Who Let the Monks In?
Dr. S used to go to a lot of tech trade shows. Over the years, he's experienced a handful of what are known in techie circles as "perfect geek moments": an object of high-tech lust presented by a bodacious booth bimbo. Occasionally, revealing costumes are involved.
Just a block away from SardonicLabs Asia Regional Services HQ (aka SARS HQ), there is a five-story high-tech store (tukcom) that is more or less a permanent trade show. It's one of the most popular stores in town. All the major consumer tech vendors (Apple included) have presence there, and each day they one or two of them does a product preso on the main floor. Today it was Samsung's turn: five teenaged girls, in their underwear and high heels, danced and sang songs about Samsung's latest cell phones.
That's how the locals serve up perfect geek moments. But the real reason Dr. S has more or less taken up residence in tukcom has to do with what's served up in their basement: an air-conditioned (big deal here) "food court" featuring about a dozen vendors who prepare your selection to order and never charge more than 80 cents.
As I left tukcom just now, I was passed at the entrance by two Buddhist monks, a rare sight in this town. As I saw them enter the building and pass the area where the next team of teenaged girls (a singing duo from Nokia in white miniskirts) was preparing to go on, I just couldn't keep myself from singing (albeit at a faint, polite-Asian volume), Who let the monks in? Who, who who, who-who?
Just a block away from SardonicLabs Asia Regional Services HQ (aka SARS HQ), there is a five-story high-tech store (tukcom) that is more or less a permanent trade show. It's one of the most popular stores in town. All the major consumer tech vendors (Apple included) have presence there, and each day they one or two of them does a product preso on the main floor. Today it was Samsung's turn: five teenaged girls, in their underwear and high heels, danced and sang songs about Samsung's latest cell phones.
That's how the locals serve up perfect geek moments. But the real reason Dr. S has more or less taken up residence in tukcom has to do with what's served up in their basement: an air-conditioned (big deal here) "food court" featuring about a dozen vendors who prepare your selection to order and never charge more than 80 cents.
As I left tukcom just now, I was passed at the entrance by two Buddhist monks, a rare sight in this town. As I saw them enter the building and pass the area where the next team of teenaged girls (a singing duo from Nokia in white miniskirts) was preparing to go on, I just couldn't keep myself from singing (albeit at a faint, polite-Asian volume), Who let the monks in? Who, who who, who-who?
posted by Dr. Sardonic at 4:55 AM
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Doctor Sardonic - usual avenues of communication are being blocked. Please contact SysmLabs. Use the provisional safeword ("fisty").
Yeah. We don't know your secret code.
Not that I want to talk to you anyway.
Re: teenaged Asians in underwear and high heels -- did you manage to keep your pants dry this time?
So did you survive tonight's game? My solution: I got liquored up and changed the channel around 9:30. I can't even bring myself to check the web for the final score.
Also, you're a pervert. Which is hot.
Dr. Sardonic is such a hot pervert, he needs to be hosed down.
tits: been following the Sox via the Bangkok Post; so far, I like what I'm reading!
Mini-tits: if you post that photo one more time, it's going to start yellowing at the corners.
But I think you're cute!
mmmh, fresh cooked thai food in thailand, made by little thai people... tasty. hows the raw pork?!?? maybe thailand not so good for raw porky-porky, either the edible or the fornicable(although i guess they are both somewhat interchangable in a country where life is cheap...)
the pork-pork comment could be a perverse twist on the Tracey-Hepburn-Poitier classic "Whos Coming To Dinner" into "Who Coming on Dinner in Sukumvit"... oh no, i'm going to that dark sticky place...
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