William Gibson is blogging again: http://www.williamgibsonbooks.com/blog/blog.asp

Damn, this is the funniest thing I’ve seen all week: Absolutely hilarious eBay ad for motorcycle helmet (First seen at Gen’s blog, but the eBay page he linked to got taken down.)

Back in January, in this post, I wrote about Japan’s de facto online price comparison site, kakaku.com. Much like Buy.com and other American equivalents, kakaku is constantly expanding their listings – from all manner of new and used electronics to insurance plans, hotel rates, and sports equipment. Even so, I was surprised to visit their page for the first time in quite a while this morning and find their newest listing: Funeral services. Link: http://www.kakaku.com/sougi/ I’ll translate the instructions for you: STEP 1: Select desired funeral plan and region. Plans available are Cremation Only (I assume there’s a further choice of Regular or Extra Crispy), Family and Relatives, Standard (40…

Jen e-mailed about the newly-created Nick Nolte’s Diary and asked why celebrities are “always writing about dreams and feelings and flowery shit.” Well Jen, that’s simple. Celebrities are, for the most part, total fucking pansies with a shitload of free time between making horrible movies, getting jasmine-infused honey colonics, and modeling for “charity.” As for the “vivid dreams” which are a trademark of their web writings, celebrities can obviously afford better drugs and booze than the rest of us.

As in, mean ol’ uncle Pete: “New” giant ape found in DR Congo Somewhere, Michael Crichton is raising a glass of wine and thinking, “I told you so.” And I for one give him full props – he even got the country right! It sounds like the primatologist, Shelly Williams, got extremely lucky she didn’t end up like Misulu: Something struck him lightly in the chest. At first he thought it was an insect but, glancing down at this khaki shirt, he saw a spot of red, and a fleshy bi of red fruit rolled down his shirt to the muddy ground. The damned monkeys were throwing berries. He bent…

The subject of the spam I just got says: More info on how to please your partner again, inside For fuck’s sake, I’m still working – I almost bust a nut trying to keep quiet here! Have some fucking mercy already… Besides, my pleasuring skills have never lacked, inside. It’s the “help with cleaning” and “take me shopping” aspects that get me in trouble all the time…

If you’re a Japanews Bloghound, you’ve doubtlessly seen this article linked to no less than five times today: More Japanese men prefer sitting whizzes I just want to know one thing: If you think so many Japanese men are sitting on Western-style toilets to take a leak, WHY DO I SEE SO MANY OF THEM PISSING ON THE STREET FOR JUST ABOUT EVERYONE TO SEE? Then again, maybe I’m just seeing imaginary, urinating ojisans.

Even if you aren’t usually prone to motion sickness, don’t check out this link just after eating: Akiyoshi’s illusion pages Oh, man, I almost lost the tori negi-sauce don I had for lunch.

This proves that just about anybody can publish a book these days: How to Date a White Woman: A Practical Guide for Asian Men This is so pathetic on so many levels, I don’t know where to start. I think the publisher can sum it up for us best: Perfect to use as a reference, for dating, and for romantics everywhere, this book contains over 200 pages how to guide, on love, dating and relationship for the Asian man with a Caucasian woman. You know what Asian men need to be successful with chicks? I’ll give you a hint: It sure ain’t another book to stick their noses in, Einstein.…

An excellent article on Takahiro Omori and the pro bass fishing scene in the US and Japan: Bass Fishing in America