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Virtual Swashbuckling
New arcade game employing toy wakizashi as controller.
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Red Ceiling Thing
Adam said this ceiling adornment was cool; I said it looked vaginal. We are both right, I think.
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Flappy, the Blue Globe with Wings
The Kix mascot at the mall across from the terminal building. I dubbed him “Flappy.”
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Land of Packaging
So I checked the kitten in and I’m sitting next to some smelly foreigners at the gate. They are big and hairy – the gorillaest one actually has hairs sticking out through the back of his knit polo shirt. Gross. Anyway, I brought the kitten in a red picnic basket thingy we bought somewhere for like 500 yen. Nam found this free coupon on the web for a rental cat carrier so I figured we’d transfer him over to it at check-in. The staff, however, had another idea. They took the top off the rental carrier, placed the entire picnic basket (with sleeping Yoda inside) into it, padded all four…
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Kyushu – The Final, Final Verdict
I am going. I wanted to visit Adam’s village one last time anyway. Will take some nice photos I think. Local debauchery can wait until next week, for my 30th birthday. I know, I know. The world isn’t ready for my mid-life crisis. Shoot me already.
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Your Evil Masters Make You Drink Pee, GI
You think C-rations and MREs are bad news? Welcome to better dining through osmosis. When I was growing up, I had an uncle who was in the National Guard. He lived in Connecticut with his lovely wife on a wide spread where they had horses (horses!) and an electrified wire that ran under the corral’s top railing to prevent said horses from brushing up against it. This is where I learned, at an early age, that a long stalk of wild grass will indeed conduct electricity and make you pee your pants. Anyway, my uncle would sometimes bring back C-rats for us kids to munch on and gave us little…
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Hi, I’m Pham The Dung
The Montagnards are the Kurds of SE Asia: Vietnam’s Tribal Injustice I take that back. The Kurds have a home base and the means to defend themselves to some degree. Maybe they are only similar in the sense that everyone lines up to screw them over. I feel really sorry for anyone in the sights of Hun Sen. (Oh shit, there goes my chances for a backpacking visa…)
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Not
Found out we can sent the kitten by ANA to Fukuoka from Itami (Osaka airport) for 2,000 yen (20 bucks). The debauchery I cancelled in Nara/Wakayama this weekend is back on track! I wonder if the one cat per plane rule is for domestic flights as well? I’m sure gonna miss the little carpet-shitter.
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Hand Carry It Is
I’m planning to carry the little booger all the way to Kyushu this weekend. I’ll pass him off to my sister, drink some Kyushuvians under the table again, eat some Aso beef-on-a-stick, and come back on a return flight for work and a new chapter of Talking with Myself. That’s my temporary plan, anyway. Yoda will be a good American, I just know it. He fucking hates the Taliban. Oh, in case you haven’t noticed: I’m on a blogging binge today.
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Lost in Translation
All hail the Chinese butt book pirates: Clinton is the latest victim of Chinese publishing pirates, who counterfeit entire books and rewrite the contents. Acting on the orders of their employers, translators regularly add invented content to make foreign books more appealing, such as Clinton’s memories of his affair with intern Monica Lewinsky. “She was very fat. I can never trust my own judgment,” the Mandarin version said. In the knock-off version, Clinton quotes Chairman Mao frequently. MWAHAHAHA! Go read the whole column here: http://www.washtimes.com/upi-breaking/20040721-073739-2407r.htm
