Siiiiiick

So, it looks like I've gotten the N1H1 virus... otherwise known as the

Swine FLEEWWWWWW.

Somehow, I'm always chipper when I'm sick. Unless I -really- feel like crap. Like, vomiting. But that's really hard to feel chipper if you're throwing up.

However, I'm not, so I'm chipper. Somehow.

... Uhm... yeah. Blarg. Short post is short. G'night.

Roooaaar

Alright, randomness. Let's see, what to talk about... todaaay.

I've got it! ... Ok, no, I don't. I just thought that would give me momentum. Crap.

Oh! Now I've got it, I mean it this time. Manga~! So! I went to a Japanese marketplace called Mitsuwa recently, right? I didn't have a lot of money on my card at the time, so I wasn't able to get too much, but I was able to get my hands on the first volume of a manga series I already have, but it's in Japanese this time. So I'm looking through it, looking through it, not understanding a whole lot... but it helps me practice reading. So that's good. I hand it off to Matsubara-sensei (that is to say, my Japanese teacher. -Hakase would mean professor.) in the car and, without realizing it, she starts to read it! After about 8 pages, she realizes it and hands it back, apologizing quickly. I swear, she's adorable.

Like a kitten kind of adorable. Jerks. Gawd.

She's from Osaka, which tends to be a more... verbose city in Japan. You can definitely tell it in her energetic manner and cutesy dialect. For example: many sentences in Japanese end with desu. The 'u', in standard dialect, is silent. (Deh-s). The Kansai (Kah-n-sa-i) dialect, among other things, has the 'u' pronounced. (Deh-su). Try it. It's cute for girls.

But, yeah. Due to a conversation I had with a friend of mine, we're now contemplating comparing Matsubara-sensei to Lolcats. Tee hee.

Eggplant

What can you do with an eggplant? This is highly delayed, in fact, I'm not sure, I may have already mentioned this, BUT! What can you do with eggplants? I brought home, from that blogger party, cherry tomatoes, peppers, zucchini, and an eggplant. I gave them to my grandmother, and she knew what to do with everything BUT the eggplant. She grew up on a farm, too, and she didn't know what to do with it. At a loss. She knows you can fry them, but that hardly helps. We have no way of doing that. Anybody know?

My English Professor

I love my English Professor, Prof. Navakas. She's soooo open-minded! I wrote a paper using manga and a video game as sources, and she loved it. She reads them herself, on occasion, even, and she's on /English/ Professor. She attends Comicon every summer, too, and she's considering having a class reunion at ACen in May. It's amazing!

My paper, by the way, was about the portrayal of scientists in modern media, in comparison to Frankenstein. I could write a book about... it. Maybe I -should-. And put the proceedings toward my college tuition. Holy Crap. I love it. I'm gonna do it. I'll ask Prof. Navakas if she'll be my editor, and maybe Dr. Fisher, too. (The class is co... what's the word... ah, co-disciplinary. He's a Philosophy Prof.) Wheeee~, It'll be fun! And I know what I can use for a second book, if I need. I can write a narrative. A stoooory. I've been writing narrative for a while, now, in the form of Roleplay, so I can probably manage it. Maybe help me get into the habit of writing past-tense... Heee~, I'm getting excited! I think I'll start now.