ADVISORY TO FANS IN UIJEONGBU

Cheer loud.

(Thanks to Ted Habte-Gabr, a big fan of soccer, basketball, and all things spherical)

Comments

[Suzy Q]

First to cheer the anti-fans!

[monkeyshines]

Did anyone else get the house in the banner section that exploded into a crying baby?

[Layzeeboy]

Kim wanted vigor.....Kim got vigor.

[Bill]

Uijeonbu was where the TV show MASH supposedly took place. Didn't know it actually existed...

[obi wan]

"Ted Habte-Gabr" anagrams to "Grab the beat," NTTAfunnyWT...

[O. the U(manity)]

That's whut makes football (soccer) so great ... the enthusiastic exchange of supportive feelings among the fans ...

[ScottMGS]

I suppose that he could have asked them to write a critical report of themselves just like after that whole karaoke thing.

[Ross]

I would have thought the message from this story is not to cheer loudly, but to root vigorously.

[Mr Death]

Police in the Gyeonggi Province city of Uijeongbu have booked six people

And if they ever do it again, next time they get a red card.

[rickh]

well, it won't be hard to find that Kim person. in Korea the name "Kim" is a surname more common than Smith in the USA.

it might be easier to find someone NOT named Kim.

Ted was very proud of that pic with whoever the girl is behind those "spherical objects" when it was taken in '99 or 2000, btw.

[Prairie Dog]

Ok, I could be really wrong about this, but I think Uijeongbu is pronounced Wee-jon-boo by non-Koreans. Which, frankly, would be a good chant at a game. Again, I take my facts from MASH, so please consider the source.

[Prairie Dog]

Actually, I was stationed in Korea in 88-89, and I caught chicken pox of all things, and was sent to the medical unit that the 4077th became. Its some hospital in Seoul now. I didn't see any place called Uijeongbu, but then again, it was a long time ago and it would have been written in Hangul.

[EB]

Ted HappyGrabber, of all things spherical..

I'll pay for that one,, EB...(just don't shoot me in the thigh)

[Mike Antonucci]

OK, apparently I'm the only one on this blog who has actually been to Uijeongbu. Let's just say some people may be lackluster because North Korean missiles are aimed at them.

[Meanie the Blue]

There now. That wasn't so bad, was it? Please take your seats.

[Betsy]

Why, no! It was actually quite comfortable. And I'm glad to know where y'all are.

[Bumble]

*stumbles in dragging various kilt furniture*

Hope I got everything.

*flops down on the ottoman of exhaustion*

[Meanie the Blue]

Er, Bumble ... we were planning on getting new furniture to replace the old worn out stuff, but thanks for the initiative.

*Plops onto the divan of deviance*

[Bumble]

*pitches Blue headfirst into the brand-new custard pit*

[Meanie the Blue]

*Discovers new Custard Catapult™ feature*

*Using the advanced infrared target profile scanner, locks in Bumble profile*

*Launches coordinated cluster of special non-staining formula chocolate, lemon, butterscotch and kiwi (experimental flavor) toward furniture area of New Kilt*

[Bumble]

*watches and giggles with glee as Blue's ammo splats on a very well-designed Alfred-built Bumble replica*

Thanks, Alfred!

[Alfred]

I will post videos of the robots doing the Macarena.
I am here. Glad to be here. And a lot less nervous.

[Bumble]

{{{Alfred}}}

Anything useful from the police?

[neophyte]

*enters, dodging flying custard*
Nice touch!

But in a way I am sorry to leave the old kilt; I wish the thieving, no-good, betraying, so-and-so HAD showed up because I would dearly have loved to give him a piece of my mind! Not that I have a lot of pieces to spare. Still. It is bad enough to be robbed, but to betrayed by a friend is.... well. There aren't words.

I'm sorry you are going through this, Alfred.

{{hugs}}

*scoops up a handful of custard and takes a taste*
Chocolate-butterscotch-kiwi. Um. Interesting.

[southerngirl]

*raises hand*

here!

um...why is there custard everywhere?!?

[southerngirl]

neo!

didn't mean to step on ya :)

[neophyte]

Hey there, Southerngirl! S'okay, I step on my own self all the time so I'm used to it. Anyway, you didn't really step on me, you sidled up nice and close.

*holds out hand* Want some warm, slightly used chocolate-kiwi-butterscotch custard?

[OtheU(manity)]

*steps quickly thru door ... slips and nearly falls on ... "slippery" stuff ... regains balance, catches breath ...*

Shhhhhhhh ... pull the shades ...

I think I wuz followed ...

[Alfred]

We are trying to get the location of the house the betrayer is staying in. I pass it every day to work -yes, getting a new route- and will have a friend get the house number on his way here.

We have to be monitering the house all day. It seems that because he was a "Resident" he can legally enter the house. Not going to happen. But we have to realize the legal limits.

I will be going to different pawn shops to check on the systems. I will also be going to different stores that I bought equipment from. Maybe they can offer a discount or replacement. I know a couple of the companies that make the stuff that was stolen - He his right to my heart by stealing videogames- and they have great replacement policies. Especially if we can prove it was stolen.

Bumble- Your robots shoot tapioca out of there heads.

[OtheU(manity)]

There may be some chance, Alfred, of replacement or discounts, if you paid for items with a credit card ... (I realize that not every young person/student carries credit cards, but that's a possible solution or option ... maybe ...)

Also ... if he has the "right" to entry, having been a "resident" ... I would think that you (still residents) have the right to restrict that access to when at least one of you -- or a police officer ... or both -- is/are present ... especially given the fact that he is an alleged perpetrator of felony theft, and being sought for questioning in relation to that theft ...

Merely trineta help ... and ... y'all don't wanna know how we take care of that sorta stuff around these parts ... especially those of us Nodaks who have certain "ordinance" items in the house ... the trick is, employ ordinance when the trespasser/thief is INSIDE the house ... or ... has been warned to leave (in the presence of witnesses) and he/she refuses to do so ... not wantin' to intrude upon others' sense of legal/religious/moral right and/or worng ... merely sayin' ... if y'all feel threatened, go ahead, and perhaps aim low ... if y'all feel you are mortally threatened, aim a bit higher ...

[Alfred]

OTheU- I assure you. Such ordinances will be present when he makes any come back.

[OtheU(manity)]

Of course now I hafta go back to the fundamental rules that have been ingrained on my mental processes for many, MANY years ...

Never point a weapon @ sumthin' you do not wish to shoot ... and ... never shoot @ NEthin' y'all do not wish to seriously damage, or werse ... (in self-defense, of course ...) ... but, don't wait too long ... don't let the threat become too close to you ... only close enuf to be sure of your aim ... (and, inside your domicile, the range is perty short ...)

Another consideration: If ... and that's a HUGE "IF" ... I wuz gonna use such equipment ... I'd use the lightest/smallest available at the moment ... to avoid (if possible) causin' projectiles passin' thru seven walls on the three neighbors next door, and harmin' people ...

For example, I'd use the .22 Long Rifle as opposed to the .44 Magnum ... not to name names, or NEthin' ...

[Alfred]

OthU- There is an Army base nearby. I know members of it. It will be there guns being aimed. I know who will be in charge personally, he will chose the correct "usage".

We are kind of sick of feeling like a prison in our own home. One of my roommates is already talking about possible moving out.

Also, I wrote this for the blog. But it deginantly describes my emotions at the moment.

Review: Der Casa Season 1

The first season of Der Casa was definantly an interesting one. Who would imagine the life of 3 nerds would be so interesting. They band together telling inside jokes that few would get. "Your mother had an entire species named after her Homo Gordatis" I actually had to look up that phrase to find out what was so funny. And then I laughed.
Even the name of the house needs explanation. "It's Der Casa it is German for The Casa."
The actors seem in top form, both being great friends, and trying to be individuals. The episode were Tuan didn't invite Haus and JAred to the poker game was really well written out.
I must say that Antoine De Le Monsa is impressive with his facial features as language nazi Tuan.
Jason Ackelman and his deadpan renditions of making out as Jared. " I need to make out more, but I don't know any girls that can help me practice. You know, give me tips on my technique."
And of course Kenneth Steinhaus as Haus the understated liar. The episode of him trying to watch a movie, and pretend that he has already seen it is priceless.
The side guests for "Jared Thursday" is always amazing. Lisa Turnrow has added a lot of flavour to there dealings.
The best part about the show is how timely it really is. They slowly stopped watching TV and began using Youtube. What ever shows they liked they would watch on the shows website. It showed the transition that much of the American Populace was doing as well.
Of course having to add such flavor was difficult for the writers. Having these dopey nerds that didn't seem to be going anywhere needed a story. So they introduced quite a few darker elements. Some seemed a little tacked on. Haus' home town being a place of rugged men and outlaws seems a bit far fetched seeing as he is played as such a city nerd.
Then of course there is the attempts with Tuan. De Le Monsa seems to be portraying him as slightly Girly. To the point that Tuan has difficulties getting girls to believe he is straight.
Haus, "Our drama teacher thought we were dating."
Yet Tuan's character is more of an inner city nerd reject. And far worse is that Tuan is the famous one of the group.
The biggest fault I have with the writing is the introduction of Andrew. The childhood friend of Tuan seemed a bit to much of an add on. Sort of a "long lost cool dude" kinda of guy. The writers never seemed to add him in to the fray correctly. This adds even worse as they tried to create a drama about him. The exwife was way to much of a stress. I realize the world is small. But Andrew being the exhusband of Haus' highschool buddy is way to much of a stretch.
That the last episode of the season involved the robbery of the much touted Wii from Der Casa seemed to be trying way to hard.
In an interview the head writer, Tom Berginsky, had this to say, "The truth is, Andrew was based on an actual guy. My roommates had let in some guy, thinking we were helping. And then he robbed us. I was thinking on this when I introduced Andrew. I think I have come to grips with all of this now. So 'Andrew' shouldn't be back to much."
The portrayal of Andrew's character by the always strange actor IchNeinLiebenMeinLichen -yes those are capitals-, was very strange and never really worked with the rest of the show. I think MeinLichen should go back to the Hard Rock he pretends to play.
There have been rumours that Andrew may have done even worse. Jason Ackelman said that he may not come back for a second season. We hope he does, it wouldn't be right with out him.
The producer, Steve Veinger, did give up some info on the possible next season. The visit by stage Actors Greg Kinnelson and Erika Kunata as Haus brother and sister in law will be interesting.
Also the intro of Nathan Gutsman as Tuan's brother Neh San will be a lot of fun. So it seems that the show will get back to its comical side much more in the next season. The drama was enjoyable so long as the characters were enjoyable. And frankly, the 3 men of Der Casa were such an amazing group that a second season is needed. Here is hoping that this season will be the best.

[OtheU(manity)]

Sounds better 'n' "24" Alfred ... IMHO, NEway ... one may only hope that your show is renewed for another season ...

(As to Life imitating Art ... your descriptions remind me a bit of the time on "Friends" when Joey wuz locked inside the cabinet by a burglar ... twice ... merely sayin' ...)

[Alfred]

I like to think this household is a bunch of superintelligent idiots. Sophmoros if you will.

[Alfred]

So a joey reference is pretty accurate.

[Alfred]

Here is hoping none of us do a bad spinoff

[Meanie the Blue]

Just a thought here, Alfred. If you don't want someone to find this thread, including their or your names here is probably not a good idea.

And it's now two-cent time: As far as aiming things that have been known to cause injury or death, it's not worth the risk of jail time or liability over some property, no matter how valuable the property or deserving the recipient may be. Genuine self-defense is one thing, but taking revenge has the potential for great collateral damage to you and others. Keep it under control, buddy.

[OtheU(manity)]

EXcellent point, 'Blue ... which is sorta how I intended that disclaimer @ the end to be understood ... tnx 4 clarifyin' that point ...

Your ownself ... OK ... self-defense ...

Property (or revenge) ... hey, it's merely "stuff" ... not werth the problems and hassles and societal censure ...

Part of the problem, however, might be to determine the intent/mindset of the perpetrator ... his/her attitude might flash from "ripoff" to "no witnesses" in a literal heartbeat ... I can't pretend to be able to judge another's situation before the fact, or from afar ... so ... hesitant as I am to suggest it ... erring on the side of caution (preventative measures) might be the most practical choice ... in some circumstances ... mebbe ...

Gotta say tho ... MB(RH?) had a scare a few years ago ... we've established certain "defensive" plans should such arise ever again ... and I had a situation not long ago where I wuz actually standin' in my kitchen, and not knowin' if the undesired party @ the door wuz gonna break in and cause a problem ... yes, I had ordinance in my hand (behind my back) as my preparation for such a scenario ... fortunately, the police were @ the doorstep within 90 seconds of my call to 911 ... no shots fired ... eventual safer environment ... merely sayin' ... Boy Scout Motto: Be Prepared ...

[daisymae]

hi, folks.

(steps daintily over custard)

what's happening 'sides the pudding fight?

[cyn mbe lp]

hi daisymae! we're hiding. *sigh* i'd rather just road-trip on over to alfred's n kick the stolen stuffin' right out of the dipshite former room-mate.

*loads trebuchet with tapioca. aims at perp*

*SPLAT!*

there. i feel better now.

[cyn]

daffy ..but better!

[Alfred]

Meanie the Blue- I have a hard time hurting flies. We have a mouse in our house, and are having a hard time killing it we are such pacifists. So relax. We had a feeling that there might be more then meets the eye on this - more then just the roommate- and so far, we have no way to doubt it. He says he stole the stuff to gamble with.
He was at the house today. I called the cops. He confessed to the theft to them. So we have a confession. I don't know if he is lying and using the law for his side, or if it is true. But he has said that there are others robbing us. Trying to get money out of him. they want to hurt him. I drove him to his new residence. Will take all of his stuff into the van and give it to him if he comes back. But he is not allowed in the house.
he wanted his laundry cleaned. We had gaurds posted as he did his laundry. It sounds so strange and surreal.
The worst is that I don't know when it will be over. My other roommates -non jerks- are wanting there stuff back. Wether we get it or not is a real question. The number is at $3000-4000 worth of money and items. And we haven't found everything out yet.

If this was a noir, we should have listened to the dame... his exlax.
Driving him to his new residence, with the idea that we might be shot simply created a new understanding of my buddies in Iraq.

[Alfred]

Begins firing kiwi pudding at everyone.

This stuff tastes pretty good after the shock.

[Bumble]

*hauls Blue out and disinfects the custard pit*

*fills doughnuts*

Breakfast!

*hugs Alfred again and sneaks him an extra doughnut*

I hope your stuff (or at least the value of it) is recovered. You be careful.

[Alfred]

Bumble-Thanks for the Doughnuts.

We may speak with a judge on ways for repayment. Seeing as he has confessed, it should be easier to get Community Service out of him.
My room mate has the idea that we have him clean up yards and stuff and we get the money payed to him. 3 hours a week or something. If the judge approves, we will have a legal way of getting our money back.

[Alfred]

Onto jokes that usually involve the kilt.

Ahem

Mojito, Movito, underwears!!

[Sarah J]

I've gotten a request for someone to join us, a ingo dot loof at vaillant dot de.
Does anyone know who this is?

[OtheU(manity)]

Looks kinda suspicious, since you asked me, Sarah ... but then I'm paranoid about some stuff ...

Anyone else?

Bueller?

[daisymae]

I don't know him/her.

[OtheU(manity)]

... wonderin' if that "dot de" is Delaware or Denmark or ... ?

[Sarah J]

I think it might be for Deutschland

[Meanie the Blue]

Sarah, you are correct. Would you mind forwarding the request you got? I'd like to check it out.

[OtheU(manity)]

Well, Duh ... should've thot of that ... yeah, have 'Blue check it ... could be a phisherperson ...

[Bumble]

Yeah, .de is Germany. Let us know how it turns out, Blue.

[OtheU(manity)]

So ... if "de" is Deutschland, then ... whut's Denmark? Merely curious ... "da" for Danska?

[insomniac]

maybe .dk ?

[Alfred]

Donkey Kong?

[Sarah J]

I got proposed to yesterday (well, Saturday) in the Mal Wart parking lot. The ring's pretty, and fake, and the guy was probably 17 or 18 years old. I don't know his name, it was part of a video scavenger hunt or something.

[Alfred]

Love at first site.

[Meanie the Blue]

Sarah -

I g00gled the address of the "dot.de" emailer who has requested Y-Kilt membership. The only web entry that came up was a website called "Project H0ney P0t", whose aim is to identify computer servers that have been used to send out sp@m.

It seems that that email address, although in the format of an address in Germany, is actually located physically on a computer in Brazil. Further, the PHP website gave an example of emails that were sent out under that address, which showed the subject line:

Subject: Vi@gr@ and ci@lis for everyone!

Bottom line - do not approve membership!

Different topic: you didn't say whether you accepted his proposal or are still considering it......

[insomniac]

some of those greeters take their responsibilities way too seriously...

[Bumble]

If it was a greeter, better turn him down. He's waaaaaay too old for you.

[neophyte]

Blue, I'd like to hire you as a private investigator.

Alfred, I now have the DK.... Donkey Kong! Song stuck in my head. Thanks, I think.

Sarah, I love the proposal; sounds like a fun scavenger hunt!

And *snork* (as always) at Insomniac.

[Alfred]

ooo wap oo wap
get down with the kong

[Alfred]

Are we talking about this rap

[OtheU(manity)]

Yeah, Sarah ... sum of them greeters @ Waldo's are even older than I do be ...

[neophyte]

LOL that;s the one I know Alfred, yep.

And it sounds like O the U has switched from rap to scat: doo be, doo be, doo be dee dop bop

[Alfred]

But of course.

[Sarah J]

I said yes, because it was on video, but I probably won't marry him because I don't know his name or anything about him, and there's someone I'd rather marry, so I can't marry the malwart kid

[Alfred]

ooo oooo Who?

[Sarah J]

You know who. There's only one person I've ever seriously considered marrying, and I've considered it for several years now, from the moment I saw him interact with my family about 3 years ago until I heard he was getting married, and then again since I heard that wasn't the case after all, and even more since I heard he's going to be my sister's neighbor. But it's complicated, and I'm not sure why. Maybe it isn't complicated but I make it complicated in my head? Maybe it's way too late to be awake and I don't have my wits about me? Maybe I need to talk to my sister? Maybe I need to talk to my dad? I don't need to talk to my mom, not yet, because I'm not ready for her to freak out and make me feel like things are even more complicated than I already do and I remember her reaction to meeting him and then to my running away (not from home, but from him, although she did freak out when I ran away from home and drove to utah without telling anyone until I got here) Maybe I'm totally rambling and not making sense.

*shuffles out to go sleep (because she doesn't have enough energy to skip tonight)*

[Alfred]

*lets her sleep*

Love, it isn't supposed to be complicated. It is, but it's not supposed to be.

A paraphrase from a good friend of mine.

[OtheU(manity)]

Hmmmm ... yeah, Love is simple ... except for the difficult parts ...

[southerngirl]

*scratches and claws her way out from the depths of RL craziness*

hi, guys, what's...

aaacckkk!

*is dragged back down into the depths of workforce craziness*

heeeelllppp meeee!!!

[Meanie the Blue]

*Tosses lifesaver to drowning Kilt-mate*

[southerngirl]

aw, thanks, blue!

*munches happily on lifesaver*

*takes deep breath*

*dives back into work*

(diving into a pudding pit is lots more fun...just sayin)

[Alfred]

I remember this dance we had in Idaho. I had gotten covered in paint earlier.
We were painting fruit trees to keep away flies. Well thats what we were told to do. I had put some paint on my hand, and given everyone back slaps. This lead to me having jars of paint thrown at me. I thought it was a cool looking new style that I had. The paint and all. But no one else saw it. Eventually the clothes were turned to rags for cleaning.
After the service project some one produced a speaker system with some music. I danced with this girl that was simply amazing. She could dance, and was energetic, and happy, and wonderful, and even more.
She had the usual farmers thickness about her. This doesn't mean she wasn't beautiful. It just means that she could drag a cow out of the mud all while yelling obscenities. Most of the girls I knew had this about them, so I didn't really think of it as bad.
I went home and all I could talk about was this green eyed girl that I danced with. I kept wanting to dance with her more. My parents laughed and let me enjoy the crush. It faded soon enough. She dated some other guy. It didn't really bother me. I got to dance with her. That was enough for me.
Many of the dances I went to as a young teen were just fun, and no one really thought of high romance. Just crushes and laughter. I was making a point of it in fact.
Then I moved and the new school thought for certain that even speaking with a girl meant you were dating. Or could be at least. They kept expecting more rules. I kind of stopped going to dances. They had to be these big lush events, with so much to do, that you barely danced. And everyone sat at the side wondering when someone would help them dance. And everyone feared to ask, they might be dating if they dance.
So now I am older. Much better friends. Getting to be really good at dancing. My parents wanted me to teach my sister to dance. As I whirled her around she began to smile. I had done this whirling around before since she was a non-walking baby, but now she could be a full part of it. The smile never left as she said, "This is fun!"
And I had to wonder when all the expectations for a dance would slowly dissolve away. She needs to simply have fun at dances. Maybe a little romance, but all in fun. Love should be fun. I mean really, Love should be about wanting to hang out with some one else. Instead its about wanting to like everything, and making sure to control the other.
Love isn't complicated, some people just want it to be. I think people should realize that they will fall in love with a million people and yet the one they chose will have more then just love.
So I am hoping that as my sister goes to dances, she will simply enjoy the dancing. And maybe there was a guy that was fun to dance with. They flirt a little bit, which seems required when dancing. And then She will dance with another guy. This will continue hopefully for a long time. And she will tell me about all the guys she danced with. And maybe that one guy she danced with. And I will chuckle, the same way my parents chuckled so long ago, and I will let her enjoy this small, amazing, and fun romance.

[Alfred]

*fills pudding pit with new flavour*

Licorice.

[cyn]

eek!

*searches frantically for the wet/dry vac*

*does ew! ew! ew! dance*

[Meanie the Blue]

*Adds peppermint*

[Bumble]

*thoroughly empties & cleans the custard pit*

*fills it with a sensible flavor (chocolate)*

*tops it off with cool whip, milano cookies, and whole mint leaves*

*erects force-field over it which cannot be lifted without my secret password, fingerprint, and retinal scan*

[Alfred]

*Prepares robotic versions of Bumble for operation, "Cherry Jello"*

[Bumble]

*keeps eyes and fingertips away from Alfred*

[ASK, by any other name]

Had forgotten why I loved you all so much. Good thing, I guess. Just like when my folks moved away and I had to follow the dog to track them down.

[Alfred]

That is a good dog.

*Notes the hairs left by Bumble*
*Prepares cloning of only eyes and fingertips*

*builds other pudding pit*
*builds strawberry cola pit*

[OtheU(manity)]

HIya, ASK!

How y'all been?

(I'm older ... or did I mention that already?)

[Alfred]

By some strange form of Quanta I am younger.

[cyn]

HB??! ...did we miss it? it's not on the calendar!

*hugs Unk* *flogs self (not Self)*

smoochies!

[cyn]

*hugs bumble*

*tucks mint sprigs into braid*

*discretely barfs nyquil pudding onto blue's keyboard*

[damnyankee]

wow, a guy's gone for a coupla days, and look what he misses

alfred clones bumble, cyn pukes (discretely)on blue's keyboard, and bumble said "erect" *snork*

[Alfred]

Far more, I have just placed new pudding pits into the place.
And have replaced the old Pudding pits pudding with peppermint.

*Awaits Bumbles attack*

Welcome back wayward Kilties TCK, and ASK!!

[TCK]

so is wayward pretty much the same as lost?

[Alfred]

yeah, pretty much.

[OtheU(manity)]

Naw, cyn ... it's not on the calendar becuz I haven't had a birthday since ... um ... a long time ago ... them "anniversary dates" that the SSA is counting up have been "non-birthdays" fer ... a bunch of years ...

I wuz merely mentionin' to ASK (& Them Others) that I managed to get thru one more day ... again ... and hopin' for the same tomorrow ...

(Hugs cyn back ... & nebuddy else wantin'/needin' one ...)

[cyn]

*yanks t from between the e's and slaps it behind `em*

(n discreetly barfs alsotoo, d#mnit!)

[kibby F5™]

Now that I've got this fan, what am I to be advised about?

*looks at fan in wonderment*

[Bumble]

I won't attack you, Alfred. You still haven't wrecked my custard pit; it's the one with all the heavy protection. I'm confident it's safe.

Girls, when you want the good sweets, let me know. I'll lift the force field.

*tackles TCK, kibby & ASK with glee*

[Bumble]

♪♫♪ ‘Cause I'm all alone. There's no one here beside me. ♪♫♪

[Alfred]

Here

Figure out the Photoshop to this picture.