When life gives you a lemon, you are probably out of sugar too.
Quinine and Campari, on the other hand, may be available.
Occasionally riding on a time machine in a blogsphere
When life gives you a lemon, you are probably out of sugar too.
Quinine and Campari, on the other hand, may be available.
The idea that some roaches resemble beetles has removed some of the uneasiness.
The use of a pinky on right ctrl marks a milestone for typing proficiency. The use of a tongue on a cell phone screen also marks a milestone for something.
Something very important.
The current book ghost in our library needs more friends.
Time to go shopping for one-hundred year old books.
Heels of bread seem a little too descriptive while ears of bread sound a little too obscure.
Once saw someone getting his “hidden” keys from underneath a rock.
Felt too awkward to walk up to him and say “I know where you hide your keys” but maybe I should have?
When people answer correctly to a “would you mind if…” question, it often causes confusion.
A new etiquette for watch wearers: always make your watch very visible.
The bigger, the better.
Wonder why solanine is such a popular subject in science for elementary school students in Japan.
A hippo giving CPR to a gazelle is nerve wrecking.
Hopefully, that was after he’d gone to fishy dental hygienists.
The best food I’ve ever had was a freshly harvested tomato that I bought and ate on a farm in the middle of Tokyo. That old farmer’s tomatoes could make life problems disappear but alas, he and his magical fruit are long gone. And so, instead, the city had to build a district court there to solve everyone’s life problems.
In search of magical tomatoes.
Great white eggs –> Pictures of sandwiches.
Not quite what I wanted to see.
Pointing at an empty museum security’s chair, a child asks his mother, “is that art too?”
Good question.
When there are 3 siblings in fables, which sibling is most often described as the best of three?
The grass is always greener and drier in my imagination.
I wish there were information on streets with speed bumps on maps.
Helpful for planning my bike ride.
“The next stations is…Lynn”
The voice continued;
“which is the next station.”
IIt took me at least a quarter century to realize that not everyone asks for help frequently during hiccups.
In fact, I didn’t know that I did for a long time.
Balloons make me anti-environmentalists.
When I watch romantic scenes involving samurai, I have a hard time concentrating on the story.
That hairdo is mesmerizing.