Author: mika

Tosa dog = Bulldog + Bull Terrior + Shikoku Dog + Great Dane + English Muffins

Not quite.

Books become too heavy to hold before my eye lids become too heavy to stay open.

Ten seconds of frustration. Every night.

On some days, I lose things and find them as I look for other things.

On those days, all I need to do is to find more things to find.

Biking rule 1: Avoid biking over a wing.

Did I have enough whiskey?

Is it whiskey or whisky?

“When I sneeze, I see stars”

An almost romantic line.

Some fungi make me wish that my skin were as smooth as theirs.

Being in a foreign country justifies the act of eating junk food.

When I sent a text message with just one or two letters, I feel ripped off.

So wrong.

Can carnivorous plants spit out things they don’t like?

bvg is a signal for a replacement mouse cap.

My teeth started retracting at the sight of a dental office whose doctor’s name was sixty-six percent filled with Zs.

The more I eat, the better I appreciate the design of lychees.

Impeccable.

Wonder if it would be fun or annoying if people could put comments anywhere on blogs.

I always imagined that it would be nice to be woken up by a crowing rooster.

Then I discovered that a digital crowing rooster gives me a headache and heartache.

Then I actually got woken up by a rooster and realized that I can’t turn it off very easily.

Either way, rooster alarms work very well.

An urban female moth: When a person feeds a fish to a cat on the National Catfish Day, the person would be protected from earthquakes.

There is a mysterious key that I occasionally press by accident that turns my language setting to Kannada.

Pretty cool.

I’m afraid that I will one day eat a tuna with left-over spines.

And no, not the fish.

The slime of cactus makes me miss Japan.