I have recieved some stamps in the mail. You see, one cannot buy US postage in Japan. (Military folks can, but I am not among that populous). As I age, stamps excite me more and more. Nayr now professes to be chotto geekish. One might say why do you need American stamps in Japan? Well the one-penny onesmake great, and undeniably cheap, prizes at school. The higher values will end up on envelopes containing my hopeful future bounty of query letters, manuscripts, and perhaps, even screenplays.

Now that I mentioned movies, last night a few of us native speakers watched a film festival in Osaka.
One of the features was about a middle aged chemist who flucks shute up when he releases nylon bombs upon the helpess Iowans. Now, while not as shiny, being turned into nylon is a fate so far removed from that old James Bond flick, Goldfinger, whom spray-painted his victims gold.

The nylon bomb film was part of the Osaka PressPlay Film Festival. Another entrant was Keisha versus Geishia, imagining that fraternal twins were brought up in the parallel worlds of south central Los Angeles and Tokyo. I put their production costs at a sum not exceeding three digits. All the entries were naturally good fun.

I have to return to my usual blob of urgent business.