Got back from a delicious lunch of Korean food (once again, dol sot bi bim bap).
Yum.
Filled me up without overdoing it.
I went with four people from work (the odd number - 5 - resulted in us taking two cars. Good times). The randomness of the topics reminded me of why I love having lunch with my friends. When you're going from talking about hair highlights to adopting kids to our office holiday party in the span of a half hour's gabbing, it's just good times.
Weird, but good.
I've got roughly an hour and change left in my day.
And time appears to have stopped. Bleah.
A cargo cult in Vanuatu has been waiting for an American named John Frum
since the 1930s
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[image: John Frum gathering area in Vanuatu]
The John Frum movement arose on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu no later
than the late 1930s. Followers believe...
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