Chillin'
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On days like this, the world is mine
I was awoken by the mailman, who came with an Amazon package. I’m now listening to Aphex Twin and eating oranges and I feel very , if you know what I mean. It must be from that wine I had before bed. Red wine dreams are always good. Aphex Twin is always good. Today is going to be an awesome day, I can just feel it.
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Lorraine Hahn Interviewing PM Thaksin on CNN’s TalkAsia
So what about this chunami? It gets funnier every time she says it, and I swear Thaksin is trying just to ignore it. He keeps saying “wave” and “disaster” in order not to embarass her with the correct pronunciation of “tsunami.” Quick, someone stuff some pebbles in her mouth…
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What’s the time?
Done with work. Called T and confirmed he got the tickets. Adam and Nam are eating pizza. Getting ready to go to Osaka-jo hall, and it’s definitely time to get ill: Riding down the block with my box in my hand Today I feel like chillin’ just as chill as I can Coolin’ on the corner with a forty of O.E. ‘Cause me and M.C.A. we’re down with Mike D When I run a jam I don’t give a damn When I’m throwing bass I say, “Thank you ma’am.” Fuel injected, rhyme connected running things I’m the King Adrock and I’m the king of all kings I’m looking for a…
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Tamago no wiener yaki
The JP equivalent of a midnight Grand Slam. This gross monstrosity was served up at a local izakaya last weekend, and I was drunk enough to eat it. I don’t remember what it tasted like, but I am getting fairly sick looking at it now. Those baby wieners were about as thin as a pencil and a couple inches long. BTW, there are a few Denny’s in Japan, but they don’t serve Grand Slams. Or chicken-fried steak. Or even decent hash browns, if I recall correctly. I only went once, and I’m never going again. Udon noodles just don’t belong on a Denny’s menu.
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Most auspicious phone call
I promised myself not to blog at all this year until something really good happened. And now that the first fart bubbles in the sento (public bath) have surfaced in this new year, I am writing again!… Well, there’s another reason, as well – my pal T called last night and seems to have scored FREE TICKETS TO THE BEASTIE CONCERT AT OSAKA CASTLE NEXT WEEK! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT! CHECK-CHA-CHECK-CHECK-CHECK-CHA-CHECKITOUT! As you can see, I’m slightly excited – what an awesome start for the new year!
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Happy Holidays!
…from the land of inflatable neck-stretching kits! This is CB signing off for 2004 – PEACE!
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Insomniatique
Sometimes, late at night, I swear the internet is speaking to itself.
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Papayas in Winter
I have two brick planters out in front of my house (approx. 1 ft. x 5 feet total planting space) where the future of Yoshida Papayas, Ltd., lies. Last summer, on a whim, Nam threw some papaya pits on the soil we’ve seen trying to enrich for the past few years (it was rock-hard dirt when we moved in), and much to my surprise, sprouts appeared after a couple weeks. By fall, they had grown into 3 foot saplings and sprouted very healthy and broad tropical leaves. I became quite fond of them because they looked so out of place in my old neighborhood; vibrant green in a sea of…
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Van Helsing: Further Thoughts
Come to think of it, the vampires had nice tits, too. Also, the vampire lord looked just like my friend Osaka Bill, with strandy Robert Smith hair and all. I highly recommend this movie to anyone who likes hearing other people snore during $20 million scenes.
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Yet another typhoon
Is it just me, or is God doing his best to wipe us pesky humans off the planet this year? This week’s typhoon (the swirly white butthole above) is called #22 in Japan and my guess is that they ran out of semi-real name sounding names and are just making random shit up now because its official name is “MA-ON.” Come on weathergeeks, that’s not even trying. “MA-ON” sounds like what an oppressed Vietnamese sweat shop worker moans the morning after a full bottle of Mekong whiskey or something. Speaking of which, I recently received a bottle of Johhny Walker Red as a gift. Some gift, huh? Maybe I’ll dye…
