Last week we went to a local Japanese restaurant's five-year celebration, which was set up in the form of a matsuri (Japanese festival). You bought tickets, and used them to buy various bits of food onna stick or food inna paper cone, and wandered about. I also had a cup of sake called The Fox's Wife, which smelled bready and tasted mild--I quite liked it.
We also went to see The Intergalactic Nemesis this weekend, a live-action graphic novel, as it was called. It was basically six performers: three voice actors doing all the dialogue, someone whose job was to project the comic panels (sans speech bubbles) on the screen and advance them as the actors carried on, someone who improvised the soundtrack on the piano, and the star of the show: the Foley artist, who did all the sound effects. The experience was interesting, although the story itself was eh, because it deliberately was aiming at all the standard '30s pulp tropes.
Before the show we ate at Yolk., which is so over-the-top hipster in the name (note the period) that it's hilarious. Quite tasty, though.
Also, yesterday at work I had the Mystery of the Missing Paper Towels. I keep a roll of paper towels in my office for lunch things, and yesterday my half-used roll was missing. No clues left behind. Today, as I brought in a new roll of paper towels, I passed by the trash can/cart used by Housekeeping and noticed a half-roll of my exact brand of paper towels in their stash of cleaning implements. My best guess is that whoever cleaned my office in the wee hours of the morning assumed it was theirs and picked it up. I'm not going to mention anything about it because complaining about a half-roll of paper towels feels petty, but my new roll is locked away in the cupboard in my office now.
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