Friday, June 8, 2001

I'm typing this from Saki's computer. We're still looking into getting cable internet. ^^;;

The plane trip home was surprisingly trauma-free. The highlight was probably doodling in my sketch pad during the first leg of the trip; I asked Carlo for requests, and I would draw them really quickly with black marker or gel pen. (I'll scan those later.) The most surreal moment was eating the ultra-crappy ramen in the ultra-crappy snack place in the Narita airport, while American oldies music played in the background. It wasn't loud or all that soft; it was just the exact right volume to make it sleepy and depressing. I swear, from now on, whenever I hear "Rock around the Clock", I will be able to taste those rubbery noodles and bland soup. And then some hapless American tried to order curry rice, only to have the woman tell him they were out of rice. For some reason, Carlo and I found this incredibly amusing.

We have a lot of traditions associated with the Narita airport. One of them is to order that horrible ramen. The other is to get some of the little Oreo bars they serve in the Azuma lounge, squish them with one hand, and call them "Kaworu-kun". <--weird Eva joke

Anyway. We got home. I thought that it would be hard to believe that we were actually home; but when we got here, it was more like I couldn't believe we had actually been away. I'd heard all these horror stories about how antisocial my cat Tigger had become; how she'd hide under the bed all the time and wouldn't let anyone so much as come near her. And I was afraid she wouldn't recognize me, after not seeing me for a whole year. But as soon as she saw me, she started meowing and rubbing against my hand! And for the first couple of days, she didn't want to let me out of her sight. She would follow me everywhere, and meow piteously when I went downstairs or took a shower. My other baby, Shawn, is much as I remember him: laid back and a little aloof. Though he is a lot dustier, since he wanders all over the house now.

And then all of Wednesday was the hellish registration for school; the details of which I won't recount.

And I'd forgotten how cool my old scanner was. It's so much smaller and quieter and faster than that shitpile scanner I got in the States! It's such a joy to scan things now. Oh OpticPro scanner, I love you! I won't ever leave you again. ;____;

Annnd... there's still quite a bit of anime on TV, though not quite as much as there was last year. I was quite pleased to learn that they were still showing Lupin III. The downside is that it's the third TV series, and the art is rather different. The characters all seem to wear these bright Dick Tracy-esque colors (pink is so not Lupin's color O_o). And you can actually see Jigen's eyes, for crying out loud! And Goemon has a cleft chin! And they changed his voice! He's not cool anymore! ...uh, anyway, maybe I should see more episodes before passing judgment.

And maybe I should get internet back soon. Yes! No internet and no weblog make Andrea something something. Go crazy? Don't mind if I do! X___x;;;;
The brain called at 04:03 p.m., but nobody was home.

Sunday, June 3, 2001

Heh heh. I'm typing this from one of these fancy-shmancy internet stations in the airport lounge! This place is beyond belief. They have video games and a weird colored glass motif, too.

Oh boy, the last few days have been hectic. Now I understand why you shouldn't be able to take all your material posessions with you when you die. It's a big enough hassle packing up all the stuff you accumulate over just one year. Imagine if you had to pack up an entire lifetime worth of things! @_@;;;

On a rather unrelated note, yesterday I saw an ad on TV for the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon DVD; and it mentioned one of those blurbs which called it "the Star Wars of kung fu movies". And I remembered that the blurb on the Titan A.E. DVD said that it was "Star Wars meets The Matrix", and the blurb on the Princess Mononoke DVD called it "the Star Wars of anime". What exactly is that supposed to mean, "the Star Wars of so-and-so"? I don't really see the comparison. As a result, my running joke since yesterday has been to call something, "the Star Wars of _____".

This lounge rules. It's the Star Wars of airport lounges. XD
The brain called at 11:42 a.m., but nobody was home.