Korean Christmas

Hello Family, I miss you all the most at Christmas. Here is a little photo show of how I spent mine. We had a really nice meal at a restaurant and then everyone came back to our apartment for a traditional Parnell Christmas Eve sleep-over.


The family sitting down for Christmas dinner.


Rawk around the Christmas hawk.


. . . I'm actually friends with these people.


This is King Santa. Because of this man I got to eat turkey, stuffing and cranberries on Christmas. God bless you.


Was I naughty or nice? I really can't remember.


These aren't the real Santas, these are just his helpers.


This is the Irish version of Santa Claus.


Bryan and Bryant. Two of the greatest minds of our generation.


The tree and the lute!!


It's family tradition to have a mini keg. It's no Molson Canadian, but it will do just fine. Also, check out the manikin in the background. One of the better gifts I received this year!


Babes in their pollution masks.

SNL - A Special Christmas Box

You've probably already seen this shit on your little sister's blog, but it's still funny.

Ghost of Korean Christmas

Well, Merry friggin Christmas everybody! We're all sad over here in Asia. But, some of us are finding small miracles in the darnest places. Here is a Christmas tale writtien by my roommate Collin about being sad, but then getting completely annihalated on Baccardi and learning the true meaning of happiness. Enjoi.


I was a lonely soul…lost…deeply saddened that I was spending my first Christmas somewhere other than the motherland, Canada. To my surprise, and delight I was blessed with a foreigner Christmas party to help lift my spirits. What started as an innocent Christmas gathering turned into a religious awakening. It all began with a festive bottle of Bacardi. One glass turned into two, and two turned into a bottle. Then some wine and a glass or three of eggnog, plus a rousing game of FLIP CUPS, at which I am now internationally known!!!

It could have been the time of season, or the people, or maybe it was just the copious amounts of alcohol consumed, but slowly my spirits were being lifted, and so were my clothes. With every piece of property I was losing, it was like shedding a layer of sadness, and bringing me closer and closer to a Christmas miracle. First it was my jacket…then my scarf, and finally every personal belonging, including my wallet. Finally I was free…and drunk!!!

I could no longer string together a sentence, and had reverted to cave grumbles, but somehow I managed to get home (with the help of a trusty friend who will rename unnamed but be referred to as the ghost of Korean Christmas.) I awoke with a wrenching headache, and a not so good feeling in my stomach. Somehow I was still not in the Christmas spirit. I decided that maybe going for a walk would help.
I stumbled my way to the corner store, and picked up a carton of milk. On my way home I started to feel a slight twinge in my stomach…could it be? Was it time? It was. I hunched over and released all the pains keeping me shackled to this loneliness. Upon completion a miracle sent from God or Canada occurred.

When I lifted my head all I could see was white, finally I was cured, and a single puke tear streamed down my face. Somehow, standing in a dirty alley, with vomit at my feet, and crazed Korean screaming in my ears, all faded far, far away . . . an angel had blessed me, and IT WAS SNOWING!!!!! My journey was complete and I was one with the snow…I can only hope that those tiny white pieces of snow will last for a long time, but if not I can sleep at night knowing they have brought my happiness, if for no more than a single day…

Cheer, Collin


Mr. Hanky, the Christmas milk puke. Hideee Hoooee!

Sk8 Life

The Van City gang has thrown together a drama. "Sk8 Life!" This is an actual movie about making skate videos and making ends meet. It's casted by all real skaters, so you can assume the quality of acting is nothing short of brilliant. But besides the Grammy hype, it's a really fun, good feeling, low-fi movie that makes me want to run out and buy a damn video camera. The plot is the classic "it's the best summer of our lives, but we don't have enough money to pay for our house, so we gotta skate so hard that we save the world . . . " you know the classic drill. And they drink beer and ride minis and pools. Kris Foley plays the father figure to all the little rug-rats, who are totally stoked, except Dustin Montie. Dustin is entering a critical point in his skating abilities where he is considering breaking away from the crew . . . but what about the house Dustin, we gotta save the house!! Will Dustin come through at the end and help out. You gotta go download this ish for free and find out. www.sk8life.com

Banksy in L.A.

“Art show of the year!” my arse. Banksy’s L.A. warehouse show, hosted by every commercial activist in Hollywood, was loved by all . . . except people who like animals. Banksy, the renowned London graffiti, stencil, stuntman continues to fight commercialism with . . . well, total commercialism, and enormous pink elephants. Yes, why did we never think of this before? Brad Pitt, Angela, and their checkbook, were present to witness the profound presence of an elephant painted pink to match a wallpaper pattern backdrop. The message: poverty is like a giant floral elephant. The other message: it’s ok to paint animals and sell them to movie stars.

Animal people were totally pissed at Banksy. And this isn’t the first time. At a show in London, where he had painted sheep and other mammals, a woman locked herself to their pen in protest. Response: the dealer thought the woman made a great addition to the exhibition and left her there. In any case, I believe the paint was nontoxic, and the animals were all cared for properly, but I can’t help but think this painted animal thing is retarded. I would rather see a painted human thing. Paint David Blaine or some-shit. Although Bankster’s L.A. show was a hit for most, his website is littered with hate mail, and people threatening to attack him with tranquillizer guns. And where is Mr. Banks after all this cuffufle – now he’s painting these crappy stencils in the Gaza strip, or some stupid shit like that.