This is a first. Or at least, the first in a while without good reason. I forget how faithful I have been to my updating over the previous four months. But I know that the times where I leave the blog unupdated for three days are rare. So here's a three day late entry.
But to be honest with you all, updating is much more fun when there is something to talk about. When Kaori and Emma returned back from the Library for lunch, they were guessing whether I would be reading manga, watching Futurama, or "smokey kitchen", which I'm guessing is their way of saying I'm a terrible chef, so the third option was that of cooking. Had they come a few minutes earlier, it would have almost been a combination of all three. However, the episode had just finished, and I had actually been reading a book on grammar, rather than manga, and the smoke in the kitchen was pretty latent, so it wasn't going to disperse quickly.
But their game pretty much summed up my last few days. Futurama, burning bacon, attempting to translate manga, I haven't had too much excitement saturating these weeks. I did some actual work today though. Dan came over to Southlands College and we eventually did some work. He is getting ready for the Quantitative Methods resit exam, and I have to get him able to pass it. We joked about Italaway and observed the film crews filling up Digby (for some reason they're filming a comedy there). We also joked about making a fort in the newly divided library computer room, and we took the photos off my phone and emailed them to myself. I can finally show people some pictures of my wonderful journeys. But I'll post them later. It was good to see him, I did miss him a lot while I was away. I missed some people an awful lot while I was away, just not quite enough to make me want to stay here.
He came back and we chatted with Emma and we sang a punk version of Runaway by Del Shannon, and after a little delegation over the meaning of "disrepute", I drove him home to the tune of Hello Nasty by the Beastie Boys. And I got to see Julia when I went up briefly, despite the fact that she was sleepy.
Dan's constant begging of me to partake with him a devilishly dangerous and probably illegal ploy seems extremely tempting. I currently give us a 80% chance of succeeding and not being caught, but the punishment for being caught is too unimaginable, and I'm not willing to risk it. It is very tempting though. It wouldn't be fun to do, or even have that many benefits, but it would be fun to see if we could do it, and it would be fun to try and get away with it. There are so many times that I just wish to do something illegal just to see if I can get away with it, without hurting anyone. You know, victimless crimes and such. I'd like to try them with impunity.
But I'm digressing from my boring day.
The whole situation with Katou was sorted. He wanted Emma to apologise, and Emma refused outright. I admire Emma in her consistent refusal to apologise, and it's something that I'd do as well if I weren't so eager to placate people in delicate situations. Anyway, she told him what was what, and he understood. Neither of them wanted to risk saying something incorrectly, so they both used they own languages to talk. It was honestly quite amazing to see Emma argue in English, Katou respond in Japanese and Emma to retort once more in English, without any hesitation from either of them.
The Family Guy movie and Sin City both finished downloading. I watched the Family Guy movie, and I enjoyed it and I enjoyed watching what they can do without as much fear of censorship, but I didn't find it as funny as my sister, I found it more of the quality of an extended episode.
And you all know how I feel about Sin City.
I received emails from several friends I met in Japan, I will be sure to forward emails with photos when I get them all sorted. It feels strange to know so many people, and to be so confused over so many names.
Anyway, it's getting late, and I have nothing to do, but I'm getting bored of typing, I want to browse Bash. Maybe something interesting will happen, maybe it won't. Maybe I'll get married, maybe I won't. Maybe I'll dance the Funky Chicken... dance...
That's something interesting that happened! Emma and I had an 80s theme party night, with just us dancing until we were too tired to dance anymore. We emulated the club atmosphere, and I used all five satellite speakers on my system to really get the beat going. We had 80s music, and then we relented and had 00s dance/techno music, just because we could move more to it.
Anyway, consider that an epilogue.
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