(Jeremy Irons has a lot of talent.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady served spicy pork and rice for dinner. The meal was good. The meat burned a hole right through my tongue. I actually thought the pain would never go away. Wow. I love hot stuff.
I watched The Borgias. The series is a Showtime production featuring Jeremy Irons. He stars as the pope. Irons is a great actor. He's lost none of his chops.
Jim studied math for three hours at his academy. Then he practiced the fiendish Korean tongue with his mother. He did great. Consequently, my wife wasn't forced to beat him with the Spoon of Justice. The boy compliantly did as he was told...similar to a Nazi. Perhaps we're raising a future fascist dictator. Oh well. A job's a job.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. The bible is a strange spooky tome. The coming of Jesus is predicted way back in Genesis 3. His crucifixion is foreshadowed in Psalm 22--a thousand years before the actual event. How's that for eerie?
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. I drank coffee and read the paper. A businessman got fined 60 thousand dollars for opening a lingerie bar in Seoul. The peninsula is very conservative and sexually repressed. Even porno is outlawed. That's why prostitution has been thriving here for thousands of years. Paying to get one's rocks off is very common.
I turned on Fox News. The FBI is still hunting for the Boston bomber. I bet it's a Pakistani with a green card. He probably found out that one of his relatives got blown to bits in a drone strike. Now he wants payback. This war against terror will end up killing us all. Mark my words.
It's almost 5 p.m. I'm chewing on a pencil and writing in this stupid blog. Poor old Smith is knackered.
Anyway, talk to you later. God bless.