Leopard-Print Fingerless Gloves

When I say that the fashion sense in Japan is awful, dammit I mean it. I thought that after the 70's, anybody caught wearing leopard print was beheaded by order of the queen. Leopard-print fingerless gloves shouldn't sound like a good idea to ANYBODY that isn't a mid-African tribal hunter that killed the beast with his bare hands (which may or may not be actual bear hands, depending on the hunter).

That was a nice break from blogging. I'm not sure how long it was. Probably a day. Time moves differently here....in the wild.

There is this site called Mogulus that you should all look into. They have "channels" which are user run where people upload content and you can watch it like a tv. Except there are no commercials, its free, and there are 5000 channels with more than nothing to watch. Also if you feel so oriented, there is a chat room attached to the side that usually proves to be as entertaining as the video itself. I watched the entirety of Batman Beyond on one of them, and Tintin on a different one. I wasn't aware that Tintin was entertaining at all, so that was a revelation.

In other news, I finally made it out to an Internet Cafe to have something to say about Japan again! And in the great words of The Critic, "It stinks!". Honestly. I went there for the express purpose of downloading things on my laptop. And they told me I could when I stopped in the time before. So when I come in today and they tell me that I'm not allowed to use it, you know, AFTER I buy the minutes, that kinda stinks. Ah, well. I removed the firewall and installed Steam and Team Fortress 2 so I did what I intended to anyways.

The place is basically a crowded mixture of a bar, a library, and your computer lab. All the computers are in one space which is a row of doored cubicles. So the tops are open. And smoking is allowed, which really got on my nerves and had me feeling kinda sick for a bit after leaving. There is also a "room service" phone in each booth an a menu so you can order food. Which is... odd. Some of the food looked delicious, but considering I was screwing with their computers I didn't order anything on the risk of being caught. There is also a set of billiard tables, some video games consoles, dart boards, and a manga and reading section with free books to check out. Also, all the machines have an English setting, but none of the workers do.

My inability to do things on my own, leaving me in a dullop like state of infancy in the midst of the Japanese renders me to do some quite silly looking things. For example, going into the mall's information booth to ask where to buy bus tickets, and then being directed to the booth directly across from them.

Ah.

I could very well write this blog in a way that made me look intelligent, instead of a bumbling fool. But where's the fun in that?

Along those lines, my friends screwed with me. I came home from the cafe and passed out as a result of being awake for two days, so when I came out to get a drink my friends wished me Happy New Years and confused the living daylights out of me. They're all "Yeah, it's 2009 now." To which my response was "Whaaaat?" and a going back to my room to check the calendar and then go back to call them all jerks.

Wankers.