Feb 18
I don't know if this works for Osaka Boogie, because technically this is part of the neighboring Hyogo prefecture. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Amagasaki! I love cities with this sort of feel, all tall buildings and negative space and Mister Donuts.
Costco was the reason I went to Amagasaki. It was at Costco that I had a bit of a shock; I had gone in happy anticipation of their enormous, American-style pizza, but my stomach completely rejected the (two) slices I tried to lovingly feed it. While Japanese food may not be as healthy as its rumored to be (especially if you lack a functional and efficient kitchen and hence eat out often, resulting in day after day of 'rice bowl with meat on top' from Yoshinoya), my time here has apparently destroyed my ability to handle grease.
I liked this picture because Costco is next to advertisements for Aflac and Curves. It's like a little slice of America. Grease and all.
I don't know if this works for Osaka Boogie, because technically this is part of the neighboring Hyogo prefecture. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Amagasaki! I love cities with this sort of feel, all tall buildings and negative space and Mister Donuts.
Costco was the reason I went to Amagasaki. It was at Costco that I had a bit of a shock; I had gone in happy anticipation of their enormous, American-style pizza, but my stomach completely rejected the (two) slices I tried to lovingly feed it. While Japanese food may not be as healthy as its rumored to be (especially if you lack a functional and efficient kitchen and hence eat out often, resulting in day after day of 'rice bowl with meat on top' from Yoshinoya), my time here has apparently destroyed my ability to handle grease.
I liked this picture because Costco is next to advertisements for Aflac and Curves. It's like a little slice of America. Grease and all.
Feb 19
Another stuffed toy, yes.
Don't roll your eyes, Mother -- come on, how was I supposed to resist?
I bought this guy at Amagasaki after destroying my digestive system. I was wandering around a nearby department store when, on my way to the check out, determined to only buy Very Necessary Things like Clothes Hangers, my eye spotted him.
It's Bee Mario, Mom! It's Mario in a flippin' bee suit!
I can't say no to that.
I kiss his nose every night before I go to bed.
Another stuffed toy, yes.
Don't roll your eyes, Mother -- come on, how was I supposed to resist?
I bought this guy at Amagasaki after destroying my digestive system. I was wandering around a nearby department store when, on my way to the check out, determined to only buy Very Necessary Things like Clothes Hangers, my eye spotted him.
It's Bee Mario, Mom! It's Mario in a flippin' bee suit!
I can't say no to that.
I kiss his nose every night before I go to bed.
Feb 20
Spotted at Nankai Namba station, for Ash.
Look at the handsome lad there. What is this ad supposed to be selling -- the teachers or the students?!
Spotted at Nankai Namba station, for Ash.
Look at the handsome lad there. What is this ad supposed to be selling -- the teachers or the students?!
Feb 21
...!
HAVE WE FOUND THE CULPRIT?!
Oh... no. No. It is a different panda. This is not the panda I seek.
...oh, who am I kidding? I seek every panda.
...!
HAVE WE FOUND THE CULPRIT?!
Oh... no. No. It is a different panda. This is not the panda I seek.
...oh, who am I kidding? I seek every panda.
Feb 22
It's time for my favorite guys!
I was heading towards Abeno for dinnertime lunch when, through the sound of the raindrops smacking the pavement, I heard the soft melody of the foreboding enka music that could mean (and, indeed, meant) only one thing...
...the Nationalists were coming!
(Hooray, hooray!)
As an American, I register as despicable but not absolutely destruction-worthy to these guys, who roam around in their obnoxious black vans blaring traditional Japnese popular music overlayed with their archaic nationalistic messages. I particularly enjoyed this one, because the messages were not read by the aging man at the steering wheel, but were instead delivered by a gently urging female voice, the sort of voice that typically tries to sell you vacuum cleaners or makeup remover. To be honest, I really enjoyed riding my bike up the steep hill between Shin-Imamiya and the Abeno outskirts as the music swelled behind me.
I felt like a video game character. Like Bee Mario, almost, except much more hungry.
It's time for my favorite guys!
I was heading towards Abeno for dinnertime lunch when, through the sound of the raindrops smacking the pavement, I heard the soft melody of the foreboding enka music that could mean (and, indeed, meant) only one thing...
...the Nationalists were coming!
(Hooray, hooray!)
As an American, I register as despicable but not absolutely destruction-worthy to these guys, who roam around in their obnoxious black vans blaring traditional Japnese popular music overlayed with their archaic nationalistic messages. I particularly enjoyed this one, because the messages were not read by the aging man at the steering wheel, but were instead delivered by a gently urging female voice, the sort of voice that typically tries to sell you vacuum cleaners or makeup remover. To be honest, I really enjoyed riding my bike up the steep hill between Shin-Imamiya and the Abeno outskirts as the music swelled behind me.
I felt like a video game character. Like Bee Mario, almost, except much more hungry.
The way she's posed with the teacher makes her look blind! But that's one of their celeb students, so she's selling Aeon.
ReplyDeleteok..no one who knows you would expect you to resist bee mario...the handsome lad in the pic is balding...ash, stay away from him...as for the nationalists, you keep trucking with you american a**....lissa power!
ReplyDeleteAs for nationalists, I think we need to join them one day. Really let the people know what a mess foreigners are making of Japan, rally up some support for the emperor.
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