Again?!

This is probably the closest one’d get to posting anything political as one can’t hold it back any more… !@#$%^&! Yours truly’s delicate sensibilities just can’t handle the noise.

Right. It’s the packaging and delivery that matter.

Oh, and editing…

And framing…

 

That’s all there is to it.

Now. Can we just fast forward and get this done and over with? Or just leave one alone to attend the more pressing matter of 1s and 0s?!

Learning Should Be Fun

These days, I would look at who makes that statement.

He’s an app developer promoting his ‘educational’ app aimed at children (or the children’s parents so they would let their children play with said app). “Oh, well. He needs to sell his products,” I’d say.

He’s a kindergartener. Fine, then. He is in that phase in which having fun playing is his primary learning method.

He’s a freshman and I’d scream, “MY. LEFT. FOOT!!! What are you! A kindergartener?”

 

Since when is learning required to be fun? It can be. But should it always?

Learning how to say goodbye is never fun…

“What’s in it for me?”

For one thing, it had been an act of defiance to get the other party to see IT from my point of view and thus see the ludicrousness of such offer or order. Yet I was taken by surprise to find myself voicing it out loud as I asked myself that question silently at that very moment.

In the past, I would go quite willingly with such offer even if, by calculation, I got shortchanged, so to speak. I would easily list 10 reasons why I shouldn’t take the offer and 11 reasons why I should. This time, even with the reassurance of a win-win outcome, I couldn’t get past this: I don’t like you.

It had been so long since such question had arisen in my life. Have I changed that much? Or has the answer changed?

Or perhaps I should ask that question more frequently from now on? Frankly, I’d rather not. Constructing a list is boring and a list with a rogue pointer will only send me to debugging hell.

So. No, thank you.

Going Rogue #2: Hwarang, Penultimate Week’s Afterthought

One doesn’t usually bother writing about kdramas one finds less than satisfactory. So this must be a lunacy, possibly with a capital L, on one’s part. This drama must have caused one’s wiring to short-circuit. Otherwise, how should one explain the following baffling experience…

At the end of episode 18, Sam Maek Jong walks into the Royal Court, interrupting whatever debate the court is rolling, and introducing himself as the King. Yet, one’s brain played a different game: “7 things Sam Maek Jong might be thinking whilst strutting…”

One came up with these initial possibilities…

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