Breakfast: hotcakes & fruit
Lunch: chicken/lemon/capers pasta & pizza & cesar salad
Dinner: tsukimi udon

I’m not the hugest fan of twitter for personal use.

I’m too long winded to be a charming/funny/insightful micro-blogger. I have, however, found one really great use for it, and that is to tweet the titles of movies I’ve been watching for work, translated from Japanese.

Let’s hope that I’ll never be applying for a position at twitter because I think it’s stuff like this that puts you on their automatic no-hire list.

This twitter is a limited, however, because I’ve made it a rule to only post the titles with no further context. So I don’t tweet about all the weird stuff I actually see in all these movies. Like, for example, I watched a series about a beautiful crime fighter who kicked evil ass in the name of Justice and Love in nothing but a mask and boots and had her own personal theme song, but, for reals, though.

She also rides a vespa naked through the streets of Tokyo which was the only upsetting part for me because– hygiene.

To continue with the trend of naked people, I also saw some J-Horror where a naked man/zombie/demon raised by a religion that turned out to be a cult chased people down and brutally beat them to death metal music, while naked. However, he was appropriately covered the entire time by a censor bar, so decency was restored.

We’re not animals after all, for gods sake.

Breakfast: oatmeal & honey & fruits
Lunch: cesar salad & a slider & milk & berries (+ not shown, root beer float froyo, I was in heaven)
Dinner: baked potato & steak & sautee’d spinach

I’ve been wanting steak for days so I sucked it up and bought some and made my first pan fried steak. It was not a disaster, but it was too rare (and that’s coming from someone who likes their steak very rare). Fortunately I know exactly how to fix the leftovers for dinner tomorrow..

I’ve been trying to make an effort to wear more skirts and dresses lately; I work someplace that gets pretty hot with summer creeping up, and I have nice legs (I do!) so why not. However, having lived in jeans and tshirts basically my entire life I sometimes feel like I’m wearing a costume in skirts, particularly with heels. I’ve got a long running list of “things that I need to accomplish before I am a real adult” and “being able to wear heels effortlessly” is up there. I’ve by and large gotten the whole walking thing down pat, but I still have an inner gripe– how much faster would I be walking if I was in converse?! Ah well, we’ll get there someday.

Spotted on work premises today was also a haircut van. A van that drives around and offers free haircuts. Said my coworker to me, “I don’t know if I’d trust getting a haircut from there.”
“Yeah, but I do need a trim,” I replied, pausing mid-step. “And they are free.”
“Should we?” She asked, and warily, we walked around the van. The only entrance was closed, and there was no sound from within.
“Well.” I said, taking a step forward, then a step back. The closed door was ominous. “Well.”
“Well,” she echoed.
“Well, you do realize, this is how people die in horror movies, right?” I said finally, one hand hoovering over the door knob.
“Seems about right,” she answered. “Be brave, Ruth.”

Breakfast: hotcakes (!!!) with mixed berries. I forgot to draw it in because I was being rushed into a Left 4 Dead game, but I also had a tiny bit of the amazing oatmeal they serve and a bit of cornbread. If you told me six months ago that I would grow to not only actually eat breakfast, but for it to become my favorite meal of the day, I’d have thought you were a liar. But it’s really the only meal where it’s acceptable to eat nothing but baked goods and gigantic bowls of fruit and no one says anything!
Lunch: some absolutely rubbish udon and some pretty rubbishy sushi. We tried a new cafe today which had amazing atmosphere and just terrible, terrible food. I know I’m a snob when it comes to Japanese food, and about 95% of the time whenever I eat out at a Japanese restaurant I’m aware that I could make the food better, or if I can’t, my mom certainly can. But it always throws me for a loop when Japanese food moves beyond the realm of overly Westernized/complicated/bland to just sheer terrible. To cook everything in basic Japanese cuisine, and I do mean everything, you really just need soy sauce and one spice. Maybe a bit of sugar and rice vinegar? So why is it so easy to botch the job? A simple tip, for simple Japanese food: don’t add anything extra. You may think that you really need mayonaise on your sushi, or bak-choy in your udon (you never need bak-choy in your udon.) but the answer is a very clear and very firm “NO.”
Dinner: a burrito I deconstructed to eat with chips. The tortilla was a tomato tortilla!? But the innards were delicious, and my chips were very salty, so I was extremely happy.

This is an exchange my coworker and I had, at work, on a real work e-mail related to real work problems. Catbug mania has taken over the office and I’m perfectly okay with it. Not pictured is the rest of this thread, which continued on.. further. Not pictured are the multiple instant messages and in person references to all things Catbug. Not pictured, save one:

CoWorker: What’s this I hear about Taylor Swift meeting Catbug! You’re holding out on me!!
Me: I thought I sent it to you!!
CoWorker: NO! I NEED it!!

She did need it though… and so do you!!

Apologies for the radio silence, I took a quick vacation. Here’s near a weeks worth of clothing (but not my vacation clothing– that will have to come on another day). I like my monochromatic style- it’s easy to match in the morning and I like simple shapes and colors… I think they’re elegant and play well to the look I’m going for, you see. Nevertheless, it’s pretty surprising seeing everything laid out in a row like this, day after day, to realize that I really don’t have any color at all. Hmm. Thankfully mint is a personal favorite color, and it’s the color of the season, it would seem. Which is a kind of silly marketing ploy but I won’t grumble when they choose colors I like to flood the market. For the past few springs it’s been nonstop blue and purple pastels and florals and maybe it’s really no wonder that my wardrobe has shifted into neutral gear.

I found these on tumblr and some quick googling got me to the artist website, here.
It’s pop surrealism, it seems– “lowbrow art” which is generally dismissed by the fine art community.
I guess that explains why I like it, hmmp!

But in other rabbit related news, I watched the episode of my Crazy Obsession (not voluntarily) which included a segment on a couple who collected rabbit figurines and had pet rabbits, several of which had died. Because the couple couldn’t afford taxidermy for all the dead ones, they kept them in their freezer (next to their food) where they had been decomposing for ten years. However, the woman hatched a scheme to taxidermy her husbands favorite rabbit for their 19th wedding anniversary. As she packed the frozen rabbit and explained how the freeze-dry process worked, we were treated to shots of her home, with every surface adorned by some form of rabbit, their dead eyes staring at the camera.

Taping with a gusto, she squealed, “Now I’m getting excited!!”

Later, she and her husband ate a slice of their original wedding cake (carrot) which had been freezing nearly twice as long as the oldest dead rabbit it had been stored next to. Her husband vigorously licked the plate.

Good for them.