My bloggy-friends all suck. The most recently any of them has blogged was a month ago. A TUPPIN' MONTH AGO. Aaron, Kibbles, Meggles, Rawren. You all suck. A month. I can't do a week. You know what? I may have an addiction, but yeh know what? My addiction gives people who are bored at work somethin' to do. BUUUUUUUUURN!
Also, my stomach hurts.
This has been an announcement. Or somethin'...
~DJ
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Politics
I'm curious; where does the rest of the world get its political news, or news in general? I'm pretty much only getting mine from the Daily Show (site here) and the Colbert Report (site here). I prefer the Daily Show because Steven Colbert is a prick.
There'll be a poll on the side with some options, but if you're fond of something I know I'll miss, put it in the comments.
~DJ
There'll be a poll on the side with some options, but if you're fond of something I know I'll miss, put it in the comments.
~DJ
Well.
This is a little awkward. I mean, usually I blog every few days, but recently... I got nothing. All I have done recently is sleep, surf and eat. And watch telly. This is really embarrassing for me, and I am terribly ashamed of myself. To make up for this; David Tennant (the latest Doctor Who) in a man-skirt. He's a Scot, you know.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Hallo!!
I'm back home and debateably well-rested. And if I get about to cleaning my room, I might have Meggles and Kibbles over later... assuming I can get my ass in gear.
~DJ
~DJ
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Home!
Nothing of much of merit today--mostly shopping.
We visited the replica of the Golden Pavilion--the original burned down in '50 because a monk actually fell in love with it and thought that it was sinful or some such. I thought the whole affair was a rather tacky bit of architecture, but what do I know?
Then we walked to the Rock Garden, which is about a ten-by-fifteen rectangle of gravel and fifteen large stones. Supposedly, you can only see fourteen stones from any given angle, though Joel claimed to have seen all fifteen at one point *cough liar cough* . And Muhammad managed to drop a soda bottle in the garden and I moved away and heard people say 'gaijin' a lot. Can't say I blame them.
Going home tomorrow-
~DJ
We visited the replica of the Golden Pavilion--the original burned down in '50 because a monk actually fell in love with it and thought that it was sinful or some such. I thought the whole affair was a rather tacky bit of architecture, but what do I know?
Then we walked to the Rock Garden, which is about a ten-by-fifteen rectangle of gravel and fifteen large stones. Supposedly, you can only see fourteen stones from any given angle, though Joel claimed to have seen all fifteen at one point *cough liar cough* . And Muhammad managed to drop a soda bottle in the garden and I moved away and heard people say 'gaijin' a lot. Can't say I blame them.
Going home tomorrow-
~DJ
Friday, June 20, 2008
Karaoke Time!
Sooooooo. I slept in today. YEY! Yeah, I slept in till about eleven-thirty thank god and as a result my feet can still feel ground. I played a hella ton of Professor Layton and the Curious Village. Great game, I highly recommend if you're into puzzles. In any case, the group went on from a train in Nijo Station to Kyoto Station to Kobe Station. From Kobe we were set free until seven and I think I ate five helpings of gelato--I'm a fan now. Me, Mac and Skye were also accosted by an old man on a bicycle.
We all met up at Titty Park by the station to meet Brindley and his students and go to karaoke. Karaoke is amazing, and Ned says we have a new one in Spokane near the North Costco and I MUST GO. It was funny as hell.
Joel spend about six bucks on a machine and won a hamster or some such and gave it to some girl he thought was cute. I think Joel has an Asian fetish. He also owes me a hundred yen.
After the karaoke, two of the students crowded us all into one of these picture booths that are in massive herds all over Japan. Vending machines are too, though we've all noticed a decided lack of trash cans and have thus concluded that when Americans domesticated the Trash Can and Japanese domesticated the Vending Machine, they forgot to show them to get along.
I'm off to bed then, because we've got an intense day of bicycling and shopping and zen thinking tomorrow.
~DJ
We all met up at Titty Park by the station to meet Brindley and his students and go to karaoke. Karaoke is amazing, and Ned says we have a new one in Spokane near the North Costco and I MUST GO. It was funny as hell.
Joel spend about six bucks on a machine and won a hamster or some such and gave it to some girl he thought was cute. I think Joel has an Asian fetish. He also owes me a hundred yen.
After the karaoke, two of the students crowded us all into one of these picture booths that are in massive herds all over Japan. Vending machines are too, though we've all noticed a decided lack of trash cans and have thus concluded that when Americans domesticated the Trash Can and Japanese domesticated the Vending Machine, they forgot to show them to get along.
I'm off to bed then, because we've got an intense day of bicycling and shopping and zen thinking tomorrow.
~DJ
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Fucking Thursdays.
I cannot seem to get the hang of Thursday. I'm quite afraid I've lost my rail pass and souvenirs from three days ago along with an assuredly lost 2000 yen. Today is my day to fuck the hell up.
I never could quite get the hang of Thursdays.
Lost items aside, my day was spent mostly nervous, with the introductions to two groups of English-studying Japanese school kids. I can go no further than 'My name is,' 'I am fifteen,' 'I'm in my second year of high school,' and 'I like video games.' Ah, the joys of foreign languages; learning five useful phrases and a billion useless ones. I spend mass amounts of time apologising for my existence on the green and lovely land that is Japan while men who appear no older than twenty rush about in business suits around me.
But, I digress. Ned acts as if we have learned about as much Japanese as the kids in Japan have English, which I know cannot be true because they have studied far longer than nine months. Yet, we actually want to learn Japanese and that can make all the difference.
Ned's friend Brindley showed us about Kobe today, and good god my feet hurt. Brindley is from South Africa, but he's got a brilliant accent and speaks great Japanese. He's also six foot three--about as tall as Aaron--and literally sticks out among the admittedly shorter Japanese populous.
He says we're going to meet up with some of his students tomorrow, which I'm afraid would just be uber-awkward-sauce or equally awkward splitting of gender/race/both.
But either way, I'd best be off to find my rail pass... *gulp*
~DJ
I never could quite get the hang of Thursdays.
Lost items aside, my day was spent mostly nervous, with the introductions to two groups of English-studying Japanese school kids. I can go no further than 'My name is,' 'I am fifteen,' 'I'm in my second year of high school,' and 'I like video games.' Ah, the joys of foreign languages; learning five useful phrases and a billion useless ones. I spend mass amounts of time apologising for my existence on the green and lovely land that is Japan while men who appear no older than twenty rush about in business suits around me.
But, I digress. Ned acts as if we have learned about as much Japanese as the kids in Japan have English, which I know cannot be true because they have studied far longer than nine months. Yet, we actually want to learn Japanese and that can make all the difference.
Ned's friend Brindley showed us about Kobe today, and good god my feet hurt. Brindley is from South Africa, but he's got a brilliant accent and speaks great Japanese. He's also six foot three--about as tall as Aaron--and literally sticks out among the admittedly shorter Japanese populous.
He says we're going to meet up with some of his students tomorrow, which I'm afraid would just be uber-awkward-sauce or equally awkward splitting of gender/race/both.
But either way, I'd best be off to find my rail pass... *gulp*
~DJ
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