Lost in Seoul

Okay, so I like Lost. Great mother fucking show. And on it there are two Korean characters who speak pretty much only Korean. So over here they like it just for that reason. One of the actors is pretty damn famous over here and has been in a shit load of movies. Anyway, I was in Kyobo bookstore yesterday and made my way to the DVD section. There right up front is the box set of Lost season 1. I already own it, so no need to buy, but right there on the cover is a little Korean note all about how Kim Yun Jin is on the show. She gets more attention than the guy who plays her husband, simply because he's just a Korean American guy and has never worked in Korea. The whole thing makes it look like she's the star, which is fine, but I notice that there is what appears to be her autograph on the package. Hmmm, her signature, the xoxo and her character's name. Nice. Printed or real? Well I check the next box back and it's got nothing. So I'm left thinking it was a real autograph and she just happened to stop by and sign it. Honestly that's really possible here. So should I have bought it? Maybe. But I'd much rather just meet her here and get an autograph first hand.
I just remember the time I saw Lt. Hip from The Man With the Golden Gun at Seoul immigration and think how easy it is to run into Korean celebs here. Not to brag, cause no one knows, but I used to frequent a gym where plenty of local TV types also worked out and have spotted actors on the street in my old Seoul neighborhood. For all the millions of people here, it's a small place...

Welcome to the year of the dog

Another year gone and another one about to suck. Though this new year's eve I did attempt to be social. It was hit and miss to be sure. Along with just about everyone I work with I went into the country....and by this I mean, we drove twenty minutes from the subway and stayed in a campground....meaning a bunch of cabins up the street. No rustic fun here. Running water, cell phone reception, taxis five minutes away and a Norae Bang right there for your singing needs. Korea is never very country. But anyway there was plenty of drinking, some roast pig, some singing and some new people met. Oh boy. New people. It was an adequate evening all around, but I think the one thing I've realized is that I'm old. And I would have been just fine home by myself with a beer and a movie waiting for bed. Not that I was miserable out there or anything. Just that being like that holds less and less appeal for me. Wild and crazy is getting old. Saturday there was no girl. Nor many options. Most there were either already taken or not even under consideration. When it comes down to the fat chick with "drunk" before her name, well then there are no choices...2006 has come in like a lamb, with no resolutions and no attempts to shake things up or start over. Let's just hope it's not worse than last year.