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jinianHow is there ready-made tuna salad onigiri in this world? Tuna salad onigiri, mind you, that is labeled "shii chikin mayoneezu". CHICKEN OF THE SEA. I mean, it was good. But what?
Wonderful things:
Serious awesome Black Widow fic
Ridiculous cute Avengers and Darcy fic
Adorable affirming Avengers fic
The Problem with the Big Bang Theory -- really glad someone else sees this so articulately, I just knew I felt really sad that my parents like it so much
Human skin tones as Pantone colors -- needs more dark, but really fun to see all the variation so far
There are a few things I pass while walking to the lab that are pretty Japan-specific, like the gutter-covering tiles. I confess, every time I see them I think of rolling them up in my katamari.
When I got home yesterday, there were five Chinese girls eating in the kitchen. That's more than live with us! Two of them were new Master's students, and they pressed me nicely to eat with them all. We had some good conversation -- they were really curious about Halloween, they know about Seattle from watching the American drama Grey's Anatomy, Chinese women have a lot of trouble getting jobs without advanced degrees and we all think sexism sucks. And the food was great. They glossed one thing as kung pao chicken, but it wasn't spicy at all, just delicious: little chicken bits and carrots and a little broccoli, green onions and avoidable tomatoes, with some amazing spice I need to inquire about further. Lulu bought some spaghetti, so I am required to show her how to cook it!
Wonderful things:
Serious awesome Black Widow fic
Ridiculous cute Avengers and Darcy fic
Adorable affirming Avengers fic
The Problem with the Big Bang Theory -- really glad someone else sees this so articulately, I just knew I felt really sad that my parents like it so much
Human skin tones as Pantone colors -- needs more dark, but really fun to see all the variation so far
There are a few things I pass while walking to the lab that are pretty Japan-specific, like the gutter-covering tiles. I confess, every time I see them I think of rolling them up in my katamari.
When I got home yesterday, there were five Chinese girls eating in the kitchen. That's more than live with us! Two of them were new Master's students, and they pressed me nicely to eat with them all. We had some good conversation -- they were really curious about Halloween, they know about Seattle from watching the American drama Grey's Anatomy, Chinese women have a lot of trouble getting jobs without advanced degrees and we all think sexism sucks. And the food was great. They glossed one thing as kung pao chicken, but it wasn't spicy at all, just delicious: little chicken bits and carrots and a little broccoli, green onions and avoidable tomatoes, with some amazing spice I need to inquire about further. Lulu bought some spaghetti, so I am required to show her how to cook it!
