Archive for March, 2009
Afterburner Climax!
Usmaan was kind enough to send me a link to the video of me playing Afterburner Climax at the Kawagoe arcade that we were in today. Fun times.
Job listings, 2″ thick – for those who want to be prostitutes
I was out near Shinbashi station when I had this book put into my hands by one of those minimum wage slaves who was desperately trying to get rid of them. I thought it was a collection of Job ads. Actually, when you think about it, it really was. Unfortunately, it was mostly a collection of job ads related to “Mizu-shobai”. Mizu shobai comprises all sorts of underworld jobs, from being a hostess to being a prostitute. Not all of the jobs involve sex, but the vast majority do.
The ads in question all promise that “You won’t be recognized” (Kao bare ha zettai nai). Oddly enough, the use of Obama’s “Yes we can” cracks me up.
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Oddly Enough…
Yesterday was the first time I saw “Dance Dance Revolution” in a Japanese arcade. Turns out the game isn’t too fashionable in Japan anymore – probably because you end up sweaty and stinky by the end. On the bright side it is a great sleep aid – after playing for 20 minutes, I came home and fell asleep immediately.
Back to WordPress.
I have sadly become too busy to maintain my own blog software, so I made the migration back to WordPress. Doing so gave me the opportunity to mingle my old posts from Ordisante with my posts at Tokyomuslim. Sadly, some old images are going to be a pain in the ass to recover, but if you see anything you find indispensable, I am sure I can arrange to fix it up.
Wealth (where I normally wouldn’t notice it)
I used to ride a Ford Mustang back in Canada. It took some of my friends by surprise because they knew I hated the ’93-’97 mustang look. Too many old people driving them back home, and the terrible external apperance (reminded me of a Cavalier more than anything else) made me hate the car with the passion. Fortunately, my ’02 had a much nicer exterior.
Regardless, I was a bit surprised when I ran into one in Japan. Maintaining an old car like that and paying for the car inspection is irritating and expensive. Moreover, it parked in this home garage smack-dab in the middle of Yoyogi Uehara, one of the more fashionable and upper class neighbourhoods in Japan. Maybe it was a rich ex-pat who just wanted a piece of home..?