Wednesday, October 6, 2004

Don't touch me; I don't know where you've been.

I have alot of online friends. In fact, my "Online People" contact list on MSN is longer than my "Relatives", "Losers From the ROM", "School-'chums'", and "Cool People--*ahem*" lists combined. My AIM list has about 30 people on it, and I know a grand total of two of them IRL. So, who are all these people? If only I knew. I cannot identify half the people I see signing in or exchange brief halloos with on a regular basis by OB or myO user name. Some prominent online contacts I actually know (in internet terms) are pretty much easily found via my contact list. However, there is one person on that list who I know better'n the rest of you online people combined. And that person is none other than--you guessed it--Kassedry, Kanna, Kassandra, yugiorox06 (ahh, those n00b days), and just about anything that starts with a "K". As of some time within the vague concept of now, I've been friends with her for three years. That's longer than I've known Sammie-chan, as far as communication goes. So yeah: Kassedry's a cool kid. Go check out her blog. Sheesh. (Even though she never updates. Dah!) *** I started writing another short story. Doesn't have a name yet. Hm. As you should know, my only knowledge of Japanese culture comes from manga, anime, and my obession with James Clavell, the latter of which is rather out of date as far as culture goes. So quit being such a fuckin' purist and enjoy the goddamn thing. Toue Nobuhiro was not a tall man. In fact, he was quite short, a fact he blamed primarily (if not entirely) on his Japanese heritage. He had never been made acutely aware of his lack of height (for his head only reached five feet, seven inches higher than the ground) until now, however. Nobuhiro had been born and raised in a small village in rural Japan. He had failed every English class and exam he’d ever taken, and could not say or understand more of it than any newborn baby. He had never really watched very many movies, having grown up without electricity, and rarely read. He was too caught up in spending countless hours on end every week inking other people’s weekly comics. Nobuhiro drew backgrounds for a living, and this fact had eventually led to him, for the first time in his life, realizing how short he was. The woman was taller than him by several inches, something that could not have been very drastically assisted by her flat-bottomed flip-flops. Her hair was a shade of purple that would have gotten a student all but expelled from any respectable Japanese school, and she had several holes through various parts of her face. The tank top she was wearing revealed rather a lot of cleavage, and he found he had little to say to her but “Ano—ohiyogouzaimasu.” There's more, but I wont bother posting it if no one likes the first bit. Heh. Incidentally, Nobuhiro is also the name of the This Sucks! fish, as of last year, French class.

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