So, about this neighborhood!

Apparently, there is a pow-wow going on right outside, in a few houses down from us.

No, seriously. There's drums and people are whooping and cheering and doing those cheesy fake "Indian yells."

WHAT. THE. HELL.

(But it's also really funny.)

Fandom moves in mysterious ways

So, today I got a call from one of the girls in my study group asking about when we were meeting.

Caller ID identified her as "Chan, Moo." (This is not actually her name, and I suspect the tiny screen cut off a few letters.)

...

It didn't help that she has a very high phone voice and the first thing she said after I said hello was "mmn?"

--and now to lunch! and to stuff! 'cos I don't have to leave! for another two hours!