It’s been a pretty shitty week to be a Canadian. Mad gunmen shooting up Parliament. Sexually violent media personalities who used to run an interview radio show I once listened to regularly. Our neighbours to the south, and the economy we’re tied to, look like they’re about to step once again into the mouth of madness and elect the same crowd of vicious lunatics and corporate stooges that fucked up the global economy last decade. Our vodka-loving, gay-hating neighbours across the Arctic are rattling sabers at the world. And on top of that, it looks like our sitting Petro-Tory government really are the fraudulent crooks that shouldn’t be in power like all sane people thought they were.
Of equal importance, I have four months left in my current job. Maybe I should stay here since I don’t seem to have a real Canada to go home to?
Yeah, I know. Four months left! It’s like I just got here, but time passes quickly when you’re complaining. This is all part of the cycle of unreality in Korea. You live year by year and while a year can be forever, it’s also a really short time. The “Neato!” quickly morphs into the “Get me the hell out of here!” which finally calms down into the “The end already? It can’t be!” in your head space and you’re suddenly kicked out of your rut.
One of the three main signs of being middle-aged is constantly worrying about your potential future of being an elderly drain on the system. (For the record, the other two are constant aches and pains, and lusting for people half your age.) I have been thinking about what I’ll be doing at the end of this contract pretty much from the day I got on the jet for my hell ride (Never fly Delta. Never go through the USA. May LAX fall into the Pacific.) to Korea last year. Now I actually have to start acting on this stuff and get my resume and whatever documents I may need prepared.
Will I be asked to stay another year at my current job? Do I want to do that? Does anyone else want me or will my age and lack of Brad Pitt-level attractiveness force me back to the sofas of Canada? Can I move back to Japan? Would my job there be as good as my last one or will I be overworked and underpaid like some salaryman? Go home and learn a trade? Give up and go on welfare? Fret, fret, fret.
I haven’t been too pleased with my photos lately. It’s becoming obvious to me that I’m pretty bad at manual focusing but I keep using old manual lenses on my digital Pentax… At night, with the aperture wide open which makes getting the focus perfect a priority. Which means I might suck at cameras.
While I think most of you dear readers know this already, here’s a quick info dump about what I just wrote means: When you set your camera to to a really low “F” number (It’s one of those settings you never use on your expensive DSLR. Just stick with “Automatic” and you’ll be fine.) the amount of stuff you can get in focus becomes really small. In some cases it’s the difference between having an eye in focus, or having an ear. I seem to be pretty good at getting ears even with the camera beeping at me. That’s why the faces you see here are blog-fodder instead of getting shown off as examples of my awesomeness on Flickr. Lots of ears.
I might sink some cash into a couple of more digital lenses to replace the manual lenses I’ve been using. You know though… I have four months left on my current contract and may have to save some cash. Might be a dumb idea to buy something that will go for $20 at the pawn shop in a year or two.
I drew some D&D character concepts recently.
I’m part of a small crowd of expats who have been trying to get our D&D on for the last few weeks but scheduling has been a pretty big barrier. Most of us have apartments that are too small to host in and we all work a wide variety of hours. Also, a lot of these folks are of the Nu-Geek breed that have fulfilling social lives in addition to their nerdy hobbies. If it came down to a choice of a Saturday night rolling dice, or going out and getting laid, there will be many Orcs remaining un-slain.
At this moment I would like to add that I feel no resentment to the new, better socially-adjusted breed of geek. So feel free to attractively cosplay, academically criticize games, demand better representation, and otherwise continue to mainstream my youthful refuges, kids. I will not threaten to murder or rape you over it… Unlike a large number of shitstains you’ve doubtlessly become aware of recently. Feel free to give those guys a wedgie if you meet them in real life.
P.S., If you see your face here and feel *really* uncomfortable with it, drop me a line on FaceBook and I’ll swap it out with something else.