Never utter racial slurs against Buddha on his mountain.

A few days ago I was informed by my ever wonderful girlfriend that we would be going hiking on Saturday. It always seems wrong to take a perfectly good Saturday and go climb a mountain. But we did climb it and I did enjoy it. Despite my initial grumblings. I always say I'm like a horse. I complain when you take me out of the yard, but after a while I find my pace and stick to it. I just wish that I was hung like one.


Above: You can see the eyes of the doll on the dashboard. His name is "Groover."

Well, the sandwiches got made and everything was ready. Now all we need to do is to drive there. The cherry blossoms are coming out in Gyeongju and it makes for a picturesque drive. Sufferers of hayfever may want to find a different country.


Above: This is a photo from the beginning of our hike up.

About this time I said to my girlfriend. "There better be a talking statue of Buddha, a Burger King and a harem of women with ice cold VB when I get to the top of this, or you're in big trouble."


Above: Stairway to Buddha.

Some of the trail was stairs cut out of the rock. Other times we were climbing over the rocks and other times I'm not sure we were even on a trail. It was about here that I used racial slurs against Buddha and his mountain. Soon after this photo was taken it started raining on and off.


Above: This is a shot from close to the top. We still had about another kilometre of trail yet. But the view was really nice. We stopped here for a rest.


Above: Spring is the best time to be in Korea.

Every Spring I am renewed in this country. It reminds me that despite the drab and dull cities, the hills and mountains are a wealth of beauty. It's a shame that too many foreigners here spend all their time in bars on the weekend and their days recovering. They're missing out on the one thing that makes this place bearable.


Above: This sign was our half way point.

We finally made it to the top. Now we could turn around and walk back down the mountain. We stopped here to eat the sandwiches my girlfriend had lovingly prepared. She's a champion.


Above: The object of my derision.

Here is a Buddha carved out of the rock. Although I still stand by my curses, by this point in the hike I was enjoying it.


Above: "G'day Buddha."


Above: The temple.

This temple has got to be in the most out of the way spot. You have to use a rope to get down to it. There's not a lot there, just a shrine, some water and speakers broadcasting chants to the valley. Pretty cool really.


Above: A shrine.

These little shrines litter the hillside. I don't know a lot about them.


Above: Graves.

Korean graves also litter the hillside. I like that you can be buried in the hills here. It's better than a stuffy old cemetery. Although, I'm never keen on being reminded of my own mortality on a morning walk.

The acid flashbacks always come when I'm trying to land the plane.

Dean is really into blow up dolls and rings his mail order supplier and says he wants something absolutely realistic.

The supplier says he has just the thing. "Life-like Tina." It's so realistic you cannot tell the difference. Dean orders one.

Meanwhile the supplier is looking at the box and cannot believe how realistic "Life-like Tina" looks and decides to blow it up.

Once inflated he gets a rapid hard-on and thinks, "What the hell" and has sex with the doll. Washing it afterwards, he neatly packages it and posts it out to Dean.

A month later Dean rings up.

Dean: "You know that "Life-like Tina" blow up doll? I cannot tell you how happy I am."
Supplier: "That's great!"
Dean: "It was a totally unbelievable experience"
Supplier: "Realistic then?"
Dean: "So realistic, I got syphilis."

Here are your links of the day.

A horny fellow. I wish I could do that.

This one is doing the rounds at the moment. Post secret.

The joy of the metric system.

While driving yesterday I began wondering how long it would take for this country to have too many cars for the amont of roads that it actually has. As anyone who drives in Korea will know, this country is an absolute nightmare of traffic. Seoul traffic is best described as a slow moving parking lot. It doesn't improve much down here in Ulsan either. Sometimes a thirty minute trip can take an hour and a half or two hours, because you are stuck in traffic.

Due to the information on this subject being a little spotty we're going to have to use our imagination. For our purposes here, we are going to say that the total amount of road is going to grow by 5% each year and the amount of cars is going to grow by 75% every nine years. My figure on the road is a guess and the growth in cars is based on the doubling of car numbers between 1994 and 2003. However, I'm not going to use a doubling of the amount of cars every nine years. The reason for this is, between 1994 and 2003 there was a huge jump in car ownership rates due to the improving economy and access to locally bought and protected cars. So we'll take 75% as a benchmark to factor in population growth and economic factors.

Too, we shall multiply the total road length by 4. The current total is just the amount of road that exists. It doesn't show how many lanes there are. This allows for an average of two lanes of road either way.

We'll also take the average length of a car as 3 metres, which is a conservative guess, given the amount of new SUV's on the road and larger sedans.

Total length of roads multiplied by four= 347 960kms.
Current space taken up by 10 million cars at 3 metres on average= 30 000 000 metres.
Divided by one thousand for kilometres= 30 000 kilometres.

So currently, according to this, only 8% of Koreas roads are being used. Funnily enough, I always seem to be stuck in traffic.

So, if I repeat the equation for every nine years, adding the appropriate percentages, this is what happens.

2003-2012

Total roads= 365 358kms.
Total cars= 17 500 000.
Total amount space taken up by cars in kilometres= 52 500kms.
Percentage of space used by cars to road space= 14%

2012-2021

Total roads= 383 625kms.
Total cars= 30 625 000.
Total amount of space taken up by cars in kilometres= 91 875kms.
Percentage of space used by cars to road space= 23%

2021-2030

Total roads= 402 806kms.
Total cars= 53 593 750.
Total amount of space taken up by cars in kilometres= 160 781kms.
Percentage of space used by cars to road space= 39%

2030-2039

Total roads= 422 946 kms.
Total cars= 93 789 062.
Total amount of space taken up by cars in kilometres= 281 367kms.
Percentage of space used by cars to road space= 66%

2039-2048

Total roads= 444 093kms
Total cars= 164 130 858.
Total amount of space taken up by cars in kilometres= 492 392kms.
Percentage of space used by cars to road space= 110%

As you can see, somewhere between the years of 2039 and 2048, this country will become a literal parking lot. Moreso than it already is.

Sources:

KEEI. Report on car numbers in 2003.

CIA Factbook. Total amount of road in Korea.

Get your finger out of your butt and smell the roses.

By: Peemil.

Dear Vatican Officials,

I am writing this blog entry because I think the Pope deserves better than being buried in some dusty old Church. Wouldn't it be nice if the Pope could go out with a little bit of style? Why not give the Pope a Viking funeral? Below are some pictures to help you out.


Above: The Pope waves from his boat.


Above: People gather on the shore and archers fire flaming arrows at his boat.


Above: The Pope goes up in flames.

Crying while masturbating.

You shouldn't be reading this blog if you want up-to-date news. I just found out about this Gold Coast girl who is on trial in Indonesia for smuggling 4.1 kilograms of dope into Indonesia. She is facing the death sentence if found guilty.

Her legal defence is arguing that the drugs were put in there by a syndicate operating in Australian airports. My question is this. Why would you smuggle drugs into Indonesia? The last time I checked you could buy dope at a fraction of the price there. So why would any self respecting drug syndicate try to sell drugs to the Indonesians? It's like Wal-Mart trying to sell American made televisions to the Chinese. It just doesn't make sense.

What does make sense, are the words of the Judge in the case. After the defendant appeared in the courtroom looking pale and weak, Chief Judge Linton Sirait said to her in his closing remarks, "Please look after your health and don't get stressed because stress can cause you diarrhoea."

That's good advice for all of us.

In other news, there are a couple of new blogs in the sidebar. The first one is Mister Beightel's Neighborhood. It's a new blog showing promise. It's worth a read.

After you've finished there, take a look at The Sneeze. It's described as Half Zine, half blog, half not good with fractions.

When you are finished there, have a look at this video. Protect the boys.

It's a small world after all.

By: Peemil.

Recently, I was talking to someone from school who re-initiated contact with me over the Internet. I haven't spoken to this person for ten years and could have been happy without having to speak to them. But I'm a polite enough chap, and not one to spurn people straight to their face. Instead, I write about it on my blog.

There is only one person that I have kept contact with from school. He is a good and trustworthy friend. We have been friends for many years and we did go to school together. He is like a brother to me and has got me through a lot and has always been there. So what follows does not apply at all to him. It applies to the rest of the tools in my graduating class.

This fellow who contacted me, informed me that there was going to be a 10 year re-union for our class. "Wonderful" I thought, as I rolled my eyes. "That'll be fun. Seeing that mob again." Yep. Peemil is on the war path.

10 Good Reasons Why I'm Not Going to the Bloody Re-Union.

1. You are all a mob of fuck stains.

2. To the girl that I saw from school accidentally last time I was home. The last time I saw you, I called you a cheap slut and hoped that you'd find your way in front of a bus. I still think that. Ten years doesn't change my opinion of you.

3. To the girls who all thought I was too weird and were too up themselves to even breathe in my direction. I still hope and pray that the ability to breathe is taken from you.

4. To my old girlfriend. Go fuck yourself. Having you leave me was the best thing that ever happened to me. I'm glad your life involves sitting around, playing Xbox, smoking bongs and screwing strangers in toilets. I hope you get a venereal disease.

5. I didn't much like you fuckers at the time. What makes you think that I'll like you all now?

6. Too all the "cool" girls. Life sucks as a pregnant housewife doesn't it? All your loser boyfriends who were so brilliant and you married all turned out to be complete cunts. I could of told you that 10 years ago.

7. You people don't know shit about me. To the other girl I saw who said "You haven't changed a bit." We spoke two sentences in ten years and this is your final assumption? I suppose ten years doesn't change a vapid and superficial slut. Go eat a shit sandwich and die.

8. "Do you remember that time?" No I don't. I've done my best to block it all out. I don't need you fuckers reminding me.

9. I'd rather drill through my foot with a HIV infected needle than spend one more afternoon with you twats.

10. Only sad wrecks who have nothing else to fill in their miserable lives would consider going to a fucking re-union. And one final thing before I go. To the girl who is organising this. You've got a face like a horse and I really don't like your condescending tone. I'd love to beat the fuck out of you.


Above: I think this conveys the message quite well.

"The Quarterback has his dick in my anus."

An Australian goes to buy a condom at a nearby chemist.

The lady behind the counter gives a choice of three types. German, French, and Australian.

"What's the difference," he asks?

"Well, the Germans are quite active. They have 7 in the pack. One for Monday, one for Tuesday, and so on." "The French are very passionate people. They have 8. One for Monday, and so on, and 2 on Sundays." "The Australians, well, they have 12."

At this, the Australian swells up with pride, Really 12?

"Yes, 12. One for January, one for February...."

Here are your links of the day.

The moon landings were fake. Here is the evidence.

Get the drunk home. I played this once but then lost the link to it. But here it is again.

"Honey. I haven't got the energy to talk about the ethics of someone's flat tyre."

By: Peemil.

I've told you all before that my girlfriend asks me some funny questions at funny times. Last night as we were crawling into bed she asked me whether I thought it was right that there is an abandoned car in our apartment parking lot that is taking up a space. I replied with the headline you see above.

I only replied like that because it was about two o'clock in the morning. You see, on Wednesday nights we usually head into town so that she can attend the Ulsan Writer's Group. I usually drive her in and bring her home to save on taxi fares. A round trip from our apartment is around 23 000 won, so it's worth it. That's a weeks worth of petrol for the car right there. But the problem is when you get home there is no parking, so that means I'm sitting here in front of this computer at eight in the morning, because I have to get up and move the car which is parked on the street, so it doesn't get towed.

While she is attending I usually head off to a PC room nearby and while away the time reading whatever can keep my eyes open. However, last night was a little different. The PC room I usually go to has been shut down, so I had to go to another one nearby. It was here that I met the "Fruity PC room guy."

When I walked in the door, he greeted me with a warm, "Hello my friend." Which is unusual, because Koreans will barely, if ever, greet you straight out in English, let alone call you "friend." After much drama I finally got to a computer and replied to his wide eyed "Drink? Drink?" with "Righto." So I headed up to the Coke machine to get a drink. Not working I find out. He informed me I could have anything I wanted, as long as it was orange drink. Everything else it seemed, was out. "Bugger that," I thought. "I need some caffeine. Might as well get a coffee." So I handed him some money so I could get some change for the coffee machine.

Now this is where it gets a little weird. He snatched the money out of my hand, spun on his foot and marched over to the cash register, gave me the change and asked me why I didn't want to have an orange drink. "But why no orange drink?" "I don't want an orange drink. I'll just have a coffee." So, that is exactly what I did. I had a coffee.

I know what you are thinking. The guy was being nice to me. But firstly, if you've ever endured Korean "niceness," which feels like being hit repeatedly with a 12th century mace, you'll understand what I mean. Secondly, after suffering his rank indigination that I wouldn't drink the orange drink and then the constant death stares from across the room after this, I believe I'm justifying in calling this guy the "Fruity Korean PC room guy."

After a while, and a few more coffees I ventured up to get another one. Shit. The coffee machine is no longer working. Trying my best to ignore the situation I went and sat back down, hoping that my girlfriend would soon turn up and get me out of this place. But it wasn't to be. I got thirsty, so I do what people in PC rooms everywhere in this great country do. They get up, walk out the door and go across the street. When I was walking back over the road from the convenience store which is immediately opposite the PC room, there is the "Fruity PC room guy" standing at the door, tapping his foot like an expectant mother waiting for a child to come home.

What I wasn't prepared for was the chastising I received from him for doing something that people do here everyday. Walk out of the PC room for five minutes or so, either to talk on their phones, or run across the street to get something.

The etiquette is the same everywhere. You leave something on the table to show that you are coming back and leave the computer running. I left a packet of cigarettes and about ten windows open. Does this look like the behaviour of someone who is skipping out to avoid a two dollar PC room bill? I don't think so. Is his behaviour of the type that requires a short stint of hospitalisation and some nice pink pills to calm him down? I'd reckon so.

Above: A Korean "niceness" mace.

What do we tell the dead?

By: Peemil.

This is not meant to be a news blog. There is The Marmot and The Flying Yangban for that. But sometimes there are some things in the news here that make me really angry.

Just recently the South Korean government has decided to re-align it's alliances in the region. A move which the Flying Yangban called "Having your cake and eating it too." I call it tantamount to betrayal. I say it's South Korea crawling into bed with the country that wants to see it's ruin. I believe it forgets the sacrifices made by millions who left their homes and came here to fight the North.

A top official from the National Security Council on Wednesday threw his weight behind a change in Korea's geopolitical strategy away from what he called the "Cold War camp diplomacy" in East Asia, pitting a northern alliance of North Korea, China and Russia against the southern alliance of South Korea, the U.S. and Japan.

"In future, Korea will break from the framework of confrontation and switch to open security cooperation," the official said. "As a dynamic actor, Korea will play a balancing role in Northeast Asia." He was echoing remarks by President Roh Moo-hyun on March 22 that Korea would play a balancing or stabilizing role in the region - a role Roh said arose "from earnest reflection on the loss of Korea's national sovereignty 100 years ago." From the Chosunilbo.

The fact is, that despite whatever rosy ideas people in South Korea may have of life in the North, it's still a dictatorship that has promised that it'll turn the South into a "sea of fire." It is a rogue nation that will do anything to ensure it's survival. Even if that means selling nuclear weapons to terrorists to use against the US and it's allies. But I'm sure that a lot of Koreans would revel in the idea of America being nuked. They were quite pleased on 9/11, even turning the footage of the two planes hitting the twin towers into advertisements.

By abandoning the alliance with the US, who has supported the South Koreans militarily for the past fifty years, the South is playing right into the hands of Kim Jong Il. This is exactly what he wants. South Korea's alliance with the US, and hence most of the world, has been the one thing that has stopped him from launching an attack over the border. If you remember correctly, at the beginning of the Korean War, Kim Il Sung approached both Mao and Stalin and asked if it would be prudent to attack. Both of their responses were, "Just make sure you finish the invasion before the Americans come." We all know that the Americans did come, along with the rest of the world and landed in Busan. They pushed the armies of the North back and gained the freedom of the South from the fear of Stalinistic tyranny.

This alliance should be something that is celebrated, commerated and remembered. It should also be something that is cherished. Instead we have screaming University students and Korean leaders who keep shifting the goal posts. The goal is, and should always remain, an end to the regime in the North. This goal will not be accomplished by turning your back on your friend for fifty years to crawl into bed with your enemy.

But alas, it seems too that people on the street seem to think that the alliance between the US and Korea isn't worth saving. It's all too easy to spout anti-American drivel during protests, burn American flags, remove McArthur's statue from a park in Incheon so you can revise history once more and sing songs like "Fucking USA."

One day I'm going to go home to Australia. I'm going to see my Uncle who fought here through the war. What am I going to tell him about the country he helped liberate? I could tell him that the economy is fine and everyone has a cell phone and an Internet connection. But can I tell him that they remember their freedom was bought with the blood of others? Can I tell him that the alliance is still strong and that the North will one day fall? I can't do either. So I will remain silent, just like my dead countrymen in the hills.


Above: Protestors tear apart a huge US flag.


Above: Someone sets fire to an American flag.


Above: Old guy who wants the US navy to go home. Maybe next time we won't come.


Above: A nun showing the great compassion that they are famous for.

Gagging on a cheese ball.

One day there were these 3 men in a bar. They all got drunk and went home. The next day, they gathered together and talked about how drunk they were. The first guy said, "I was so drunk last night, I made out with the lamp."

The second guy said, "That's nothing, I got my DUI."

The third guy said, "I went home and blew chunks."

The first and second guy asked the third guy what was so bad about that and the third guy said, "NO! You guys don't understand! Chunks is my dog!"

Here are your links for the day.

The Incredible Zombie Infection Machine. With thanks to William G. at Delineated Life for finding it.

Colour photos taken by the French during the First World War.

The boobie trap was too obvious- It's a shame you were too stupid to see it.

By: Peemil.

Yesterday I had a hangover. Not just any hangover, but a Korean "Sam Gyup Sal" hangover. Let me explain.

Two nights ago, the girlfriend and I decided that we'd like to go out to a Korean BBQ restaurant and have something to eat. Neither of us felt like cooking, and it was warm enough outside for us to brave the long walk down the hill from our apartment to the restaurant.

It's nice to go to a Korean BBQ restaurant. You sit at the table and there's a little BBQ in the middle which you cook the meat on. They bring out a ton of side dishes and you have a couple of beers. It's all good. If you're outside Korea and have never seen one of these go to What not to do in Asia. He's got some good photos in this post of the type of setup I'm talking about.

However, these meals aren't healthy. Firstly, there isn't a lot in them except cabbage, lettuce and meat. Secondly, anything that makes my arse smell like that has got to be bad. The only other thing that does that is the hot dog franks that I get from Wal-Mart, and we all know what's in those.

So the next day, we are usually feeling a little under the weather. You wake up feeling just like you would if you had a hangover. A dry mouth, aching joints, the ability to shit through the eye of a needle and a funny feeling in your head that you did something the night before. I put this feeling down to the amount of fat that you consume through the meal. The meat is cut so it is basically fat with a bit of meat on it. I reckon that the fat dries out your body, just like too many beers does and the lack of vitamins in the meal leave you feeling sluggish for the rest of the day.

But we'll be back down there in a month or so. It's like hitting the whiskey in the bar. You know that it's going to hurt the next day, but you can't resist that beautiful liquor staring at you, begging you to drink it. "Drink me Peemil. Drink me."


Above: They would be happy here.

Getting wood.

In celebration of Arbor day, here are some things you can purchase.


Above: Surely you could do with a fine wooden desk?


Above: Or a fine pine bedside table?


Above: What about a new dining table?


Above: Or a TV tray for those meals in front of the football?


Above: Why not just get the entire kitchen redone in wood?


Above: Or lay a new deck out the back for those long summer afternoons?


Above: Have you ever considered knocking down your existing property and building a house out of wood?


Above: When you've purchased all of the above, why not consider a wooden baseball bat for home defence?

Whatever way you look at it. Wood is good.

Sex with the oven ready chicken.

A little boy goes up to his father and asks: "Dad, what's the difference between hypothetical and reality?" The father replies: "Well son, I could give you the book definitions, but I feel it could be best to show you by example. Go upstairs and ask your mother if she'd have sex with the mailman for $500,000."

The boy goes and asks his mother: "Mom, would you have sex with the mailman for $500,000?" The mother replies: "Hell yes I would!"

The little boy returns to his father: "Dad, she said 'Hell yes I would!'" The father then says: "Okay, now go and ask your older sister if she'd have sex with her principal for $500,000."

The boy asks his sister: "Would you have sex with your principal for $500,000?" The sister replies: "Hell yes I would!"

He returns to his father: "Dad, she said 'Hell yes I would!'" The father answers: "Okay son, here's the deal: Hypothetically, we're millionaires, but in reality, we're just living with a couple of whores."

Here are your links for the day.

An angry man. It's a long piece but listen to it through to the end. It is worth it.

Banana phone. I'm not watching this again. I just stopped singing it.

Partially retarded monkeys jumping on typewriters.

By: Peemil.

For those of you who fly regularly, you know that it is quite possibly the worst experience you can have. Enough comedians have used air travel as their staple that we don't need to go down the no leg room, small bags of peanuts and announcements by the captain route. There's just a couple of things that I'd love to have on the flight. Especially those flights that are thirteen hours long.

Firstly, it wouldn't kill the air hostesses to give me a blow job would it? I'm sitting there, for all that time watching a crap movie and they are down the back of the plane talking to their co-workers. Come on. Get up here, unzip my pants, get down on your knees and suck me. Sometimes I'm paying over a thousand dollars for the flight. You can't seriously expect me to believe that all one thousand dollars gets me is a crap meal, a couple of beers and an uncomfortable chair.

Whatever happened to the food? You know what they need? A buffet table. Open up the back of the airplane and get people to line up to get some decent food with a reasonable serving. It's possible. All you'd have to do is organise it so people go by their section. Hell, I wouldn't mind waiting if it meant that I was going to fill my plate with roast beef and some mash potatoes.

Speaking of sections, I'd like to inform anyone who flys Business or First Class that you are all a mob wankers. Do you know why they put all the fat, rich and annoying wankers in First and Business Class? Because if the plane crashes you fuckers haven't got a chance in hell of getting out alive. It's like sitting on a bus. You should always sit in the back. If the bus has an accident, much like a plane, the people in the back have a higher chance of survival.

Too, there is nothing worse than having a baby next to you screaming it's guts out. I know that it hurts the babies ears and it's just crying because it can't eat the crap food that they are serving, but I've got a wicked hangover from last night and that scream is like fingernails on the blackboard. You know what they should have? They should have something called an "Annoyance chute." It's chute that you put whatever is annoying you into and flush it out of the aircraft. That goes for the fat guy next to me who is taking up three seats and won't stop farting. I can think of on occasion where I would of loved to have crammed him into a chute, pushed a button and waved to him as he fell 33,000 feet to his death.

What the hell is it with the movies? Did you know that I've seen the "Princess Diaries?" I saw it on the flight back from the States to Korea. Why did I watch this appalling piece of drivel? Because the flight was thirteen hours long and there wasn't a lot else to do. It wasn't like I was going to get a blow job or anything. So I sat there. Gripped my chair, put on my headphones and stared at the television like the rest of the mindless drones on the flight. It wouldn't hurt airlines to put something on that is watchable. I once saw this made for TV movie involving a baseball team. I still have no idea what it was about, who was in it or why it was even made.

You know what shits me more than the crap movies? The partially retarded dead beat next to me who seems to think these crap movies are actually funny. While I was watching the "Princess Diaries" the guy next to me burst out laughing throughout the movie. What else can you say but, "Excuse me stewardess? Could I get a whiskey?"


Above: There's nothing quite like a monkey at a typewriter.

Never underestimate a midget with an Uzi.

Laura K. Krishna is a Plagiarist. The saga of someone who was approached on the Internet by someone who needed a University paper written for them. This is a link for the opening article where you'll get a good grounding in what actually happened.

The fashion victims are covered in lime.

By: Peemil.

Reading the fine print is about the most fun you can have. There's nothing quite like reading a contract and finding that you will be required to donate ten pounds of elephant fat if you default. Most of the time you can pick up some interesting bits when you read the small print on advertising. I'm still waiting for the small print on a McDonald's coupon that says, "May make you wretch until your stomach bleeds." Until that glorious day I will have to be content with the following advertisement from Tag Heuer.


Above: I think he's starting to look a lot like George Clooney.

If you read the final line underneath it, it states. "BRAD PITT and his Carrera Tachymetre Automatic Chronograph." Firstly, I'm not sure why we need to have his name in capital letters. I'm pretty sure everyone in the world, including the hill people of Myanmar, have got a fair grasp of who Brad Pitt is. Secondly, what is a "Tachymetre Automatic Chronograph?"

A tachymetre is a part of the watch described thus.

Above: Such functionality for people with autism.

We all know what "automatic" means. Operating by independent control. "Chronograph," as defined in the dictionary is, "An instrument that registers or graphically records time intervals such as the duration of an event."

Effectively then, Brad Pitt is endorsing "A watch powered by batteries with a thingy that's good for people with autism." Great one Brad.