1) Can you Westerers read when I type in Japanese syllburries (dammit my spellcheck doesn't know that word), like so? こんいちわ！僕輪ジャソンです。
Just checking. The typology came standard with my Mac; not sure if it do with other OSs.
2) I was told on good authority yesterday that I couldn't be friends with ex-girlfriends, because that's not the way it worked. Why? "I don't wanna talk about it anymore."
3) I just finished FLCL, a 6-episode anime that is, in my opinion, a postmodern retelling of Evangelion. It's amazingly well-done, though, in terms of animation, sound, and plot progression, which is so schizophrenic as to sometimes make you wonder if the writers had any clear idea what they were doing at all. Oh, but they did. And I'll spend the rest of my life trying to find a way to think my way into their creative process.
4) When I breathe out of my mouth I can see fog. In my apartment. I don't wanna.
V) Writing a mini-epic in iambic pentameter is perhaps the damnedest project I've ever undertaken. I hate it and I sound like Yoda and it'd be so much easier if I just threw it together without regards for such things. But, Jason, that's also be lazy, and you'd learn nothing. So shaddap.