So much for auditory smokescreens...

... I am singing along to Japanese anime tunes in my brain.

Worse, it's Weiss.

Worser... it's... it's... Jeepstar.

...

This is like the equivalent of breaking into a full broadway chorus. If the broadway show was all about leather and boybands. And emo. In Japanese.

... I wonder how American slightly-grown-up teenboppers would react if the Backstreet Boys suddenly showed an affinity for sharp objects, swords in secret places, and far too much PVC. And flowers.

Really, in this continent, it would be the flowers that would kill their careers.



.... right, right, right... 'studying Conrad'...

Post-Midterm Panic

Note to self.

Never, ever, ever refer to The Tempest in an English mid-term as a comparative example for Orientalism again. It's kinda like that time you likened Great Expectations to Murphy's Law. It may have been properly relative... somehow... but now you've got mental visions of Caliban running about the Caribbean in a loincloth plotting death and revenge on Ian McKellan.

...

At least you have chocolate for that image. Now go home and paint semi-nude men.