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I want a bottle of condensed hontsuyu so I can just dump a couple tablespoons in the pot when I’m making soba, why can’t I find this.

#i used a lot of condensed hondashi when i lived in aichi #i could never find it anywhere else though just the powder in packets

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I have a lot of anxiety dreams where I’m in Japan and have forgotten how to say basic stuff in Japanese. Last night I dreamed I was in Shinjuku and very upset with myself because I couldn’t remember 1) “shitsurei shimasu,” which means “excuse me,” and 2) “taiyaki,” which means “a fried pastry shaped like a fish and usually filled with sweet bean paste or cream.”

Also the plot of Battlefield Terra was going on, but I was more upset that I couldn’t remember about fish pastries.

Edit: You need to understand that Battlefield Terra happening in Shinjuku is an extremely funny thing to contemplate. Really, putting any emotionally-intense disaster narrative in Shinjuku is fucking hilarious. It’s too bad anime doesn’t take advantage of the absurdity of this situation the way it should.

"I NEED TO MAKE OUT WITH YOU BECAUSE EVERYONE IS GOING TO DIE AND TELEPATHY"

*nearby, a man in a scarf awkwardly ignores this while evincing an intense and joyless preoccupation with some pastel macarons*

*also nearby: a wall made entirely of white plush pomeranian toys for some goddamn reason, it’s terrifying*

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Dogwall.

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Dubiety has been mad at me for several weeks, because I made him spend nine days at a different house! With strange animals! And also took him to the vet! Where they made him go to sleep even though he didn’t want to!

But he’s presently napping on my hand in his usual configuration for the first time since I betrayed him. I guess I’m forgiven?

Shale and Zevran have the best DAO conversations.

Shale: So here is a question for the painted elf…
Zevran: Painted elf? Oh, that’s me! I do like that.
Shale: Am I to understand correctly that the painted elf is a “crow”?
Zevran: Not literally, but… yes. I am a Crow.
Shale: As in a bird.
Zevran: Is there another sort?
Shale: So the painted elf assaults helpless statuary with its feces?
Zevran: If given sufficient cause, why not?
Shale: That is outrageous! The painted elf will stay away from me. Or else.
Zevran: (Sighs) I get a lot of that.

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