So the new officers of the radio club were railroaded elected today and I’m the new treasurer-elect. So I think I’ll start sending out harassing email telling people to pay their dues. AHAHAHAHA.

So, yesterday we had to take my dad out for Japanese food and tonight my sister had to take him out for Japanese food. He’s quite particular about what he wants to eat. In fact, he never wants to go back for dinner to the place we went yesterday (Hakatamon) because we had to wait a whole three minutes for a table. The food there has it’s ups and downs; the udon is excellent, but the rest isn’t that great. He has to have Japanese food, though, and that means there’s only two places he can go. In fact, yesterday he said he wanted, “Meat,” and when we started thinking of places to go he started pouting and we just had to bundle him up and drive him to another Japanese restaurant. My sister wanted to KIIIILL HIIIM. Or at least that’s what she said.

I suppose I shouldn’t be so hard on his odd food fixation since I have almost the opposite problem. I really am sick of Japanese food. When I was in Japan, I had a rotation of hamburger places I’d go to and some weeks I’d go to McDonald’s three or four times a week. The worst part is I lived in the Osaka area, which is known for good food. When I came back to Oregon, I refused to go out to the Japanese restaurants here because they were awful compared to the food I had in Japan. The food here is probably comparable to the swill they eat in Tokyo.

Oh, well, the food I’ve had lately hasn’t been so bad. I can always get unique things and lately I’ve had cold udon with grated Japanese radish, and seafood spaghetti with small clams and shrimp.