Braindead braindumping and a meme
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ciaweth, piratelemur, ohsochewy, whatever. I don't usually do memes, but feel obligated since I commented on theirs.
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4) Tell a first memory about you.
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Last night, after finally getting things to work!11!!!1!1! at work, I went to dinner at the downtown Todai withgenericman and Mike "from Duquesne" Piatek, who I hadn't seen since like, some DDR thing or another back in 2002 or 2003. He's all grown-up and grad-student-like now!
Todai changed their policy or maybe I just never knew about it since we always had a big enough group, but apparently you only get the free meal on your birthday if there are 3 or more people with you (otherwise you get a certificate to come back for a free meal another day, also accompanied by someone else). So Mike and I did not count as three people for Jason's birthday, alas, but I think we had fun, though Jason and I both talk way too much for me to really catch up significantly with what Mike's up to these days besides CS grad school at UW. Heck, I'm not sure I even found out if he still plays DDR.
I went to B&N after that and picked up the Hardball Times book as well as the Moe Berg story "The Catcher Was A Spy", and made Jason buy a copy of the Gehrig book I finished, "Luckiest Man".
At home I watched the first two episodes of Haken no Hinkaku (a TV show this season about the state of temp workers in offices in Japan). The show is pretty good on its own, but I'm also using it educationally as a refresher course on business Japanese, as well as picking up on dress codes. After that I wrote my book review of Luckiest Man, which was heartfelt and a little bit depressing, I'm sure.
ciaweth, piratelemur, ohsochewy, whatever. I don't usually do memes, but feel obligated since I commented on theirs.Leave a comment and I will:
1) Tell you why I friended you.
2) Associate you with a song/film.
3) Tell a random fact about you.
4) Tell a first memory about you.
5) Associate you with a character/pairing.
6) Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
7) Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
8) In return, you must repost in your LJ. Okay, not really. I don't care if you do or don't.
Last night, after finally getting things to work!11!!!1!1! at work, I went to dinner at the downtown Todai with
genericman and Mike "from Duquesne" Piatek, who I hadn't seen since like, some DDR thing or another back in 2002 or 2003. He's all grown-up and grad-student-like now! Todai changed their policy or maybe I just never knew about it since we always had a big enough group, but apparently you only get the free meal on your birthday if there are 3 or more people with you (otherwise you get a certificate to come back for a free meal another day, also accompanied by someone else). So Mike and I did not count as three people for Jason's birthday, alas, but I think we had fun, though Jason and I both talk way too much for me to really catch up significantly with what Mike's up to these days besides CS grad school at UW. Heck, I'm not sure I even found out if he still plays DDR.
I went to B&N after that and picked up the Hardball Times book as well as the Moe Berg story "The Catcher Was A Spy", and made Jason buy a copy of the Gehrig book I finished, "Luckiest Man".
At home I watched the first two episodes of Haken no Hinkaku (a TV show this season about the state of temp workers in offices in Japan). The show is pretty good on its own, but I'm also using it educationally as a refresher course on business Japanese, as well as picking up on dress codes. After that I wrote my book review of Luckiest Man, which was heartfelt and a little bit depressing, I'm sure.
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