I technically drew this yesterday! I… just didn’t feel like putting in all that text at the time.

So, I went to Fort Hood, TX to do some computer/networking setup work for a military-funded research project. On the last day, I went to a local diner-ish place that served the military personnel. One of the ladies working the counter greeted me in Japanese, as a stab in the dark. I responded, and this led her to believe I was Japanese. I tawt so. Realizing this was wrong, i guess she must’ve picked Chinese next. I responded, and once again, I tawt so. Once I corrected her that I was Korean, she responded again. I tawt so. Later, she told me she was Japanese, and knew some phrases in Chinese and Korean.

I don’t know. Maybe I’m crazy, but I think you lose the right to claim you tawt so after having gotten the first two guesses wrong.

And I’ve always thought of myself as very Korean looking. As in, stunningly good looking. So I was actually rather surprised that a person of Asian descent would even guess I was something else.

While I can’t speak for all Koreans, my relatives (at least the female ones) have a tendency to mob over the younger single members and pester them about their marriage plans. And somehow, they always come equipped with photos acquired from other families hoping to marry off their own kids. I don’t know when these groups meet to trade such photos, but apparently it happens. Even my mom carries some.

It’s almost like trading cards.

Watched Ninja Assassin with friends on Sunday. It was a great movie, albeit bloody. Although I guess that’s part of what made the movie humorous and enjoyable. The above comic highlights one of parts I found pretty hilarious.

Raizo, the antagonist protagonist gets hit on the head during a sparring session and winces from what he thought was pain. The master corrects him lovingly.

By the way, in no way do these comics reflect my life. Honest.

ROFL.