Krasl Art Unfair

Gashi soshite aisatsu, and welcome to Sasori's Rock! I had a nice time at the 44th annual Krasl Art fair today. (Oh, of course you did. *grumble*) Pay no attention to him. He's my muse, Takusan Kangae, and he's grouchy because he had to stay home and cook up ideas for me while I went to the art fair. (You could've taken me, you know. I would've been nice and quiet, but noooo, I had to sit around at home while you went out to the stupid downtown area to see stupid works of art by stupid local artists and drink your stupid raspberry-banana smoothie.) You know, you could always check the Memories section of my subconscious. Look in the recent pile, there should be plenty of information in there. (Well, yeah...but it still would've been better if I'd seen it firsthand!) *Sigh* You can come up with an argument for everything. Anyway, we'll be going to Monterey, Mexico on Tuesday. (I'm surprised that you're even letting me come along.) Will you cut it out? (Sumimasen.) Arigatou. It's 105 degrees there now, according to Alan, the guy we'll be staying with. (Along with his wife Colleen, their kids Alex, Aron, and Chrissy, your parents, and your little brother Robert.) Right. Oh, and my little brother's name is pronounced Robear, just to let you all know. (We usually call him Ro or Roby.) And my dad won't be coming down until about a week after us. He's a realestate agent, so he has a lot of work to do before he can leave the country. (I wonder if Mexico has any-) Hai, Takusan, I'm sure that Mexico has plenty of stamps. (I was going to say something more along the lines of, you know, babes.) You were? (No, but that would have been my next question. Besides, I know Mexico has hot girls. All countries do; you just have to know where to look.) How very profound of you *sigh*. Where in the black, twisted depths of my mind did you come from, you imaginary weirdo? (I haven't a clue. I know it was somewhere in the right brain, though. Does that help?) No, not really. (I'll ask Kumori next time I'm in the Ideas Department. She'll probably know.) Takusan, you know my subconscious. She can't keep track of her own name, let alone the origins of every random character that pops out of my head. (Hey, I am not random!) (And I can keep track of my name just fine! It's Kumori Shuga, meaning Shadow Self in Japanese.) Oh. Well, I guess I was wro- hey, how did you get out here? (Beats me.) (Okay...anyway, do you know where I came from, Kumori?) (No, but I do know that Sasori missed her dentist appointment that was scheduled for Thursday.) WHAT?! (Hai, it's right here on the calendar. Look.) ...Kumori, this calendar belongs to some guy named Ralph Summers. (Oh. Nevermind, then.) (Hey, that name sounds familiar...I know! Ralph Summers is the fashion designer Amarini Kawaii used to muse for!) (Oh, dear. I'll have to mail this back to Ama right away, then.) Wait a minute. You and Amarini Kawaii, the annoying muse that stayed here for a few days a while ago, are friends? (Hai. Is that a problem?) No, I guess not...okay, I'm really confused now. Kumori, get back in my brain! (Fine! You are so mean!) (Okay, that was weird. Should we go now?) Probably. We'll see you next time at Sasori's Rock! (Sayonara!)

Aikou kara Sasori!