... this joke takes a little bit of explanation unless you have a rudimentary understanding of Japanese. Basically, sukiyaki is a dish and daisuki means "to like a lot". So, if you really like sukiyaki and (terrible) puns, you can say "daisuki-yaki" and ... 

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*stares in Yuko's direction* Well, I know someone who feel compelled to say it every time we have sukiyaki at her parents' house. 

There was an infestation of bugs towards the end of the lifespan of these plants so they got moved outside to the balcony. Now they're all dormant or dead, except for Wolf. ;_; 

I named the spider plant Wolf as in Lone Wolf, because he actually hung across the room from the others, all by his lonesome.  It was his solitude that ultimately quarantined him from the bug plague.

Blue, the strawberry plant, grew one large strawberry, which we were going to cut into four pieces so we could all savor it ... but then a squirrel ate it. D: What a jerk!

I'm sorry Yuko! I was distracted!

Anyway, yeah, Yuko did get me some wool socks for Christmas, but this particular pair of poinsettia socks is the warmest, softest pair of socks in the apartment.  They are socks fit for a king, but really a girl-king because they are kind of girly. You see what I'm doing here? I'm breaking down gender-barriers. Also getting emasculated for your amusement. 

Awh c'mon Ananth.  You have one job around here, and that's to make the news post.

And I guess write the comic or whatever.

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I finally jumped on the terrifying burning bandwagon and got a twitter account.  We're all on twitter now, and despite all living together, will probably use them to banter with each other in the next room.  PREPARE YOURSELVES.

Everyone hears something during childhood that follows them far later into life than is strictly reasonable, and that something is always pretty embarrassing when it comes out. This was obviously one of mine (until a week ago) ... another one was mispronouncing "h'or doeuvres" (I used to pronounce it "hors devors"). A friend's father told her that the hazard lights switch in the car was the eject seat, and she believed it until she was in high school. I grew up eating my french toast with ketchup, and I didn't realize that was unusual till high school either.