➸ ᴊᴀᴇɢᴇʀ ʙᴏᴍʙs: journal posts.

Obviously, to distract us from the imminent horrors of powdered bacon, it's time for a game.

You know it's the transdimensional seamonsterpocalypse when...

Append as desired.

I finally got to talk to my niece on the phone today, for the first time since I got here. These time zones are hell for trying to get ahold of family on the other side of the planet. If I want to catch her awake, I have to be up at 3 am.

It was worth it. There is nothing like a 2 year old's squeals of joy when she realizes who's talking to her. I made her promise to draw us a picture. More good news, my middle sister is pregnant again. I told her to name it after me if it's a boy.

She laughed.

Is it entirely too much to ask for a cup of coffee in this place that doesn't taste like it came out of a kaiju arse?

I'm already forced to share quarters with far too many of what only barely qualifies as human males, all of whom apparently subscribe to the mistaken notion that bathing would somehow ruin their record.

It might be the end of the world as we know it, but for the love of GOD, if we're going out, I'm not going out living in a place that smells worse than a Thai prison. And don't ask how I know what that smells like.


...it was the 80s.

Ten years ago last week, Sydn

Most of us have lost someone in the years since We cannot lose sight of

If I haven't introduced myself yet, I'm sorry. I'm Herc Hansen. I'm grateful for the chance to work with all of you.

Am I supposed to say anything else here?

And here I thought Louisiana was hot. Louisiana ain't got a damn thing on Hong Kong.

I've only been here near a month now, but it feels like I was leaving the States just yesterday. It's hard to believe I'm here. Been to a lot of big cities, but nothing like this. It's enough to make a man feel like a kid again. The first time Ma took me to Baton Rouge, I thought that was the biggest city in the world. Now I write to them from halfway across the world, and none of us can hardly believe it.

Last night was a seriously long night. I just want to sleep for a thousand days.

Did I miss anything? It feels like I missed something.

Wait, was a shoe actually thrown at the J-TECH meeting? That's fucking hilarious.

One of the best things about being in Hong Kong, recently problematic plumbing aside, is that it's in the same time zone as my home town. It's actually easier to skype home from here than it was in Sydney, which is a little insane.

Father's Day catch ups become a bit more poignant when they're done at long distance. Apparently absence easily makes you the favourite child? I'm taking the advantage while I can.

Hope all of the dads in the dome (Aussie or honourary) had a good one.

GUYS

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I realize you've probably heard this one before, but just hear me out.

THERE HAS BEEN AN ELVIS SIGHTING IN THE SHATTERDOME!!!!!!!!

I REPEAT: ELVIS IS IN THE BUILDING

I don't remember getting drunk last night, but I swear to fucking god I saw someone walk through a wall.

Am I crazy?

I'm probably crazy...

What is with the showers?!? It's like they've got a mind of their own! I can't get a consistent temperature AT ALL. I could barely stay in it long enough to finish washing my hair!



Was anyone else having this problem, or was it just a bad luck day for me?

Anyone seen a copy of the Lotus Sutra lying around? I seem to have misplaced mine....

Anyone here play football? Some of you might call it soccer. I used to play, and we had a good group of players for pick-up games back in Peru. I miss

The arcade currently has:

Beer

Me

A Nintendo 64

And Mario Kart

I'm taking challengers now. You take damage, you take a drink.

Anyone else getting a little stir crazy in the Shatterdome?

I don't know how well I do in the city, but sometimes I feel like the walls are closing in. I guess that's the country boy in me.

( Private to Andre )

I've been trying to think of a good way to introduce myself on here without repeating everything I've said the last two weeks (my name is Andre, I'm from Brazil, yes that means I know how to dance, and yes we are the most beautiful people on the planet), but I keep sounding repetitive. Boring. I promise I'm neither.

So let's play a little game to get to know each other. This one's called Marry, Fuck, Kill. Comment here and someone will give you three people (feel free to do it yourself if you're so inspired), real or fictional, and you'll tell everyone who you'd marry, who you'd fuck and who you'd kill. No cop-outs. You can't pick two for one, or three for one, or none of the above. I've always found these answers to tell me more than just about anything outside the drift.