Sitting here in my cushy cubicle, animating kanji, daydreaming about a world where we only eat enough to live, and pour the rest of our meal onto our head and shoulders. This way, friends and co-workers can eat and lick off any tasty leftovers – and no one cares if your work-costume really looks fresh and clean. hmm. needs a villain. perhaps one who pours ice cream all over the floor of their cubicle, and sleeps in it at night. ehhhh. hm. maybe not. maybe a horrible idea.