Carp. So close. They almost could’ve done it. But they play National League style ball. And the Fighters have that Kaibutsu, Otani.
I would’ve loved to have seen a win for Hiroshima. I wanted to see Himetan in Carp red. I wanted to see Maaya cheering, too. I’ll have to settle for fresh Lemon, Miorin, and her dejected cheers.
Hopefully, they’ll be there again next year.
It’s David S. Pumpkins, man!
I wander into the bookstore usually without a care in the world. It’s a place that I find myself because I can’t stand being home by myself with nothing doing. Let me go to the bookstore to find myself with nothing doing. OCD. It is what it is. Ritual. It is a hard habit to break. Because I will buy a book. Almost all books are tempting. I found this book in the food essay corner. It looks more like another travelogue of Japan. I need to get there one day.
いく！
Super Sushi Ramen Express: One Family’s Journey Through the Belly of Japan by Michael Booth
Is it me or has this month of October been rather subdued in its celebration of Halloween? I think we have the election to blame.
In the months before October, we have seen many horrors from that rat bastard, Donald Trump, that we have forsaken the fake horrors that we reserve for Halloween. We’ve lost our appetite for horror because we have been living a nightmare of an election.
If not the ghastly leader, but his minions that make us scared of ourselves, in who we’ve become, and in our neighbors as well. We are surrounded by zombified citizens who will eat our brains not for nutrition but because they want us dumb, too. And the nation is cursed like a werewolf.
We need to wake up. Get this election over with. Kick the rat bastard into history. And make sure we never hear from him again.
I’m all for a more normal spooktacular October.
Hashimoto Nanamin is graduating from Nogizaka46 in February next year, and I feel sad. Another of member of my favorite idol group leaving. This one is tough to take as she is returning to her private life and no longer partaking in the Japanese entertainment industry. Once she’s done she’s done.
I am selfish in that I want her to stick around. Or at least be available as an entertainer. I don’t want to lost track of her. But that is stupid selfish talk.
She deserves what she chooses. She brought her fans so much joy that we she wish gets it back as much.
I wish her well when she graduates.
Nishino Nanase’s Instagram for outtakes and photos from her second photobook. Let’s just enjoy shall we?
The Magnificent Seven ain’t no Seven Samurai. It ain’t no Magnificent Seven of Yul Brenner fame. It’s its own movie, a western born in the 21st century. With a diverse cast and its own agenda.
It doesn’t make the wild bunch do it for honor. They do it for the money. And for personal reasons. This last fact changes the movie into revenge. No one wins. Even the farmers lose. You the view do as well.
It’s a decent action movie, but again, no Seven Samurai.
3 of 5 stars.
I had some dizziness on Tuesday. I felt like I was tipping over. And then I was anxious. It blew over and I was fine.
I had some dizziness on Wednesday. I had 3 events. I was weak at the end of the day. I thought I was fine. I thought I was going to die. I went to the emergency room to see if I was dying.
I spent the night in the ER. Then I was admitted for observations for another day. I was at the hospital for the next day.
Turns out I have Type I Arnold-Chiari malformation. Yeah sounds scary. Not sure if I should be fine. Who knows. YOLO.
Bookstore Haul: Volume 11 — This Is The End of NewsRadio Quote Month
Why did I have to leave work early? Now I had to find some place to kill time. And I went to my favorite hang. Fudge. I bought some stuff. Again. Why? I haven’t even cracked the other stuff I bought the other times. This is getting to be ridiculous.
Also, the end is neigh for NewsRadio Quote Month. One more into the books. Shit. Another year. And more around the waist.
The Three-Body Problem by Cixin Liu as translated by Ken Liu. Science fiction. I haven’t taken a look at fiction in a while. Let alone sci-fi. I hope this is good.
Sushi: Taste and Technique by Kimiko Barber and Hiroki Takemura. There’s dashi maki tamago. I need to eat less sushi. And make it more.
