An I’s CUBE/Kana update

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I just heard from Kana Tokura, I’s CUBE‘s manager when they were at Yamaha records. I lost touch with Kana when I dropped off the face of the earth last year, but she just sent me an e-mail with good news.

Kana started a new company and took I’s CUBE with her. She understands much better than Yamaha Records that people are changing what they listen to, the way they acquire music and how they listen to it. That being said, you can sample I’s CUBE’s latest CD online and purchase it via Paypal.

Show ’em your fandom (and make Kana all happy and giggly) by friending One Up Music and I’s CUBE on MySpace.

The Diagnosis

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I’m middle-aged.
And anal retentive.
I gotta get more exercise.
My liver needs to go on a diet.
There’s a polyp on my gall bladder that needs to be checked again in three months.

Looks like I won’t be doing the ultra-dramatic “I have intestinal cancer from years of off-and-on smoking and only have three months to live” podcast.

I feel like a hypochondriac.

Herro flom the hospital

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I do reveal a lot about my life, but not everything. Figuring nobody really would want to know, I left out the fact that my body decided to stop pooping about two weeks ago, and before that multiple blood tests showed elevated ALP and white blood cell levels. Then yesterday I pooped nothing but some snot and a wee bit of blood, and that immediately got my attention. So I consulted Dr. Google with my symptoms and came up with “cholecystitis,” a.k.a an inflamed gall bladder.

At the hospital I got a second opinion from a real doctor, (Just in case. Like HAL from 2001, Google is always right, but you never know.) The real doctor said I need to take a really, really good poop and prescribed me some laxatives normally used only by zoo veterinarians and college fraternity pranksters, because the over-the-counter laxatives I’ve been popping like Tic-Tacs aren’t doing the trick. And I’m going in for a sonogram tomorrow to check under the hood. (I can’t wait to see my own liver!)

So I’m sitting here in front of the computer now, listening to my stomach gurgle and stinking up my little home office like you wouldn’t believe. (Andy came into visit a few minutes ago but immediately fled in severe olfactorial distress.) So far the horse pills haven’t done their thing, but I feel like a rocket on a launch pad, counting down till blast off.

I guess this is my body’s way of saying, “Welcome to middle age. Paybacks are hell.”

Why me?

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Honestly, I’m not a pervert. I’m not running a site that recounts sexual encounters with Japanese girls, and there are no photos up womens’ dresses, no hidden onsen or dressing room videos here, nor am I offering a comprehensive guide to the sex shops of Kabukicho. But most people find my site by googling for “chikan” or “mouthcam, with “used panties” and “ass hair” bringing up the rear. (Har har.)

But seriously, I think I might have been the first source in the English-speaking world to recount the story about the reason behind Mixi‘s stock price’s nosedive. And I think I’m at least doing a litte to offset the widespread belief that there are used panty vending machines on every streetcorner in Japan because there are no used panty vending machines in Japan.

MouthCam(TM): My Commute

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Today the train I switch to on the outskirts of Tokyo was just slightly more crowded than usual. I was smashed into the people sitting down, and someone’s briefcase was wedged into my ass. But overall, I’d say this shows a typical commute.

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Did I ever mention how I don’t release most of the audio and video I create? It’s because I’m too chicken picky.

Well, I’ve created what I like to call The Chumbucket. All the podcasts and videos that just aren’t good enough for me, I’m puttin’ them online. Love ’em or hate ’em, I could care less, just don’t complain. It’s all going in The Chumbucket, and I’m not going to keep track of how many people download what.

Wanna feast from The Chumbucket?

  • Gimme money. (If you’ve already donated, I should have just sent you the URL.)
  • Take this marketing survey. It’ll get the attention of potential advertisers.
  • Link to me from your blog to increase my Technorati score.
  • Do all three and I’ll write your name on the body part of your choosing. (But not that body part. Unless you’re a cute babe.)

I will do my best to keep The Chumbucket filled to the brim by going through the old stuff whenever I can. Let me know when you’ve done any of the above and I’ll set your place at the trough.

Stumpin’ for my favorite candiate

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Well, that was fun. I just contributed $25 to Barack Obama’s campaign as a first time donor and my contribution was instantly matched by someone named Matt in Illinois. Then, I was given the opportunity to pay if forward. The next time someone contributes $10, another of my own $10 will be added to it. That’ $70 he won’t have to take from some special interest group. Or, thinking more pessimistically, we just paid for the dinner napkins at his next fundraiser.