It’s too dark to take a picture of anything else.
This is the dumbest product in the $300-400 range I’ve ever seen. Basically, it blinks, rolls around and plays music via Bluetooth. That’s all.
Tag: mobile
Old what’s his name
I can’t think of this actor’s name, but he must have gotten paid a fortune to lend his curmudgeonly rugged looks to hawking canned coffee. I think this photo needs a thought balloon added to it.
More wrecking fun
I wish I could stand here all day and watch that claw machine take huge bites out of cement and rebar.
Testing a theory
Sometimes I wonder if I could blog about damn near anything and you sorry-ass, no-life-having suckers would just eat it up.
P.S. I installed a disemvowlization plugin a few minutes ago and I’m just raring to use it.
P.P.S. Screw you.
Nonstop Rain & Thoughts on Commuting
It’s been raining for the past two days, at times heavy enough to turn roads into rivers. My wife drove me to the station this morning. Want to hear my excitement for today? I looked up in the car’s owner’s manual how to adjust the dashboard clock. It’s no longer running eight minutes fast, causing me to drive like a maniac at times from thinking I was late.
Notice in the photo that the platform isn’t so crowded that white gloved conductors have to cram commuters into cars. That’s the only scene you tend to see in video clips, but in reality it’s not the norm. That only happens when the trains are delayed during rush hour due to an accident, which isn’t very often. Trains do get crowded closer to Tokyo, but in normal circumstances not painfully so, unless you’re crushed against someone with demoniacally bad breath.
It’s also been said that Japanese people often are reluctant to sit next to foreigners on trains. Honestly, I can’t remember that ever happening to me, probably because like everyone else I don’t take a special interest in the people around me. Tourists have a way of looking around that makes Japanese uneasy, as if you might talk to them or ask them a question in English. To be honest, I avoid those types too. You just never know if they’re going to be crazy, smelly, embarrassing or annoying.
Another one bites the dust
I just LOVE watching buildings get torn down. If I could live my life over, I’d be a wrecking ball operator.
McDonald’s is mobbed
It’s lunchtime, swimming just let out and the department store shoppers are also hungry. The line to the register snakes through the restaurant and out the back door.
I have nothing better to do while waiting in line, ergo, I’m unnecessarily blogging. Who knows, maybe somebody out there was wondering what a McDonald’s in Japan looks like.
Saturday Swimming
Tony and Andy are swimming, I’m upstairs killing time by reading up on JavaScript objects and arrays.
Tony’s pointing me out to his friends, waving and trading funny faces with me. Just like how I sometimes miss the two year old Tony now, I know there will too soon come a day when I’ll miss Tony the 10 year old. My kids teach me the importance of always appreciating the present moment.
Weekly Saturday ritual
While the boys take swimming lessons, I sit up in the spectator’s area with all the little kids who chase each other around barefoot and their parents who talk amongst themselves, stare into space or read.
I’m killing time by listening to Otofuke on my iPod and reading the Japanese translation of Catcher in Rye. It’s slow and painful to have to look up 4-5 words on every page, but a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. One day, far, far in the future, I’m going to finish reading this book.
