'tis the season for multi-culti outdoor student festivals. Which means Thai food made by some of my very favorite minions (and I would've said that even before they fed me, but hey, bonus). And lots of other little food booths and things, which I didn't have, because, duh, Thai. And a rather bad DJ. And the Flash is wandering around loose on campus again, although this Flash appeared to be female, unlike the one flea saw in the library the other day.
Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Friday Cephalopod: Japanese Pancake Devilfish
This week's cephalopod is especially weird - it really does look like a pancake/devil/fish....
Sushi for lunch, I think. I wish I had even a little bit of pep, but last night's black belt training seems to have drained more out of me than I'd thought.
My next test is going to be *hard*. At least it's a year away. I'm sure that some time between now and then I'll stop obsessing over the whole "stabbing me with a real knife???" thing.
Oh, dear Lord, ita. Really?
Just as an update, for those that might be curious: Random power outages that only last long enough to lose 20 min. of work? Yeah, they still suck.
I ate Sitar India samosas. And did not see the Flash.
people who turn up believing they're Klingons and can't speak English (or any other terrestrial language).
Someone in my university does research on people who consider Klingon to be their "home" language. All of them, however, speak English or German as a way of dealing with outsiders. This particular group has no more mental health problems than average, and they don't think that they really are Klingons, just that they have adopted a Klingon lifestyle. A lifestyle that outsiders may consider to be eccentric, just like being a Goth or a Republican.
Really?
Seriously. My knife defenses are reasonably good, but still. Real knives. They say no one gets injured, but they could perpetrating a huge coverup.
I apparently had peanuts and juice for lunch. At least, I've had enough of both that I shouldn't have anything else.
I'm sure that some time between now and then I'll stop obsessing over the whole "stabbing me with a real knife???" thing.
The plan is to NOT have someone stab you with a real knife, right?
I pity the poor Goth Republican Klingons....