Wow. Based on my last entry, I think it's safe to postulate that my readership is either very intelligent or spending too much time in the Matrix. Or both.
Since everyone (namely, um, no one) seems to want more pictures of me and my exciting life, here's some from my Finals week sushi buffet outing.
Nathan giving me a "Can I eat my sushi now?" look.
Nathan: passionate sushi eater.
Brave sushi newbie Laura also giving me a "Can I eat my sushi now?" look.
Me eating raw salmon. Tastes pretty good, actually.
Nifty sushi boats and lots of oranges.
Sushi close-up. The nice thing about going to a sushi buffet more than once is knowing what's good. For those who fear raw fish, note the tasty BBQ chicken in the middle.
Another sushi close-up. Big one up front is my favorite: a spider roll. No, no spiders, just a deep fried shrimp, rice, avocado, tasty sauce, and some other fish I can't identify.
The final tally. Going to a sushi buffet with at least one other guy isn't a meal: it's a test of one's manhood. The small but respectable stack of seven plates in front is Laura's. Nathan and I are responsible for the two towers in the back: we tied at thirteen, and chose to mutually end the conflict.
Yeah you have to break 10 for the sake of your dignity and from then on you are just going to outstretch the other guy.