Dearest blog, I have neglected you so. Not for lack of material - there have been adventures aplenty over the past few weeks - but for want of time. (In addition to said adventures, I recently decided to hop back on the preprofessional treadmill and apply to law school, which for now entails studying LSAT books for a few hours daily.) I promise I will get around to the Saidaiji Naked Man Festival and Japan's largest bath house later this week. In the meantime, I'd like to share with you a reminiscence from last October:
Pudgy, Precocious 4th Grade Boy: Carter-sensei! Carter-sensei!! Have you seen Biohazard?! (Known in the USA as Resident Evil)
Carter: Yes I have. The movie about zombies, right?
PP4GB: Yeah!! (credulously) Are there zombies in America?
C: Nope. No zombies.
PP4GB: (disappointedly) Really?..... oh.....
C: Well, there was that one time....
PP4GB: What?! What?!
C: (feigns pent-up sadness).... No..... It's too sad....
PP4GB: Tell me! Say it!!
C: My sister.... she.... she was eaten by a zombie!
PP4GB: No way!!! But wait.... doesn't that mean that she's a zombie now?
C: (frowns, nods grimly) I'm afraid so.
PP4GB: (seriously) Anyone who gets bitten turns into a zombie. I'm glad we don't have zombies here in Japan.
C: I guess you're right.... wait. Just before I got on the plane to come here, she.... she.... BLAWRRRRR!!!! (cocks head to side, contorts face to lopsided grimace, advances towards PP4G in jerky, limping gait) BRAINS!!! I WANT BRAINS!!!!
PP4GB: AHHHHH!!!!! (flees up stairs, does a double take, faces C with hands folded together, index fingers in the shape of a pistol barrel) POW POW!!! POW POW POW!!!!
C advances towards PP4GB arms outstretched, receives imaginary bullet to the face, slumps against the stairwell wall. The chime rings and PP4G runs to class.