Aside from
one questionable
attempt last time, I generally don't have any pictures of myself on
this site (Santa not withstanding.) Well, my friend Vicki turns
out to be quite the
hustler for photos, and what better way to do it than to say "hey, can
I take a picture of you and my friend?"
Fortunately, Vicki's cute, so our success rate was pretty high. Although I think this guy would have let us take his picture even if we had threatened grievous bodily harm.
Note the accordion woman in the back. She was exactly the kind of thing you'd expect to see in the park. In Paris. Accordion, beret, little stand to display placards telling what song she was playing at the moment. Last time I saw her she even had an easel and paints. Oui Oui.
As an aside, notice my pants. They used to be small. Now they're too friggin' big.
This is, I assure you, the last time I will request that you notice my pants.
Usually, old women are the ones wearing kimonos. Not always.
I found out why: those things are expensive. I contemplated buying one for Jennifae, until I saw they ran about 200,000 Yen (roughly two grand.) So much for that.
I did, however, find the car for people too dumb to make it into MENSA.
There's no room for anything here. People are quite literally living on top of each other, so when someone decides to do something, maximizing space is absolutely necessary. Case in point: a double decker driving range.
This is in Saitama-Shintoshin, which is a big fancy area where nothing smells funny and everything is clean. Granted, that describes Japan as a whole, but it's particularly true here. There's a shopping mall the size of an airport. Which, by the way, contains a LEGO store.
Warning: if prompted, this tiger will pinch. Pinch pinch pinch.
So, anyway, I decided to visit Tokyo Disneyland. Which is exactly like Disneyland everywhere else. Seriously. Except for the language. That's a little different.
Twinkie Man at the Magic Not-Haunted Mouse Castle Place. What is that castle called, anyway?
Chicks dig Twinkie Man.
What's Darjeeling, you may ask?
Thanks. That clears it up.
Yes! Shop great lets!
Like last time, I am now going to fall over and not regain consciousness for as long as humanly possible. This update is a little shorter than usual because I spent most of my camera time taking video, which will be finding its way onto a DVD in the near future. If you want one, email me here, although I don't know when exactly this thing will be done. Until next time...
Fortunately, Vicki's cute, so our success rate was pretty high. Although I think this guy would have let us take his picture even if we had threatened grievous bodily harm.
Note the accordion woman in the back. She was exactly the kind of thing you'd expect to see in the park. In Paris. Accordion, beret, little stand to display placards telling what song she was playing at the moment. Last time I saw her she even had an easel and paints. Oui Oui.
As an aside, notice my pants. They used to be small. Now they're too friggin' big.
This is, I assure you, the last time I will request that you notice my pants.
Usually, old women are the ones wearing kimonos. Not always.
I found out why: those things are expensive. I contemplated buying one for Jennifae, until I saw they ran about 200,000 Yen (roughly two grand.) So much for that.
I did, however, find the car for people too dumb to make it into MENSA.
There's no room for anything here. People are quite literally living on top of each other, so when someone decides to do something, maximizing space is absolutely necessary. Case in point: a double decker driving range.
This is in Saitama-Shintoshin, which is a big fancy area where nothing smells funny and everything is clean. Granted, that describes Japan as a whole, but it's particularly true here. There's a shopping mall the size of an airport. Which, by the way, contains a LEGO store.
Warning: if prompted, this tiger will pinch. Pinch pinch pinch.
So, anyway, I decided to visit Tokyo Disneyland. Which is exactly like Disneyland everywhere else. Seriously. Except for the language. That's a little different.
Twinkie Man at the Magic Not-Haunted Mouse Castle Place. What is that castle called, anyway?
Chicks dig Twinkie Man.
What's Darjeeling, you may ask?
Thanks. That clears it up.
Yes! Shop great lets!
Like last time, I am now going to fall over and not regain consciousness for as long as humanly possible. This update is a little shorter than usual because I spent most of my camera time taking video, which will be finding its way onto a DVD in the near future. If you want one, email me here, although I don't know when exactly this thing will be done. Until next time...