circa 1985

They broke in and stole our spatula

My mom does this whenever we can't find something (ie. eraser, glasses, tupperware, etc.) in the house.

Nacktbereich

My first coed nude sauna experience in Germany.

Overall a totally comfortable, pleasant experience. Not being able to see much might have helped a bit.

Poke

My mom had an operation this week after which she had to inject herself in the stomach with a needle every afternoon. I couldn't even dissect a rat (let alone a locust) in high school biology class, so yeah, needless to say, poking people (or animals) with a sharp tool is not my forte.

Splatter

The best way to avoid stains? Eating in your underwear.

I'm classy like that.

Dental Floss Robot

Grant Imahara. My nerdy heartthrob. I'm not usually like this . . . I swear!

Movember

I kind of enjoy it and kind of don't.

Wiki on Movember.

Mad Conversation Skills

I gots them.

I have a list of weird questions-I-ask-people-when-I-get-stuck-in-an-awkward-conversation-especially-at-a-party, and this is one of them.

G and I ran the Berliner Staffelmarathon (relay marathon) with three other friends today at the airport-turned-park/venue Flughafen Tempelhof. I forgot to start my stopwatch so I don't know what my time was, but it was great to run as a team. Definitely doing it again next year!

Am going to sleep so well tonight. Nacht!

Santa's Belt

I'll take coal any day over a beating.

BFF

The similarity was so uncanny, S and I used to joke that we were actually dating the same person. Anyway, they've only met briefly that one time, so we still haven't given up on the hopes that they will be BFFs.

Asians Like It Hot

If there's one thing that's important about serving food in Japan, it's temperature. As a rule, warm food is served piping hot in Japan (and in most parts of Far East Asia, I think). This is especially important for soup noodles like ramen, as serving less-than-scalding-hot ramen is possibly the greatest imaginable sin known to Japanese culinary culture. (nb. This sin is punishable by ramen hell, where you are forced to eat lukewarm ramen with soggy noodles for eternity. Eternity!) There's even a term for people who can't eat things that are scalding hot. We call them neko-jita, or literally, cat tongue. (Cats can't eat hot foods? I didn't know other animals liked their food hot.) While it's not quite an insult, most cat-tongued people admit to it somewhat apologetically, as if it were something to be ashamed of.

It can get pretty extreme, though. They basically serve everything scalding hot in Japan, including foreign foods that don't necessarily need to be superhot, like pasta. I once burned my entire mouth taking a bite of spaghetti that I didn't expect to be 100 degrees C. How does one even serve pasta that hot? (It didn't even come on those iron plates...just a normal one.)

Anyway, you think I'd learn my lesson, but no. I'm a fast eater by nature (though slower than G and his dad) and I think I most likely will continue to burn my tongue/throat/roof of my mouth eating noodles for as long as I live.

German Etiquette

Football is kinda important, apparently.

Censor

Don't worry, G, not very many people read my blog anyway . . . I think.

Torakins

Another late-night update before I go to bed.

My mama's friend uploaded a video of her cat Tora, the cutest cat ever. It was hard not to draw a picture of her:

"I'm cuter in real life."

...and obsessively watch the video ca. 2500 times.

I need a kitteh in my life.

Dingle

I can't help it.

According to Me

My mother likes to cite herself.

Denglish Fail

I'm sure there are more, but these are just some that I've come across that I find . . . bizarre.

More Denglish fail at Meh Blog!

Chocolate Room

They had an awesome art piece at the Weserburg museum in Bremen that was basically a small room with walls painted with chocolate and a bubbling chocolate fountain in the middle. Whatever it was supposed to be, it smelled delicious. Made me want to lick the walls, and it made G . . .

Ein Dreier

A quick update while the pizza is in the oven.

And then we kept listening to the conversation, and it sounded like he was talking about 3-on-3 soccer. Bo-o-o-ring!

Zwergenweitwurf

Greetings from Bremen!

Nutella is fuel

Good times (in retrospect).

And this is proof.

Mr. T

Alyways makes me feel a little bit badass.

Riding back from Schöneberg this morning, I passed a guy who was biking at an annoying not-slow-but-not-fast-enough pace. He passed me at the next light (by running a red light), then proceeded to bike extre-e-emely slowly and kept turning back at me and smirking. He seemed to want to talk to me, so I kept my distance and took a random turn at a light and lost him.

I pity the fool. Ha!

Devancy

Actually, come to think of it, I have drawn one before.

Teddytaur!

Previous Teddytaur reference here.

And. I have to say that I'm still proud of my 2008 costume.