April 6th, 2008

krazy koati

Runs around in underwear

One of the smaller side chores was buying me a suit. My father encouraged me, roughly every time we ever spoke, to buy a suit while I was in Singapore, particularly if I could go up to Bangkok like he did and get measured in every possible dimension, including those only hypothesized by superstring theory. I resisted, since I really don't need to wear a suit much, and when I did, I could usually make do with dress slacks and a blazer. But my mother finally took the chance to insist, and we went to get me fitted out.

The store only had three suits in roughly my size, although a little experimentation found a black one in which I look surprisingly good. I tried it on, and the tailor examined it, determining that it was just too small to be realistically altered to one that fits me well. They'd need to order the next size up, and go from there. For some reason they insisted it was most convenient to order the suit, and have it delivered home so that I could bring it to the store and get it altered. This was in some strange way more efficient than just delivering the suit to the store and my coming in when they were ready.

The suit arrived in a cardboard box which looked eerily like a low-budget movie's tombstone, and I brought it back -- in the box -- where the tailor determined that the suit was almost a perfect fit. As I paid for the collar-fiddling ($20, for some reason), the cashier asked if I were a teacher. This being a simple question, I was unable to give a succinct answer to it, and so got into the details of my Singapore career. I just can't figure out what part of my personality projected ``teacher''.

I notice a report that the first season of Freakazoid! is coming to DVD. It seems like a gamble on Warner Brothers' side: who knows if a fanboyish, aggressively pop-culture-referential semi-obscure cartoon will be popular among people who buy DVDs?

Trivia: Isaac Asimov published, he estimated, approximately one thousand words per day over the course of his roughly forty-year career. Source: I. Asimov: A Memoir, Isaac Asimov.

Currently Reading: A Ball, A Dog, and a Monkey: 1957 - The Space Race Begins, Michael D'Antonio.