Allow me to begin this update with an expression of frustration.

It cleared off here, and you could see Mount Fuji from the top of the Government Building in Shinjuku.

Not that it shows up in a photograph, or anything.  It's in there, trust me.



(Click for a bigger one, not that it makes much difference.  Grr.)

Maybe I should get a higher vantage point, like a hot air balloon.  Complete with fangs.



My roommate had his birthday this past week.  Here is is with his girlfriend, who appears to be looking for stray nose hairs.



I'm sick again.  Doctor says bronchitis, uh, "with sputum."  He gave me drugs.  Which makes me see things.



Makes it difficult to read, as well.



I'm assuming I was hallucinating when I read the brand name of these DVDs.  Although that wouldn't explain my ability to photograph it.



Then the toilet paper got angry with me.



Then the psychotic owl brought me peace.



Which heralded the flaming pig.



Uh...









OK, time for the big happy dog to bring me back to reality.



Now, Joe Perry can rock my world.  With a quesadilla.  Because he's certainly forgotten how to do it with a guitar.



If for no other reason than he's forgotten how to name his albums.  THIS is how you name an album.



Speaking of bands, I tried to take some shots of a local hardcore band.  Didn't quite work.





So I'm forced to return to bizarrely named products.  Like this toilet paper:



OK, back to the doctor.  Anyone for tuna?



 Again, email me here.  Until next time.