I am watching CNN and a London-based reporter is spending a month with an Ethiopian village to document the life of a starving people. He is large in size, probably 250 pounds or so and taller than most of the Ethiopians he lives with.

He wants to discover for himself the reasons behind the famine and starvation.

So everyone ought to know who won the Franchise Wars. You know, where Sylvester Stallone gets treated to dinner in San Angeles by the evil Dr. Cocteau.

Wrong. Not Taco Bell. Pizza Hut. It was the weirdest thing. I was watching the lips say Taco Bell, but the words were Pizza Hut. Even the sign outside the restaurant said Pizza Hut. In fact, every single Taco Bell artifact was relabeled with the Pizza Hut logo.

I can't imagine a worse wine.

Nah, that's a lie. I've had worse.

At 13% alcohol content, it really makes watching the MTV Music Awards bearable.

Justin Timberlake won Male Artist of the Year? Did I drink too much, die, and wake up in Hell?

Lots new since then.

Most obviously, I've had my account unbanned.

Lingqi was mentioning in his journal that his sleeves sometimes get soup on them because of the way food is arranged in the Japanese custom.

The layout of the food always dictates that the rice be on the far right with the miso soup should be to the right of it. Obviously, reaching over the soup to get to the rice puts the sleeve at risk of dipping into the soup.

The free webserver space that the client has so graciously provided me with supports Perl but not ANY modules. I can't even install them (termination of account will ensue).

I wrote this over in another thread. I thought I'd hold onto it.

It's easy to understand. Follow me.

In life you have an Image. This Image is how you conduct yourself and how you are perceived by others. Many factors including how you dress, how you smell, how you behave, and how you look all come together to form your Image.

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Lingqi, whose journal I'm addicted to lately, wrote in his latest journal entry that he believes Japanese men are extraordinary drinkers. I assume that he thinks this because he owns a car and is spared the passed out, projectile vomiting, generally obnoxious drunk salarymen that ride the train home every single night of the week.

A good friend's sister in law will be performing with a handful of members of the Hungary National Philharmonic in Tokyo on July 5th. Tickets are available for 3,000 yen if you buy now or 3,500 at the door.

Gotta love the kung fu bear.

One of the first things you notice in Japan after arriving is that the Japanese take recycling very seriously. It is against the law to mix burnables and non-burnables. It is against the law to mix certain types of non-burnables (bottles/cans) with other types of non-burnables (plastic drink bottles/styrofoam). Each day a different trash truck comes by and picks up that day's trash. Monday is Plastic/Styrofoam. Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday are Burnables. Wednesday is Cans/Bottles/Car

One thing that I really miss from the old ICQ days is the ability to give custom 'My Status' to different people. MSN Messenger gives me the ability to appear online, offline, or whatever, but it applies to everyone who is on my list. What I'd like is the ability to set Online for some contacts and Away for others and Offline for others still without hampering their ability to send messages. This is a huge shortcoming of MSN Messenger.

Normally the train is packed to the ceiling with salarymen dressed in black suits with white shirts and ill-advised ties reading X-rated comic books on their way to another day of boring, life-sucking work where the only escape from the drudgery is through daydreams about fucking the new 19 year old part-time office girl with the short Burberry skirt and long auburn pony tail in the emergency stairwell at lunchtime.

Japan has a reputation for being a country of the utmost politeness and courtesy. It's a lie.