I don't get North Korea

And in this matter, I'm in good company. NOBODY understands NK. They're completely whacked.

All I can say is that, if Pyongyang is vowing to oppose an American invasion to the last man, it seem such a shame to disappoint them.

(Note: nobody's even suggested at North Korean invasion except North Korea. One of the best suggestions I've heard is that Pyongyang wants to be invaded so that the outside world will see the starvation and feed them. However, what I actually believe is that they're completely delusional and basically whacked.)

News: "New York Mayor Michael Bloomburg says he will mix security with entertainment this New Years.

Among other things, they're banning large packages from Times Square (that's the security part), and putting police sharpshooters on top of roofs overlooking the events. That's the entertainment part.

Boring mundane stuff

I tried to get my hair cut yesterday. The barbershop is closed Mondays. I tried this morning; the line was long enough that I had to cut out to make an 11:00 phone call. I went back after that; they'd closed early for New Years.

My head is shaggy.

Popcorn

Scene: Lis and me, staring at the clouds of smoke billowing from our popcorn maker.

"Well, I suppose, if an item is going to go, it may as well go spectacularly."

"Damn ants."

See, a few months ago, we had ants infest our kitchen, and eat the insulation in our espresso machine. Which we never used, so didn't notice. But the ants also infested the hot air popcorn maker. I thought they didn't eat too much of the insulation. But, well, I was wrong.

I mean, it was rather impressive -- the electric spark when I plugged the thing in, the billowing smoke. . . I think I'm not going to spend too much time trying to repair the thing. . .