"Things are good ( Read more... )

Bryan Comer was a character played by Lane Chandler in the 1965 classic Requiem for a Gunfighter. Just sayin'

Things are good.

I'll start writing again at some point. It's just hard, when anything I do for fun or relaxation turns into sharp reminders of how much I hate American culture -- watching TV to make fun of the people, writing a list of new year's resolutions that other people should take up in order to make my life more bearable, etc. This can't be healthy, and ( Read more... )

Woah! I was already cutting it close with the packing, throwing away old shoes and such, BEFORE I was given a whole box of eel cheesecake and a robot cat doll! What am I to do ( Read more... )

Playing claraypelada's game (who in turn played from someone else...) ... I got the letter "F ( Read more... )

Well, here are the pictures, I guess. But damn! I had written so much to go along with them! And I had been waiting for about two months for the right time to get that out of my system!

Anyway... ( Hiroshima and Miyajima sans commentary (arrrrrrgh) )

Damnit, I hate this. I just spent two hours posting pictures and writing what was easily the most political entry of any I've ever written, and then firefox crashed during the spell-check, my copy of the entire text refused to paste into Word for some reason, and Livejournal's "draft" that it keeps reminding me is being saved doesn't actually ( Read more... )

It's such a [temporary] relief, I can't help but run straight to my livejournal and rejoice! If I were talking about laxative consumption here, I might have just pooped my pants ( Read more... )

I guess I've sort of lost the continuity here. I'm back and wanting to write about Hiroshima (which was, unsurprisingly, a bit discomforting, but often in very surprising ways) but I have these other pictures queued for posting in my Photobucket album. So, before things get too awkward between some combination of me, you, Hiroshima, and the ( Read more... )

Quick, between class, Thank Break!

Thank you, Haruki Murakami, without whom I could not have spent my Thanksgiving Day in bed reading A Wild Sheep Chase cover to cover, with the occasional break to piss or eat miso soup and bitter vegetables ( Read more... )