The volunteer lady from the shelter had told us that putting the kittens in a laundry net had a calming effect on them that would make it a lot easier to give them a shampoo…
A detail I should definitely have started with, when I asked the lady at the store if she thought that laundry net would fit a kitten.
Good news: our five-week old kitten is very athletic and can effortlessly scale the 2m high cupboard outside our bedroom (the curtains help).
Less good news: she has, however, not yet figured a way to climb down from it, other than by meowing at the top of her surprisingly capacious lungs, at 7 in the morning until a (sleepy) human elevator shows up.
I know the following claim might come off as slightly suspicious, posted at 1:34am and freshly back from drinking in Shinjuku, but… I just saw a tanuki casually crossing the boulevard, two blocks from our house. A freaking tanuki. In the middle of Tokyo.
I would have chalked it up to alcohol and a very weird-looking cat, but the taxi driver was even more categorical that the thing was neither an itachi nor a cat, but indeed a tanuki.
Next week: wild boars in our courtyard.
Work discussion with my boss this morning:
– So, for this project, I think we should use the Cox regression model.
– Yes, let’s go with Cox.
– But the dimension of the data means we will need to adjust the model.
– Right, bigger Cox.
– That could work. Or perhaps smaller input.
– How about multiple Cox with wider input?
Don’t let the title on the door fool you: in my head, I am still in Junior High School.
What the hell happened during the time I was away from Tokyo?!?
When did Womb turn into the cheesiest club in town?
Tonight felt like an outtake from the Jersey shore, Japanese edition: never have I seen that many fratboyish western meatheads in one place. The entire club was just one crewcut-sporting, wife-beater-wearing, shot-pounding ocean of steroid.
Dear lady walking in front of me on the way to work this morning:
In light of today’s meteorological circumstances, I am not sure your choice of a thin white cotton dress and black lacy underwear was well-advised.
But thanks for the show anyway.
The shōtengai behind my house has Hawaiian music playing at background volume on the speakers…
I live in the cartoon caricature of a sleepy Summer town.
Five years (on and off) in Japan and still can’t understand a word Mifune Toshirō is saying…
But damn if I can’t hold my own in a sweaty 30-minute phone conversation with the NTT lady.
I bought my first ever electric drill yesterday.
Half-expected balloons to drop from the ceiling and the store manager to come over to personally congratulate me on finally entering mature adulthood.
Can we instigate a rule wherein any internet company with more than 10 users that is found not to be using salted encrypted hashes for their user password database… gets to have its website shut down, servers sold for scrap and entire web development team slowly impaled on sharpened Aeron chairs?
People keep harping on the stupidity of end-users in their choice of passwords, but with proper hashing and salting, even password123 would make a halfway-decent password.