly enough some friends had just thrown a transgender party (don’t ask)not too long ago and a couple of my buddies still had their drag wear laying around. In other words, my cry for woman attire was answered by men. Because I figure I couldn’t possibly be lucky twice in one day I decide not to look for make-up.

That night I try on both the dresses and make my final decision: a black tube dress that shows off my shoulders. No sense in going drag if you can’t look good, right?

The next day I show up ready to go, not sure of when the event I’m in will be held. As my official Sports Day day uniform, I am given a neon yellow athletic polo. It looks like something you might wear if you were planning to hike up a mountain and then play 18 holes of golf once you reached the peak. I’m not fond of the color but realize I it’s a lot better then the black dress that is neatly folded in my backpack that I will soon be wearing.

As it nears time for me to take the field for my event, I’m greeted with good news and bad news. The good news: I won’t have to wear the dress. The bad news: They’ve managed to find some bright pink lipstick for me to put on.

Instead of the dress, I’m handed a white blouse, a beige bucket hat, and a plaid pair of what looks like the Korean equivalence of bloomers. I keep telling myself that I’m doing this for the kids, but it hardly helps. The lipstick is quickly smeared on my lips and cheeks and I take the field looking like a transgender ajumma circus clown.

At least I wasn’t alone. One of the other male teachers, a guy around the same age as myself, had to dress up and wear lipstick as well. Only his attire resembles that of an ajossi pimp. He would be pulling a cart in the giant circle opposite from mine that the opposing team of sixth graders would be tossing beanbags into.

As we entered our respective circles, I imagine we were thinking the same thing: please let this whole ordeal be quick and painless and may no photographic evidence ever surface on the internet.

A strike of the gong signals the start and almost immediately I’m pelted in the face with a bean bag. Then and only then do I realize the shear rediculousness of having an event like this for Sports Day. This was in no way the display of athletic grace and finesse that I took part in as a kid on Track and Field Day. This wasn’t an exercise to foster healthy competition amongst the students. This was something that probably should’ve taken place at a school carnival, where professionals could have been hired to take beanbags to their face and nether regions. I don’t remember any mentioning of this in the EPIK brochure when I was first applying to teach in Korea. But maybe that’s just my bruised ego talking.

After the spectacle came to a close I retreat into the building to wash the make-up of off my face and change back into my neon yellow referee shirt. Before the day is over I witness several other questionable Sports Day events and help out as much as I can and generally enjoy being outside whilst cheering my students on.

Would I agree to do something similar if it took place back in the states?

Probably, but as I alluded to above, most Track and Field days in the U.S. wouldn’t involve foreign cross-dressing circus clowns. Looks this will be another experience I throw in the “cultural differences” category.

Ciao,

Kimchi Dreadlocks

Day 3- Tickets to the Bull Fight

Saturday 7th May, 2011

We managed to get two tickets to the ever popular, yet controversial bullfights. We bought our tickets online through the galicia.com website as the month of May was the start of the bull fighting festivals and we had to get in early. The process of buying them over the internet was smooth and we opted to pick up the tickets from the ticketing office.

We woke up on the morning of the bull fight to the sound of rain. This was not good. I didn't know what this meant. Would it be cancelled? Is it one of those events that goes on whether it rains, hails or shines???

We caught a cab en La Gran Via and headed to La Plaza de Toros. The ticketing office would open between the hours of 10am and 1pm for customers that wished to pick up their tickets. We had the option of having them delivered to our hotel, but because the office was so close to where we were staying and I was worried they may get lost in the mail, I preferred that we picked them up.

We got to the Plaza early and they still hadn't opened, so with the rain now pouring on us and not having any umbrellas or having anywhere nearby to buy one, the shops open at 10am remember.... we found refuge in a cafe and ordered two cafes y bocadillos. I remember the waiter was really... I can't find a word to describe him. He wasn't rude or even arrogant. He was just quite straight to the point and fast!!! We had around 30 minutes for the office to open so we kept ordering coffees and orange juice so that he didn't kick us out into the rain!!! hahaha.

We decided we'd spent enough time at the cafe and the rain had sort of stopped so we figured we'd make a run for it. We were probably a 5 minute walk away from the Plaza but because of the rain, we ran down into the metro station and opted to catch the next metro to the Plaza de Toros. It only cost ?1, so it was cheap enough and we didn't get any wetter.

I pulled out my receipt and passport as proof of purchase and proceeded to the first available window. I showed the lady my paperwork and she told me I had to go around the corner and print out the cardboard tickets from a blue machine. So we turned around and went looking for this machine. We went half way around and couldn't find it. As we walked back to the sales window, Daniel spotted the blue machine and I had to type in the registry code. Finally!!! I punched in the numbers..... and they got rejected!!! By now I was somewhat..... annoyed. I went back to the sales window and told her what the hell is the go with the machine. She took my paperwork, looked at it and told me I was at the wrong place. I wasn't meant to pick up the tickets from here. I was meant to get them from the Galicio ticketing office because I bought them from there. So all this standing in the rain and jumping from metro to metro was my fault. I read the instructions wrong and I could only get shitty at myself. *Grrrrrrr* Before we left I asked the girl if she knew what would happen if the weather kept up like this. She told us if it kept raining and the bullfighters deemed it unsuitable to fight, then it would be called off and our money would be refunded. The only problem was, they would announce it at 7pm, which would be the start of the bullfighting and so we had to be there to hear the announcement. Double *Grrrrr*

By this stage I was so over it. I couldn't care less about the tickets anymore. I was over running around in the rain and I wasn't entirely over my jetlag, so I was just grouchy. I just wanted to go home and snuggle.... or have our tickets. Either way, we jumped back in a cab and headed to Plaza Del Carmen, where the Galicio office was located. Daniel gave me a hug and a kiss and told my not to be a moopey monster anymore and everything would get sorted out. And he was right. We managed to collect our tickets with no problems and could only hope the rain would ease...or stop completely.
The ring at 8pm- It's still daylight lol

The ring at 8pm- It's still daylight lol

Now. I am not one for animal cruelty and I know alot of people that know me, would be thinking 'oh my gosh' Tahnee, how could you go to a bull fight. Afterall, I am an animal lover, who ran her own dog grooming business and worked as a vet nurse... BUT, I do believe in tradition and this is what I set to do in all my travels. Experience the country's culture and they may include things I agree with or not. They are not my customs back home. The Spaniards have been doing this for many years and honestly, it is something I've wanted to see.

It was now the afternoon and we decided to have a siesta before heading back out to the Plaza De Toros. By now, I didn't care if we got to see the bulls or not. I was just tired from all of the mornings drama and I was happy to just go out for Paella or some churros y chocolate.
We woke up at 5pm, opened the curtains and BAM!!! the sun was shining back down on us like it was the middle of the day. The sky had completely cleared and it was safe to say the Bull Fighting was on!!!

We thought it'd be a good idea to catch a cab to the Plaza and not have to deal with the crowds and pickpockets on the metro. However, we only managed to get as far as the Plaza De Alcala because in front of us, the police had closed off the streets due to a damn PROTEST!!! Trust this to happen in Spain, eh?

The cabby driver was very nice and him and we were laughing about the dumb protesters and how they muck up everything for the everyone else. He suggested we get off and walk over to the Retiro metro station , which was the nearest one and catch the next train to Las Ventas station, which is the stop for the Plaza de Toros. With that, we paid him and crossed the protesters as we made our way to catch the metro.

We got off at Las Ventas and the station was already crowded with eager bullfighting fans. Outside the Plaza de Toros there were alot of street stalls selling souvenirs, drinks and food, so we bought some chips and spent ?8, the equivalent of $10 Australian Dollars for a 250g bag of lollies!!! You'd hope they were the best tasting lollies for that price lol

The band

We soon got out tickets checked in and were shown to our concrete seats, in the Sol/Sombre (sun/shade) side. You could rent padded seat cushions for ?2, but we decided we would be ok with our numb bums for the next 2 hours.
Los Toreros coming out

Los Toreros coming out

Los Toreros

Los Picadores- Lancers on horseback

The donkeys, or burros, or burritos

7pm on the dot, the band started up and out came the horses, the honorary bull fighters and the donkeys. We watched as the bullfighters presented themselves in front of the crowd and more importantly, the judges. I really didn't know what to expect as I had never watched a bullfight before, not even on youtube, so as I stared and waited, the bull made a pounding entrance into the ring and spotted the first target. The bullfighter, or toreros, stirred the bulls up abit, swaying their targets, before the judges blew the horn and out came the armoured horse and rider. It was their job to spear the bull in the back when it rammed into the horses side. It was interesting seeing how the horses handled being attacked by the bulls horns. They were blindfolded to keep them calm and steadily balanced themselves. When the bull was speared by the rider, the toreros would then come in and distract the bull away from the horse. Once again, the judges blew the horn and out went the horses and in came another team of toreros. They teased and targeted the bull, spearing him and making him weak. On the third judges call, the main torero, or matador, finishes the bull with a sword known as the 'estoque' by spearing him right in the middle of the shoulder blades.
After the bull is no longer alive, the band starts playing again, as though to celebrate the victory of the toreros and matadores and the donkeys come out to carry the bull out of the ring. In total, there were 6 bull fights, as the toreros each have two fights.
The bull appears

The bull appears

The bull about to start his fight

Daniel at Las Ventas

The Spanish crowd

El Toro y Picador

Los toreros teasing the bull on the third round

The bull in the second round

El Matador y El Torro

It was really interesting being there, and being witness to such an event. Never in my life did I ever think I would be there and see it. I looked around the crowd and although many were tourists, many of the locals were there with there children and it was obvious that this tradition will be a hard one to end, if it ever does.

Goodnight Madrid x

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phobia.

Only a few people in the world, my closest confidants, know this fact I am about to publicly declare. It is not something I am proud of and it is a downfall I must work on daily. I can handle a lot of gross things, disgusting bathrooms, cleaning out the cat box, hearing from my mother about how I was conceived. But there is one thing I just can't deal with.

Socks. Yup, those nasty things on your feet.

Socks gross me out. A lot. Not feet, no feet I am fine with, I even like feet! That's pretty weird too, most people hate feet, but I think feet are funny and natural, I would even say some people have cute feet. Socks, on the other hand. Not so cute or funny. They are disgusting. Downright rotten. Dirt and germ catching feet gloves that develop outlines of feet when they have been worn too long. It's awful to even think about it and I have to stop being so descriptive because it is making me a little sick.

Korea is quite possibly the worst place for someone with such a phobia. Number 1, it is cold, so socks are quite necessary, unlike my previous location where flip flops were suitable for every occasion. Number 2, Koreans take off their shoes in most situations including school and show off their socks like fashion accessories. My kids take off their shoes when they come into my classroom. So all day in my classes, I stare at socks.

I have a serious affliction when it comes to socks, I hate them but they fascinate me as well. They are like "little people", they freak me out but I can't look away. (Hey, I used the politically correct word didn't I? I'm not that awful of a person...) It was bad at first, all I could look at were these kids' socks. I mean I studied them. Noticed all the different kinds, could see the grime outline of their little toes when they sit in certain positions, watched the feet under them wiggle their toes (which would be cute had the thin layer of cotton not been covering them) and became almost obsessed with them.

Thankfully, Korean kid's socks are much better than most American kids' socks and are usually clean and pretty cool. There are all kinds of different designs, some with Spongebob or Hello Kitty, others with polka dots or stripes. My favorites are the ones that make an animal when you hold your two feet together. The variety of socks in Korea is actually quite shocking. Plus they are always matching. Always. One would never pair a striped sock with a Pokemon one, that is unheard of. They are considered a pair and should be discarded when the matching is lost. I appreciate this logic, yet also enjoy the irony of the mismatched sock myself.

This sock loving culture has actually changed me. These harsh words towards socks are coming from a deep, dark place inside my soul which will always cringe at the thought of the word and the visuals it produces. Yet, I can write this post and feel okay with it. I almost, almost, in the loosest sense of the word, like socks here in Korea. I had to wear them this winter and it was difficult for me. But I can buy several cute pairs for very cheap and then throw them out when I decide enough is enough, usually after two wears or so (this Korean sock intervention has made it better, but I am no where near a normal person.)

I am even brave enough to wear my socks just for fun because they are so dang cute. I would say that is at least number 7 in the 12-step program. Go me. Thanks Korea, for helping to ease the psychosis that is my life.

Eric's new socks!

my piggy socks =8)

typical sock assortment

Big Bang socks!!!

I think these are hilarious...

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