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So I peek into LJ for the first time in forever and I get a big banner talking about "ElJay games" equivalent to Farmville...

NO LJ! BAD! You see? This is why I've moved on. Who the heck has the burning desire to feed virtual cows while they're writing in their journal?!
I'm bored, sue me.

What is your favorite weird food combination? Have your friends ever tried it or do you only eat it in private?

I'm sure I have weirder, I know I've had weirder, but the first one that comes to mind is plain tuna sushi with cream cheese. Like a Philly Roll, but with tuna instead of salmon and no cucumber/avocado. I've gotten some friends into it, too, though they seem to prefer to have it on the side and I like it directly in the roll. OM NOM NOM.
Sorry I really don't post here much, but I figured I'd at least say that I do come and read every so often, and I love all you guys. You're awesome and you should know that about yourselves.

Carry on!
Don't ask me why I'm peeking at this again. It's kind of hard to start back up after leaving out a huge chunk of life, so just assume I got a bit nostalgic and you'll continue to see me as usual on Facebook and Twitter.

Though I'll admit, it's strange to have something that I can track my crazy with this far back. And by this far back I mean 5 years.

...Still like Facebook better, though. It makes sure that if I do any rambling, it's a succinct bit of rambling.

Not to mention it's better to have brevity when you're boring. And, looking at this? Cripes am I boring.
What I did last weekend.

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now (even if we don't speak often), please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.

It can be anything you want -- good or bad -- BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.
Spent most of Saturday afternoon/evening down on Pennsylvania Avenue for the Sakura Matsuri street festival.

HOLY CRAP WAS IT CROWDED. We felt like sardines on the last lap of the metro, and once we were there we were really hungry...but the lines for all the Japanese food were insanely long. IT WAS ALSO INSANELY WINDY. We ended up going to the food court in the Reagan International Trade(?) building instead, meaning a cheesesteak for me instead of okonomiyaki (which they were out of by the time we got there anyway).

We visited the White House on the way, along with a couple other national buildings.

Towards the end they had open J-music karaoke on the J-Pop stage, so I go in the for-once short line. I wasn't really confident in my J-music memorization skills since I'd been listening to so much pirate music lately, but instead I decided to pander to the core of the festival audience: the Narutards. I sang Viva Rock by Orange Range and ended up being the last one before they started packing up the stage and everything.

What happened after was probably my favorite moment of the day. We were heading back towards the metro when all of a sudden this Japanese woman jogged over and touched my shoulder. I turned to her and immediately she started speaking to me...in Japanese. At first I wasn't sure what was happening but after a moment I recognized key words and realized I understood the gist of what she was saying. She liked my performance and explained that she was from Okinawa, which was the same birthplace as Orange Range, and she was a big fan of their music. She asked if I knew any more of their music and I said I knew "Hana" (because our cover band is actually working on it for a future show/recording), and we ended up singing a couple lines of the first verse together, which made her happy. She'd continued but at that point I wasn't quite sure what she said and had to explain in what I could only imagine was butchered Japanese (I'd been using simple words and phrases I knew to answer before) that my Japanese was bad, but she was really nice and assured me (in English) that I was fine and that my pronunciation was really good. I thanked her profusely and we parted ways before I even got a chance to introduce myself properly or ask her name, I'd been too surprised/flustered to realize.

I have to admit it felt really good to do karaoke and, just based on performance and pronunciation of one song, have an actual native of the country and fan of the group in question assume that I was fluent enough to just walk up and start speaking Japanese to me. I was even more surprised that I managed to hold my own in the conversation for as long as I did. I think I'll start working on My Japanese Coach for the DS again. I'm motivated now.

After the street festival was over we headed for the metro, only to find extremely long lines for both of the ones nearby. We decided to take a break and sit down around the national mall for a while and watch all the kites in the air. I took pictures, then we said heck with it and walked the extra distance to the National Archives metro instead to get home.

Photo Teaser (wanted to do this since Jeff Dunham's "Walter" brought it up...)

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....Why are rennaisance faire-type clothes so EXPENSIVE?!?! And why can't I sew?! T_T

I totally want something like this long coattailed bodice in red for my pirate persona with Pirates for Sail, but cripes over $300?! *dies a little inside*

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Thrift stores can be good, but I hope I can find something decently-priced before actual faire gig season coming up. Anyone know of any reasonable commissioners?