I should be getting ADSL at home in the next few weeks, meaning no more twiddling away my time at a ‘Net cafe. But until NTT, the Japanese phone company, and Yahoo! Broadband get their acts together, I’m using a ‘Net cafe in the trendy Harajuku area, an easy bike ride or walk from Hiroo.
Unremarkable, yes, except that it’s utterly, completely, without a scintilla of doubt or even a hidden services fee, FREE. No having to flirt (yeah, yeah, twist my arm) with the cute woman behind the counter to get a discount, no running around sneaking 100 yen off coupons out of magazines. The only problem is that it’s upstairs from a Starbucks.
Oh, the horror.
Fluffy is not a cat, and would be insulted at the thought. More often, Fluffy is a dog, eg, Fluffy the three-headed dog who guards the trapdoor leading to the Sorcerer’s Stone in the Harry Potter tales…(clearly modeled after Cerebrus, who, at least, had a lizard tail.) Fluffy was also the knitted toy dog which your great grandmother knitted for Adam and me, which was passed down to you and your siblings. I think you ate it. Fluffy is also a girl-band.
Dad
This is my Dad, folks. He’s provided us all with an amusing little trip down memory lane, but whose memories and which lane – I can’t really say. I have no idea what he’s talking about, although it does give us all a far less offensive way of thinking about the phrase “pillow-biter.”
Ah, now what we have here is a failure to communicate.
See, my Dad’s responding to a reply down below in an entry called “Ovens are for the weak.” Read that first, then this, and ignore my confusion, and all will be well.
Hello, Andy! (^-^)