Beating up old men...
...Was never so much fun. Really, you'd think I hadn't been studying Japanese for three years when you see the cud-chewing blank looks some people make when you give orders in Japanese. What works? Pushin' em. Yeaaah. *Oku kara osuwari kudasaimase~~~~~~!!!* (please sit from the end)
I've been here for nearly 4 months now, so here's a few random updates:
-constant Indescribable Cravings for nan bread, melon soda, and curry in all its glorious forms
-Kt, able to cram 280 confused natives onto 10 benches in a single minute
-Deriving pure joy from the eating of plain rice
-The first marked use of a foreigner wearing a sick mask (The cloth that doctors wear to cover their nose and mouth; the japanese wear them when sick so as not to spread germs. Doesn't anyone else think this is a GREAT idea?)
-Can make fun of babies and comprehend them in three languages (English, Japanese, and snot-bubble), and chase small children while on a Segway
-saw Beavis and Butthead, subtitled in Japanese-- Kansai ben no less! (Kansai been is incredibly rude, and slangy, exactly the kind of language we're NOT supposed to use at the Pavilion. But people think Kansai dialect is hawt, and hysterical when used by foreigners (think of an Ebonics/Redneck/Gangster mixture...) so naturally we drop the K bomb whenever possible.
...I had a few more, but I already forgot. More importantly is as follows...perhaps one panty-shot short of being featured in cosmo's most embarrasing moments.
In perhaps one of the most nerve-racking moments of my life yet, our movie went down in Main Show yesterday, and 264 people turned to my lone self to figure out what was going on. Having spent many shows battling idiotic high school students and cranky old folk, I was at that point still collected. Well, I didn't know how to say techinical difficulties, so I told them to wait a moment. They laughed of course, because white people are silly. After cooly/frantically pushing a few restartish buttons, the show resumes. Kinda. Not really. It goes down, and THIS time, all sorts of poo hits the fan. All the special effects start going off, the finale kite is ziping back and forth, and the rain machine kicks on FULL FORCE. Japanese people are shat on yearly by nature--a one month monsoon season? They don't like rain. Great, the tech radios me, and tells me to entertain them. "And so," I declared, "be entertained." And from that main show--10 minutes and 15 seconds later--264 people left knowing my spin on Daitouryo President Bush, the phrase "monster kite" firmly in mind, and the Ekberg finger-dance.
Are you not entertained???
S'ok, tonight is Karaoke, tomorrow is Onsen, next is Billiard Expo party, and then a midget break before the HUGE GOLDEN WEEK! WARG!
I've been here for nearly 4 months now, so here's a few random updates:
-constant Indescribable Cravings for nan bread, melon soda, and curry in all its glorious forms
-Kt, able to cram 280 confused natives onto 10 benches in a single minute
-Deriving pure joy from the eating of plain rice
-The first marked use of a foreigner wearing a sick mask (The cloth that doctors wear to cover their nose and mouth; the japanese wear them when sick so as not to spread germs. Doesn't anyone else think this is a GREAT idea?)
-Can make fun of babies and comprehend them in three languages (English, Japanese, and snot-bubble), and chase small children while on a Segway
-saw Beavis and Butthead, subtitled in Japanese-- Kansai ben no less! (Kansai been is incredibly rude, and slangy, exactly the kind of language we're NOT supposed to use at the Pavilion. But people think Kansai dialect is hawt, and hysterical when used by foreigners (think of an Ebonics/Redneck/Gangster mixture...) so naturally we drop the K bomb whenever possible.
...I had a few more, but I already forgot. More importantly is as follows...perhaps one panty-shot short of being featured in cosmo's most embarrasing moments.
In perhaps one of the most nerve-racking moments of my life yet, our movie went down in Main Show yesterday, and 264 people turned to my lone self to figure out what was going on. Having spent many shows battling idiotic high school students and cranky old folk, I was at that point still collected. Well, I didn't know how to say techinical difficulties, so I told them to wait a moment. They laughed of course, because white people are silly. After cooly/frantically pushing a few restartish buttons, the show resumes. Kinda. Not really. It goes down, and THIS time, all sorts of poo hits the fan. All the special effects start going off, the finale kite is ziping back and forth, and the rain machine kicks on FULL FORCE. Japanese people are shat on yearly by nature--a one month monsoon season? They don't like rain. Great, the tech radios me, and tells me to entertain them. "And so," I declared, "be entertained." And from that main show--10 minutes and 15 seconds later--264 people left knowing my spin on Daitouryo President Bush, the phrase "monster kite" firmly in mind, and the Ekberg finger-dance.
Are you not entertained???
S'ok, tonight is Karaoke, tomorrow is Onsen, next is Billiard Expo party, and then a midget break before the HUGE GOLDEN WEEK! WARG!