Last night, I watched Superman and Johnny Bravo again with Benny Hill. Not the real Benny Hill, but just some English guy who lives in the gaijin house with me. He's not quite as chubby, but nice all the same. Anyway, the late-night cartoon thing is becoming something of a ritual for us.
Superman ended with a bit of a cliff-hanger. It was about his first day in Metropolis, at a time when no one knew who Superman was. He was only known as the blue and red "Angel" sighted around the city, performing good deeds. So there was this scene about halfway through the show where an enormous steel girder is about to fall on Lois Lane, but the mysterious Angel shows up in the nick of time to catch the girder, thus keeping Miss Lane three dimensional.
As Superman was holding the girder up, Lois Lane was staring at him in disbelief. She must have been thinking:
"Who the hell is this guy in the under-roos and cape? Man, he looks an awful lot like the new guy they hired at the Daily Planet...minus the glasses and the suit. Where the hell is Smallville anyway?"
You'd think that she would put 2 and 2 together. Anyway, if we ever got a superhero in my town, I'd run away each time he showed his face. Eventually, people would make the connection. "Wait...everytime that Wonderman is around, Brian isn't. Hmmm, I wonder..."
Of course, this might lead to some misdirected anger. I'd get my ass kicked around every bend by the street punks Wonderman put in the slammer. As he's pounding the snot out of me: "Hey, remember me? Not so super now are you, bitch?" That would suck.
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Was caught for a lesson to teach today, so I fell back on a good ol' pronunciation lesson. They're great. Japanese people have a lot of trouble differentiating "f" and "h", "v" and "b", "th" and "s", and "r" and "l". So lesson consisted of me forcing them to say the following sentences:
- Viscious vampire bats blatantly borrow big, bloated boats to go to Vietnam and vote.
- Thankfully, this was the thought that thoroughly thawed the three thickest throngs.
- Little Ricky the rolling rabbit lounged lavishly, as he listed off rock and roll lyrics, while running along the rails.
- Red lorry, yellow lorry.
It was incredibly difficult for them, and afforded me the time to sit back and think what the hell I was going to do for my next lesson.
In the teacher's room, Canadian Guy taught me another one I could have used.
"I'm not the pheasant plucker, I'm the pheasant plucker's son. I'm only plucking pheasants til the pheasant plucker comes." It looks simple, but try it quickly.
"Fuzzy Duck" is another great one. What you do is have one person say "Fuzzy Duck" then the next person says "Ducky Fuzz" eventually, you'll get someone who says "Duzzy fuk?" and "Fukky Duz." Hahaha...oh good Lord, that's a riot.
I'm 23.
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