I just about died when I saw this.

This is the cold open from the 2006 Prime-Time Emmy Awards. Conan O'Brien hosted.

Classes are okay. Professors are okay. Contrary to popular opinion, the student population really isn't that nerdy. There's a good mix of people all around. And the food is extraordinarily good, considering I used to retch at the stuff I ate at home. And Freshman Fifteen? More like Freshman Negative Five or something. Yes, I've been losing weight.

The campus is nice, but I've heard sirens from the surrounding city every day since I've been here. It makes me think of the events that occasion those emergency responders. People have also warned of a gang of preteens running around mugging people… which, I don't know… seems a little funny to me.

The Furry's been quieter than usual. I haven't heard him squeak much. He does accompany me to class and to the dining halls. He's still lovely. Davey-boy molests him, though. I'll have to do something about that.

So, in all, my depression seems well on the road to recovery.

At any rate, I did find this one tune with fitting lyrics for this period in my life ("Lost Inside" by Nemesea). I included the whole album playlist below for your listening pleasure. Trust me, it's a beautiful album. Even pop lovers should adore it.

The Furry and I will go to dinner now. See you around.

In case you were worried, I'm not dead.

And now, as I alluded in my previous post, the Supreme, Omnipotent and Omniscient God of All Things Furry shall reveal his likeness.

The Furry commands you to surrender all of your disposable income. Now.

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The photo above is of a stone-pagoda-thing that I found while visiting my grandmother's memorial in Hangzhou, China. The grave site was one of hundreds erected on the face of a steep hillock, and — being the on-and-off adventurous child that I am — I followed the stone steps all the way to the top, where I found the pagoda. There was a rusty metal door, but it was chained shut. Luckily, the chain was long enough (and I skinny enough) for me to wriggle through the gap, and the Furry (see that gray mass? — more about him later) and I were able to enter, where we scaled a flight of stairs and found ourselves in a derelict chamber with arched windows. When I looked out, I could see the buildings around for miles. It reminded me of a similar climb somewhere in Germany, atop a vineyard hill. I hailed my dad halfway down the hillside, and my deaf great-uncle snapped a photo of us two hoodlums.

Of course, it wasn't till later that I saw the security cameras.

Anyway, this is just a preliminary sampling. And as I'm loath to reveal my likeness, finding some photos where I don't look like a complete doofus will take some time.

ONCE AGAIN, GREETINGS FROM TIANJIN, CHINA. I decided that the best thing about China was its relatively cheap clothing. Not the kind in department stores, but the kind you find on the street. Oh how I love street shopping. And a couple of these shops are very trendy. A lot of them blast dance music. And the other day, I heard the dance song "With Love" by Hilary Duff! IT WAS AWESOME!!

On the other hand, people here seem to have never heard of vegetarianism. I go into a restaurant, prod my dad into explaining to the waitresses that I don't eat meat, and then they ask, "Oh, does she eat shrimp? Fish? What kind of vegetables can she eat?" And then one of my great-grandmothers asks if I can eat chicken. Practically everyone is equally confounded and idiotic when I announce my vegetarianism.

In those instances, I totally felt like palming their chests and sucking the life out of those nincompoops, exactly like the Wraith, an alien race from the Pegasus galaxy in the science fiction show Stargate Atlantis, does.

In conclusion, being a Wraith would be really cool.