Man, I'm so proud of that chicken post. I reread it just now and even I have no idea where the hell that came from. I believe I wrote it at 4 in the morning, if that helps explain anything.
This picture is of a log in the tondo that Owen took. It's a log, see, but it's got these knots, see, that make it look like a dog, you know? Only all charred and dead and stuff, like that dog from Pompeii. Get it? Get it? It is an Exercise in Imagination! It's Edutainment! Wee, ve are havink fun, ja?
I've not been feeling incredibly well lately, so yesterday I sort of thought vaguely about posting and instead passed out with a vengeance, which is like regular passing out only rated TX, or Totally Xtreme. Or Texas.
I don't even really recall what I did yesterday, and what I do recall was not exciting enough to result in a blackout of the other parts, so I must not have done much at all. I slept until 2, which was largely the result of savagely beating Mr. Sandman until he coughed up his little bag of magic dust, which as it turns out has more mind-warping effects when taken nasally. Or maybe it was coke, but that wouldn't really explain the sleeping part of the day.
Today I went to school even though I had no real reason to and basically just lazed about with friends and such. Very jolly and all, but it did mean that I had to wake up at the Crack of Dawn, known to the poor fools of the working world as two hours from lunchtime. Just had a big dinner and a slightly abortive but still enjoyable karaoke adventure, which will likely be continued tomorrow night. I am rather afraid that I'm turning into a karaoke junkie, and when I go home I will have to have bottles of Pure Karaoke sent to me so that I can inject it intravenously in lieu of the real thing. This is tragic, but I'm afraid there is no other way. I'm like the guy in "Soldier's Joy" at this point, only instead of fighting in the Civil War and getting addicted to heroin, I... um... like karaoke. Clearly you can see the resemblance.
Today's Engrish is a great example of the ubiquitous English here that is not actually grammatically incorrect, it is just totally insane and would never appear in an English-speaking country.
- Gyaa! I'm give up
Naka-ku, Hiroshima
730-0803
JAPAN
