Robs' Blog: incoherencies from an american ex-pat in exotic beijing,
  or: how i learned to stop worrying and love bureaucracy

After three sessions; eight hours; more Akon and rap music than I would've preferred... which, for the record, would have been *none*; more exposure to second-hand smoke since I was in college in California... before they had the good sense to ban smoking in bars and restaurants and the various nightclubs which I frequented, coming home reeking of cigarette smoke, my clothes, my hair, awful; unable to reach my tattoo artist since she'd gone on vacation; fearing that I'd be left with part of the Monkey King on my chest; Sun Wukong is done.

Since I intend to keep this a G-rated blog, I'll just provide links to the picture and video I took during the final session.

Oh, okay, here's one I call tools of the trade: