Owning pets…

I hate to own pets. It’s not that I dislike animals. In fact, I really kinda like them. They are the only ones that will give you unconditional love. You could be in the worst mood, but they will always look up to you as if you were the most important person in the world. Of course, if you’re a dog, then the “owner” IS the most important person in the world. At least until I see a dog flipping burgers at a McDonalds, that is. But if a person with long hair has to wear a hat or hair net, what’s a dog gonna wear? *shudder*

At our house, when I was a kid, we had a variety of pets. My first pet, a dog, was named Kyu-chan, after Sakamoto Kyu, the singer of “Sukiyaki” (Jp: Ue wo muite aruko…). Don’t ask: My mom named her. We had her for about a year when one day she ran out into the street and was hit by a car. I was in the 4th grade and devastated. I went to school and started to cry everytime I thought about her. A classmate of mine, Reed–God rest his soul–tried to cheer me up by telling me his chicken died recently too. Oh? Did you bury her? I asked. She was dinner… Hahahah! I kid you not! I couldn’t make this up if I tried. I’ve had the funniest conversations in my day. But, at the time, his comment made me cry even more.

We’ve had rabbits, and hamsters and tropical fish. But my favorite pet was a cat. Cats can be stuck up, and nonchalant, and they will never fetch. But there is something about their sense of independence, their pride that I just love. And they are smart creatures. No, they won’t pound their paws four times to answer what 2 + 2 equals. It won’t even meow loud if an intruder were lurking–in that, you can’t beat a dog. But still, they can live pretty independently, and they know exactly what they want.

What kind of pets have you owned?

Owning pets…

Stupid Godzilla Joke

I was reading Sammy’s entry yesterday about the end of Godzilla. He mentioned how much better it was than King Kong, and it reminded me of a stupid riddle…but you gotta know some Japanese.

Q: What do you get when a gorilla (jp: goriraゴリラ) mates with a whale (jp: kujira鯨)?
A: Godzilla (Gojiraゴジラ)

Ok, so sue me…

I hate to own pets. It’s not that I dislike animals. In fact, I really kinda like them. They are the only ones that will give you unconditional love. You could be in the worst mood, but they will always look up to you as if you were the most important person in the world. Of course, if you’re a dog, then the “owner” IS the most important person in the world. At least until I see a dog flipping burgers at a McDonalds, that is. But if a person with long hair has to wear a hat or hair net, what’s a dog gonna wear? *shudder*

At our house, when I was a kid, we had a variety of pets. My first pet, a dog, was named Kyu-chan, after Sakamoto Kyu, the singer of “Sukiyaki” (Jp: Ue wo muite aruko…). Don’t ask: My mom named her. We had her for about a year when one day she ran out into the street and was hit by a car. I was in the 4th grade and devastated. I went to school and started to cry everytime I thought about her. A classmate of mine, Reed–God rest his soul–tried to cheer me up by telling me his chicken died recently too. Oh? Did you bury her? I asked. She was dinner… Hahahah! I kid you not! I couldn’t make this up if I tried. I’ve had the funniest conversations in my day. But, at the time, his comment made me cry even more.

We’ve had rabbits, and hamsters and tropical fish. But my favorite pet was a cat. Cats can be stuck up, and nonchalant, and they will never fetch. But there is something about their sense of independence, their pride that I just love. And they are smart creatures. No, they won’t pound their paws four times to answer what 2 + 2 equals. It won’t even meow loud if an intruder were lurking–in that, you can’t beat a dog. But still, they can live pretty independently, and they know exactly what they want.

What kind of pets have you owned?

Lazy Saturday, random dream

Well, it’s lazy and random mostly cuz I’m recovering from a hangover…

  • Somedays I will have had 3 pints and have a splitting headache, and on other nights down 6 to 8 pints and wake up woozy, like today…
  • After visiting a number of places, I’m glad to learn that I am not the only one who is addicted to Xanga…
  • It’s raining off and on. At this particular moment the sun is shining through the clouds even as the rain beats down furiously on my bedroom window.
  • Thanks for all the advice. I guess I’ll just resign myself to having a simple Xanga page. I’m not so much into “cool” anyway. My time has passed. “Cool” is for the young and the adventurous, not the middle-aged and the conservative. One sign that I am getting old: It took me 5 minutes to figure out that CSS meant Cascading Style Sheet…

Last Night’s Dream

(with some embellishment.)

I walk into a classroom. White, sterile. One florescent light overhead. Large windows on two walls, one in front, one to the right. On the left is a whiteboard. Desks–about 12–are lined up against the wall on the right, in front of the window. I turn around in the room to orient myself, only to find that the desks are now lined up in the middle of the room in four rows three across facing the window. And students are sitting there taking notes.

“…each group must take one chapter of the story and give a presentation,” I announce. “But first we must take our final.”

All the students groan as I pass out the exam. They open up their Bluebooks and start scribbling answers to questions that I have yet to form…

I go to the whiteboard and write the sequence of presentations by the groups. Some students respond immeditately.

“But this is our final exam, right? Do we have to come for the rest of the semester?”

“Well, duh! I mean, there’s only two weeks left. Besides, the groups will provide information crucial for the final exam,” I shoot back.

“But we’re taking the final right now!” one student reminds me.

“No wonder I can’t answer the question,” complains another.

“Don’t worry, you’ll do fine. I’ts only an exam…” I try to comfort them.

The students just roll their eyes and continue with the exam, turning them in one at a time.

Next class–I don’t actually remember leaving the room–only four students show up, those who were supposed to give presentations. In fact, one of the presenters brought the typed presentation of another student who decided the semester was over…

I wonder if this means anything?

Lazy Saturday, random dream

Well, it’s lazy and random mostly cuz I’m recovering from a hangover…

  • Somedays I will have had 3 pints and have a splitting headache, and on other nights down 6 to 8 pints and wake up woozy, like today…
  • After visiting a number of places, I’m glad to learn that I am not the only one who is addicted to Xanga…
  • It’s raining off and on. At this particular moment the sun is shining through the clouds even as the rain beats down furiously on my bedroom window.
  • Thanks for all the advice. I guess I’ll just resign myself to having a simple Xanga page. I’m not so much into “cool” anyway. My time has passed. “Cool” is for the young and the adventurous, not the middle-aged and the conservative. One sign that I am getting old: It took me 5 minutes to figure out that CSS meant Cascading Style Sheet…

Last Night’s Dream

(with some embellishment.)

I walk into a classroom. White, sterile. One florescent light overhead. Large windows on two walls, one in front, one to the right. On the left is a whiteboard. Desks–about 12–are lined up against the wall on the right, in front of the window. I turn around in the room to orient myself, only to find that the desks are now lined up in the middle of the room in four rows three across facing the window. And students are sitting there taking notes.

“…each group must take one chapter of the story and give a presentation,” I announce. “But first we must take our final.”

All the students groan as I pass out the exam. They open up their Bluebooks and start scribbling answers to questions that I have yet to form…

I go to the whiteboard and write the sequence of presentations by the groups. Some students respond immeditately.

“But this is our final exam, right? Do we have to come for the rest of the semester?”

“Well, duh! I mean, there’s only two weeks left. Besides, the groups will provide information crucial for the final exam,” I shoot back.

“But we’re taking the final right now!” one student reminds me.

“No wonder I can’t answer the question,” complains another.

“Don’t worry, you’ll do fine. I’ts only an exam…” I try to comfort them.

The students just roll their eyes and continue with the exam, turning them in one at a time.

Next class–I don’t actually remember leaving the room–only four students show up, those who were supposed to give presentations. In fact, one of the presenters brought the typed presentation of another student who decided the semester was over…

I wonder if this means anything?