the inevitable riveting rivulets signifying the rainy season's presence

in my last addition to this aetherspace, i made mention that i hadn't written for about a week prior to that posting, mentioning some trite tripe about not boring the tens of you who actually read this with our antics that didn't seem to change much from week to week.

well, even a longer period of time passed before i could be bothered to add anything else. the rainy season--something not experienced in the u.s., yet seems to last all year in england--settled into korea the weekend before last. in korea, the rainy season is not like it is in china or southeast asia--that is to say, it's not extreme--there are rarely major floods like you see every year in china, the rain doesn't come at you from all angles (including upside down), and you can see the sun periodically during the rainy season here.

right before it starts, the days are muggy and sticky, like the insides of the jolly green giant's boxers as he scans his favorite porn sites. each day in the buildup to the rainy season's start sees the percentage of humidity ratcheted up from the day before until it literally seems you can make a fist and squeeze water from it--or beer, if you're still drunk from the night before. the sun bakes you in indolent pleasure, grips you in a vise of inflamed, yet wet, distaste and tries to wrestle your will to exist from your very marrow. 36 degrees celsius during the day feels like the inside of satan's rectum, and 27 degrees centigrade at night feels like the inside of a transvestite's scrotum.

in those days leading up to it, the average person feels as energetic as an old dog on valium. walking is laborious, breathing air is like drowning, and any movement above the pace of a snail in winter is likely to make your shirt as damp as a maiden's groin at the sight of brad pitt--or of rory daly. it is with this unlikeliest of descriptions of the buildup to the rainy season that i leave you my excuse for not writing lately: it was too damned hot.

the rains came, however, and save for one full day of sun last saturday and a few patches here and there of sunny cheeriness, it has rarely left us. for the most part, the daily temperatures have been much more bearable, though the mugginess still pervades malevolently and ardently, like an marathon of oprah winfrey reruns. the nights are actually pleasant and are fine for sitting outside and cavorting until sunrise with your best mates and drinks.

i have actually been rejuvenated by the rains, one major reason why i don't mind the rainy season at all. the problem was this: i was still being a lazy git about writing here until carlos, filmed below whilst engaged in some paranormal activities not normally associated with norwich football (usually, these sorts of shenanigans are reserved for sunderland fans), posed this question:

"dave, why haven't you updated your site in so long?"