Hey Everyone.

I washed my hair today.

For the first time in I can't remember when.

A conservative estimate would be three months.

I look like someone else.

Before I went to bed last night I read a few more chapters of Wrong About Japan by Peter Carey .

You remember when I described a couple of the non-japanese people accompanying the Japanese Goth and Punk kids at the Devonshire Arms on Monday night as Otaku?

There is a few pages on the term Otaku in the Book.

Peter Carey tells how he tried to pin down what Otaku actually means, but he couldn't. Amongst the definitions he found, one of the was a person who lives alone, in a small room, only connecting with the outside world digitally, by means of his computer.

Another definitions is of the mutant minds made from cramming for University Entrance Exams. Once the exams are passed, they find themselves with a ridiculous hunger for pointless, context free, information, which they gather and absorb at exponential rates.

Bizarre.

Both those descriptions sometimes describe me, at the different points of my life.

I was Otaku before I knew what one was.

Or maybe not. I had heard the term when I first came to UQ. I had signed up for the Anime Society, but I never attended any of their screenings, partially because I was too busy, partially because they were absolutely terrible at publicising when their screenings were.

Strange that a club run by nerds should be so disorganised and ineffective.

In any case, time's out.

I have to go.

Over and out.

Happy Birthday Gus (I know that I'm early. I'm just trying to get ahead of the time difference).