Nekobambam

I’ve been prepping for the typhoon that’s expected to hit us tomorrow, prepping, in my case, involving stocking up on snacks and ice cream, giving into temptation and eating said snacks and ice cream, and going out to the supermarket to buy more.

Over the past few months, I’ve canceled my subscriptions to Audible, Disney+, Netflix, and appleTV. I still have Amazon Prime since it’s an annual subscription, but that’s it. It’s been a surprise to realize how much pressure I was feeling to consume all this content and how freeing it felt to just get rid of it all. I have a lot of audiobooks I haven’t gotten around to listening, and books I haven’t read yet. I can still watch stuff on Amazon and ahem other places if I want. But really, there has to be more to life than just endlessly binging tv shows.

Japan here. We don’t use WhatsApp at all. Line tends to be forced down our throats, though. I’ve so far managed to avoid using it but do get weird looks when people want to communicate over Line and I refuse.

My favorite is when the interviewer receives news that his wife has gone into labor mid-interview, and Mandy is utterly thrilled.

Gromit deserves ALL the love!

I cook rice with mine.