Some of you may know the story, for others… I
was
talking
to Rebecca at Billy’s Last Party, trying to work out what it said on her shirt -
and not just
as an excuse to take a photo of her chest… I
snapped a shot (using far too much flash and from an unflattering angle, my
vodka-shot-filled mind apologies.)I
made the point I had a Japanese pen friend at the time, that I’d forward the
image and get the kanji explained… I could make nothing of it – “does it say
fire… Tokyo… No? I dunno.” Anyway, about my pen friend; well, following a
misappropriation of my “How To Make Out in Japanese” guide book (apt,
right?) I didn’t have a pen-friend anymore – “Shshimi taberu? -tte
kikanai-de.” – That’s right; I don’t
like you anymore, So -
Stop trying to make me eat your
Shshumi -
punk.It’s all okay, because I found
Hanzismatter – the place for
all your kanji woes. And mine too… (Link)