dancing queen
do you ever wake up to the most random song in your head? somehow, i have "dancing queen" by abba in my head and i can't get it out! maybe i have to dance it out...
the maintenance guy came to fix our dishwasher today, turns out it was just a sliver of wood stuck in the drain. i didn't think we owned any wooden utensils until i noticed a wooden spoon on our counter. huh. then we started talking about captain morgan and how his last job was bar securty (even though he's about my size). then he told me a story about when he was going into a bar (long time ago) and the bouncer was a huge african-american and the guy in line in front of him was a small japanese guy. the bouncer says he doesn't like "orientals" so he can't come in. the japanese guys starts pleading with him to just let him go in and get his friends and they'll leave. the bouncer says no and puts a hand on his shoulder. the japanese guy tells him to take it please three times and when the bouncer doesn't, he sweeps the hand off his shoulder and strikes the bouncer, knocking him backwards. the bouncer tries to hit him back, but the japanese guy is much quicker and ends up knocking him down the stairs (this was on the second floor at the top of the stairs). the bouncer is madder than ever and is still trying to land a punch on this little japanese guy who keeps knocking him backwards. all the while, the japanese guy is saying sorry and asking if he can just get his friends and leave. the bouncer is mad and saying things like i'm going to kill you so the japanese guy knocks the bouncer into the street, but since there's traffic, he quick grabs him and throws him back onto the sidewalk. the bouncer still won't give up so the japanese guy uses cotta or kota (???) or something involving hitting nerve simplexes thus rendering the bouncer unconcious. he revives the bouncer, but it takes awhile for the bouncer to be completely coherent so the japanese guy goes up and gets his friends and leaves. pretty cool story. then the maintenance guy tells me about this martial art (cotta) and how it's illegal to teach it because of too many accidental deaths. anyhoo, that's my story for the day.
the maintenance guy came to fix our dishwasher today, turns out it was just a sliver of wood stuck in the drain. i didn't think we owned any wooden utensils until i noticed a wooden spoon on our counter. huh. then we started talking about captain morgan and how his last job was bar securty (even though he's about my size). then he told me a story about when he was going into a bar (long time ago) and the bouncer was a huge african-american and the guy in line in front of him was a small japanese guy. the bouncer says he doesn't like "orientals" so he can't come in. the japanese guys starts pleading with him to just let him go in and get his friends and they'll leave. the bouncer says no and puts a hand on his shoulder. the japanese guy tells him to take it please three times and when the bouncer doesn't, he sweeps the hand off his shoulder and strikes the bouncer, knocking him backwards. the bouncer tries to hit him back, but the japanese guy is much quicker and ends up knocking him down the stairs (this was on the second floor at the top of the stairs). the bouncer is madder than ever and is still trying to land a punch on this little japanese guy who keeps knocking him backwards. all the while, the japanese guy is saying sorry and asking if he can just get his friends and leave. the bouncer is mad and saying things like i'm going to kill you so the japanese guy knocks the bouncer into the street, but since there's traffic, he quick grabs him and throws him back onto the sidewalk. the bouncer still won't give up so the japanese guy uses cotta or kota (???) or something involving hitting nerve simplexes thus rendering the bouncer unconcious. he revives the bouncer, but it takes awhile for the bouncer to be completely coherent so the japanese guy goes up and gets his friends and leaves. pretty cool story. then the maintenance guy tells me about this martial art (cotta) and how it's illegal to teach it because of too many accidental deaths. anyhoo, that's my story for the day.
posted by scott at 11:56 AM
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It's Kota...and I'm an expert. An old Japanese man taught me in his basement before he died.
This morning I woke up with "Paper Heart" by All-American Rejects in my head.
luke: i hope he didn't teach you after the law was passed. anyhoo, can i practice on you?
natalie: heh, now that song is in my head.
Random!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i can't promise you a bed on monday night. travis will be back by then.
yeah, get fred's phone number. that just might work. i'm not ms certified, but i wouldn't mind getting it. you can give him my phone number too or let him know i'll probably be calling him.
oh, and bring that henshall book. i want to see the entry.
stupid me. how could i forget?
I want to learn Luke
"A Guide to Remembering Japanese Characters." I believe that I have a book "How not to forget Kanji" it dosen't even pretend that it will teach them.
Way to turn a wooden spoon story into an exciting fight scene.
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