Today was the first time I rode on the Shinkansen, and also the first time I sat on a techno toilet seat.  I pressed one of the buttons, and I accidentally gave myself a water enema.  The heated seat was a much-welcomed bonus.  Not much was done this evening before the gig @ Club Rockets other than eating.  Fortunately, we had an entire day in Osaka the following day for all sorts of weirdness.
 

Lunch
Box lunch from Daimaru in the train station.  It was some sort of pork thing and rice thing.  It gave me a thing-like aftertaste.

Dinner
Sukiyaki; see third photo.
 
 

Personals

San Fran man with creative personality, into design, seeks a swim with a shapely, slim, beautiful female fish.  I love color, splashing, laughing in the tall grass, chasing birds.  I love blowing up my hair in the big night club bass sqeakers with friends.

Japanese man, seeks for a French-speaking girl to teach me her language. Can't pay, but can kiss her forehead.

Plastic bag.  Behind the bag is Mt. Fuji.	Shufflemaster w/his cute little Viao + cellular modem.  Awwww.	Oh! My! Sukiyaki! Like Shabu-Shabu but not really, they grill sirloin strips, tofu scallions, and other goodies in a pot on your table.  Restaurant in Osaka.
Various badges from Club Rockets in Osaka, plastered everywhere in the dressing room.  So when you visit Japan, ask for these bands by name!
		Shufflemaster at Rockets, Osaka
Shufflemaster at Rockets, Osaka	Surgeon + Powerbook PA at Rockets, Osaka	Green-eyed Surgeon at Rockets, Osaka
Post-rave calisthenics.  It was scarier watching it on TV.  I mean, for the love of God, do they tell their families & friends they do this for a living?		And report it on their tax return?????

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