I’m off to the airport tomorrow. I may update when I’m Thailand. Or, I may just lay on the beach…
Most people have never heard of the Japanese automaker Mitsuoka. We rode in a Mitsuoka taxi once and the driver really loved that car – it was, indeed, a very well crafted car, and he kept it impeccably clean. I see less and less of these cars on the road every year, which is kind of a sad thing, but it does make each new sighting more significant.
I forgot who sent me this link, but whoever it was, props:
Japanese sexual positions as illustrated by AIBO
Once again, someone has WAY TOO MUCH TIME!
What a stupid bitch. Not much I can say about this, really. Subverting the Pledge of Allegiance to push your own political agenda is just so wrong… “God” is not a bad word, and if you think so – well, he probably hates your stupid ass, anyway.
Something to make you smile, even though it’s the start of the week. I am posilutely ecstatic to see tax dollars so well spent…
It seems my faithful, undersized refrigerator has died on me. Everything in the freezer thawed out and a kind of primordial sludge leaked out when I opened the door. NASTY. Oh well, at least I found out what that frozen mystery clump was in the back of the freezer (a bag of shrimp from three years ago). I threw everything out as a kind of rebirthing ritual. Even the tupperware went. Didn’t think twice about it, either. I guess “baching it” has some benefits, cause I would never in a thousand years get away with that shit if my woman was here.
Well, I guess I have to buy a new undersized refrigerator when I get back from Thailand. Not enough time to deal with it before I go.
T just brought my bro, Adam, out from Nara to help him move his stuff to Juso, a part of Osaka famous for negi-yaki and whores. I guess the obvious question is, which one will leave a more bitter taste in his mouth? Good luck, dude.
Last month, a Japanese woman was able to find her missing daughter through a Livedoor blog just ten days after starting it: LINK
It would be pretty fun to check this out with my brother and sisters: Goonies 20th Anniversary Celebration
Combined, we must have watched that movie at least fifty times. Plus, I think the little stereotyped Asian kid inspired me to become a gadget freak.
Look who I stepped on at two in the morning.
“We all know the Pope was elected in utmost secrecy; the rooms they held the conclave were swept for bugs, special filtering was setup for radio waves and cell phones, etc… . But you want to know the real reason for all the secrecy and privacy? They’re in there with a bunch of little boys and they didn’t want to get caught…”
All you sick bastards make me so proud…
Just out of curiosity, what side of the force have you chosen?
The meme of the day is sithblogging:
The Darth Side: Memoirs of a Monster
Although I remember the headlines when her suicide was announced, I didn’t really know much about her life until I read this article:
Historian Iris Chang won many battles
The war she lost raged within
Truly sad… It’s hard to imagine how easy it is to succumb to the darkness until you’re surrounded by it.
On behalf of my host country, I would like to extend an official apology to another nearby country:
SORRY! OUR BAD!
Now shut the fuck up and revise your own history books, you fucking commies! (and learn to throw rocks/eggs/bottles in a slightly more manly fashion while you’re at it!)
Between this Japan/China shit and the whole papal buttgasm, there’s hardly a slot for good old-fashioned car chases and Amber alerts on CNN, dammit!
Recently, dealing with changes due to the new fiscal year have taken up my time at work, and today was no exception. Into my Inbox flies a matter of great concern to the corporate higher-ups: They say we have been bad monkeys, and our poor “upbringing” and “manners” are marring the company’s precious image as of late. Severe breaches in company protocol have been observed, thus they are compelled to remind us of the following:
– Morning exercises are mandatory.
– Break time is finished when the bell chimes.
– Drink vending machines may only be used during break time.
– Eating and drinking are only allowed in break rooms, during break time.
– Drink bottles and cups cannot be placed on desks.
– Talking in the hallways is prohibited (especially idle chatter).
– Walking with your hands in your pockets is prohibited.
I must admit, I am a serious violator on every count. A rebel, have you. At least they didn’t say I had to take my crack pipe off my desk… Ha!
Playing in the riverbed.
I took a long walk today and snapped a series of photos with my phone along the way.
At a local construction site, I stumbled upon the Engrish Corporate Slogan of the Year:
Apparently, this is not a joke (this is the brainchild of Sumitomo Forestry Co., LTD).
Crossing one of the numerous bridges that span the Sumoto River, I spotted oil barriers in the water below:
Great schools of mullet were congregating on either side of it. It turns out that the barriers are placed there because of the construction they are doing upriver. Basically, they are trying to level out the riverbed since it got so jammed up with debris during the big typhoon last year.
Well, further up the road, I found the runner-up for Engrish Corporate Slogan of the Year:
I will fondle and grasp my Nissan without having to be told, thank you very much.
What fossil fuel depletion?
This place is giving it away.
Since the typhoon, the riverbed is just mud-ugly.
It used to be so nice and… sandy.
Let the heavy machinery pornfest commence:
I love me a good backhoe.
Hitachi, Komatsu, Caterpillar
This sign explains the construction going on:
“Moving dirt around.”
(Last machinery shot, I promise.)
Single scoop, or double?
Whereupon I jump down in the riverbed to get closer to the action:
Gordon Freeman, where are you?
I love sand and shadows.
Found someone’s boat.
If my bro were here, we would take it for sure.
I have been walking for an hour now and realize I am trapped in the mudflats.
There is only one way out.
Shot taken over my shoulder:
This isn’t so bad. I’m a single jump away from freedom…
Ah, to be 5 years old again.