Bleeding Fiction

My Japanese class ended this morning, and it ended with rapping pirates and zombies.

Perhaps I should explain. We had to do skits for our last oral exam rather than conversations. My group did a sort of classic samurai revenge epic (well, as epic as you can get in 6 minutes...), but one of the other groups did a skit about a pirate captain whose subordinate pirates give him a zombie for Christmas. There then follows a rap battle between the captain and another pirate for control of the... erm... clan? Tribe? Penzance? Well, control of the whatever the collective noun for pirates is.

The pirate skit won the class. I mean that seriously; there was a competition, with voting and everything. It was 34 votes for the pirate skit, 6 votes for the sexual harrasment skit and 1 vote for the ghost skit. I'd pay real cash money to see that pirate skit again...

So, class is over. I'd like to say it's no more Japanese for me, at least for 5 weeks, but to be keeping everything fresh in my head for third-year I'll be practicing with my (cute) tutor again once I get back from New Jersey.

Oh, right. New Jersey. So, I'm leaving for New Jersey in a few hours. I'll be there until just after Labor Day. I won't have access to the internet in that time, so no blog posts or emails until I get back. If you need to reach me, use the phone.

As always, I'll see some of you soon and I'll see the rest of you (at least metaphorically) when I get back.