There are 31 days left until I leave Japan.
I spent about five minutes last night screaming my head off, just to commemorate the fact. Plane tickets have been bought. An URL for those still staying in the country and want to purchase belongings from me or Skye has been established. My resignation has been submitted, and notice on moving out will be given tomorrow. And Dawn and Scotty P. are coming back for another dose of fish and madness.
Holy shit. I’m actually leaving. And here’s my sayonara sale list; your help towards La Causa shall not be forgotten!
A friend of mine who wishes to remain anonymous went to get a tattoo here in Tokyo. Tattoos being a visceral visual medium, and being a visual kinda guy (comic books and photography go well together, m’kay?) I begged and pleaded and with the promise of unending loyalty convinced said tomodachi to photograph the endeavor.
…Five Six Seven Eights! Saw the 220.127.116.11′s not two hours ago, and never before have I been to a show that I desperately wanted to love to meeses and pieces, but had to settle for rock’n'rollus interruptus.
“Woke up this mornin’, and got myself a beeeeeer.”
I wish. More like, woke up this mornin’ and got myself a photo jonesin’. When I first came to Japan, I often took my camera to work. I was enthralled by all the newness – heck, even the train ride held potential for something more than nose-to-armpit crowds and no air circulation.
Good thing that wore off and cynicism set in again, like a festering bathroom mold. But this morning I really did wake up thinking that it’d be a good day to shlep the camera to school in Shibuya.
A brief note about Batman Begins, and not the chiroptera who patrol my neighborhood river, keeping us civilians safe from the evils of cowardly and superstitious biting insects.
Go. See. This. Movie.
The Cat from Transmetropolitan lives. A sign of the coming apocalypse, if I ever saw one.
And now, how this has anything to do with Tokyo: Transmet was created by Warren Ellis. And it’s apparent after spending .03 seconds on his blog, that Mr. Ellis has a healthy Japan fetish.
Beat that, Kevin Bacon!
I’ve often wondered whether Japan’s weird news was any stranger than the rest of the world’s.
And now it’s your turn to ponder what I’m pondering. Pinky.