Tonight I discovered "Full House" reruns dubbed in Japanese.  The offending episode was the one about Jesse in Japan, ironically.

The weather today was pretty shit.  We were supposed to visit a lantern palace in Asakusa, but Tokyo got gray & drizzly so we took shelter at Club Sega, one of several gaming parlors in Shibuya.  I suck at anything remotely like video games--even the ones where you press 2 buttons to control a robotic arm in hopes to win a little shitty plush toy or something, except in Club Sega the shitty plush toy were big cool stuffed sushi and flat pandas.  And only in Tokyo would a game based on a big rig become reality.  Same goes for any arcade game involving computer keyboards and salarymen heros.  I don't suppose "Mavis Beacon Teaches Typing" would do very well when it's up against Sega's "The Typing of the Dead II" (its byline: "Type or Die").

We also managed to go out for dinner for the first time tonight using survival Japanese, i.e., thank goodness for semi-literacy in Katakana and one very helpful waiter at the Korean BBQ.  I think the restaurant staff were impressed (and relieved) that we managed not to burn down the restaurant, find beef innards a yummy treat or, more importantly, not using forks.  They they were playing lots of Aerosmith, AC/DC was conducive to the meat-only meal, but then later resigned to playing all Beatles, as the rest of Tokyo.
 
 

Lunch
Nato, which is fermented (aka rotten) beans
Fried tuna on a bed of lettuce, radishes, rice

Dinner
Korean BBQ, incl. diaphragm; recommended.
 
 

Personals

Naive Japanese woman.  My parents raised me strictly that is why I need someone who can teach me many kind of things in the life.  I need wise guy.

Married but Miserable  Society cordially invites unhappy wives for top secret interactions of all kinds! Email only, ok! Conversation, ok! Horny, ok! American husband in Tokyo knows how you feel.

From the same folks that brought you Virtua Tennis, The Typing of the Dead.  "Type Or Die."  I want this game for Dreamcast.  Club Sega, Shibuya.	Typing of the Dead protagonist, or was Duran Duran miscast in a video game? Note strap-on keyboard as weapon of choice. Club Sega, Shibuya.	"Crackin DJ."   Complete with crossfader and scratchable "turntables" with the same feel as a belt-drive model.  In sand.  Club Sega, Shibuya.
"18 Wheeler-American Trucker."  Funny parts included when the semi plowed through highway shoulders, realistically lined with wooden boxes every 100 ft.  Club Sega, Shibuya.	Another one for Jen Palmer.  And no, I didn't win one.  Club Sega, Shibuya.	Salarymen playing "Typing of the Dead."  Everybody say "Awwwwwwwwww."  Club Sega, Shibuya.
Theft-prevention poster in Club Sega.  Inspiration for a Stock, Hausen, and Walkman album.  Club Sega, Shibuya.	Japanese TV spans a wide range of educational cultural programs.  Another one (not shown) was of a "Bad Boys" camp for a group of unruly American teens, with Japanese translations provided during a touching moment when one of the "Bad Boys" described how he'd like to get up in dem bitches 'n shit.	Killer Santa Bear in front of a cake shop.  It was so cute.  Akasaka.

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