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 Barium Meals: Spies and Housewives

Wifey went in a few days ago for a semiannual-ish checkup. And, par for the course, swallowed some chalky liquid to chase the fizzy stuff  before stepping up onto what looked like a um... viewing wall. This wall was connected to some kind of joystick that allowed for a ‘technician’ to actuate his subject to varying degrees. Not much to do but sort of lie there and hang on while trying not to burp. 

A cold, hard table.

During the procedure, the subject was told to turn right, turn left, and face forward.  This was all in order for the technician to get a better view of the radiocontrast agent imbibed while looking for irregularities on the gastrointestinal lining. 

Still with me so far?  Okay, this is where it got a little interesting.

Wifey was chatting with the radiologist/joystick man, an older, matter-of-fact fellow. After her session, she apologized for being a little confused when she was asked to turn left and right. She thought her response time was a little slow.  

Communication and Control with Plessart

 by Tohsiba

Old Man Tech said not to worry, that her reflexes were normal. Basically what is expected from the general population. And then he went on to mention that when the JSDF sends their boys, men, and occasionally a women or two over for their annual checkups. Those dogs are snap-to-it fast when when given commands. Maybe there is something to be said for their obedience training.

 From here *

“On a normal day, we can expect to get through twenty regular folks per hour.  Now, with the soldiers, we can run about thirty of those guys through here in the same amount of time. They are really responsive when it comes to turning left, turning right, and facing forward. Not at all like the police; they are slow.” 

When Wifey was pressed for clarification about what Uncle Joystick had meant, she said that it wasn't clear who the popo were being compared to. Either way, I got the impression that the boys in blue were described as being a bit thick, meant in a good way... for everyone.

(Barium Meals is a prelude to Sweet and Sour, third on the list of Dr. Mercy stories, found in the The Universe)

Limping Origami

 

(Fast forward to 2:29, the press play and don't listen to him...)

Smack at ya’, change that and give me one.

Poopin’ Kitchen, more over Godzilla and hello sandwich

Kawaii Hawaii, Wet my noodle with hot sake

Your direction line to Japan

Grapefruit Girl, fowl flower

Axle grinding tweet tweet onsen addict

Big on my English,  Pleasure red rude boy bushed

Risky skydiving, this must be the palace

Porschedellic linking blood sites

Picky eaters snake file

E-mails from the eagle, got on

Your bi-polar Asian connection

Kind of fits a registered alien’s carnivorous wank in Japan.

Sleep Jake, tidy-o beyond the scholars

Epic take saving spam.

This comes from an over-exposure to some really bad lipreading and then looking at a blog list...

Earlier in the day, I had watched the following:

Personally, I preferred listening to his voice. Unfortunately, he appears to have given misleading information if the first clip is true, something I will attempt to verify tomorrow when I am less agitated. 

All said, the background music is somewhat alluring, and the man's voice is somehow reassuring even though the lemon need not be cut into pieces to get more juice. Fuck.

 

Yeah... We Got Issues

Look, it's nothing to be proud of, is it?

Taking the time to figure out what it all means, I'm sure there is other 'business' that needs tending to.

A while back, before all this happened, I got a quite a few visits from them about this. 

Al Alletzhauser isn't about to bother anyone ever again, like he apparently did when he wrote

The House

of Nomura:

The Inside Story of the World's Most Powerful Company

That's all old news anyway.  More than twenty years ago. Not like is has anything to do with what's going on today. Which, judging by a recent headline, ain't exactly bad considering the big picture. Eking out a mere $25 million in a quarter isn't necessarily bad under these circumstances, is it?

They'll be just fine. 

Updates to follow...

Mourning Papers: The Day After

The best way to worstly respond to something a person don’t like is maybe ‘freaking out’ a little.

When I read what a man from Mu-zu-rrah says about believing who built what:

"There's one class in this country: Americans. We also believe that the source of America's great strength is our faith in a loving God, who allows courageous people the freedom to pursue the unique dreams that each of them have. And we believe that the Constitution is not a list of suggestions. We believe that ordinary people built America. We believe you built that." 

When I read what the man who once called himself 'Will' says, I can’t help but think about what people try to remember. 

Dreams...dreams are good to have. But there's a feeling some people could use a shot of the good stuff. 

Yeah, what people try to remember so that they can hold onto what they think they believe in.

Well, let’s take a look in the mirror then, shall we? 

There's a lot to see. And nowadays, it's hard not to.

Personally, I'm not so interested in what we the people believe in; I'm more interested in what we the people have actually done.  And, consequently, what we the people are actually doing. 

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna finishing reading my morning paper and pour myself another cup of joe.

Gonorrhea Blues

Or maybe it was chlamydia.

One of those special gifts that keeps on giving. 

Either way, it was "Down the hatch."

 "Wait. What do you mean, 'down the hatch'?!"

"Just be still. This will cause a bit of discomfort. If you back away, we'll have to take another sample." 

"I...Jesus!....that, really...."

"Almost...just another turn...okay. All done."

The symptoms were the same.  How could something that felt so good cause so much 'discomfort'?" 

Two kids, not even old enough to drive, were hanging out.

"Dude. You should always wear protection. You never wanna' catch anything."

"What are you talking about?"

"You ever piss razor blades? 'Cause that's what it feels like." 

"What happened?" 

"You know Deena?"

"You mean...?"

"Yep. Deena the Dyke?"

"No...you didn't?!" 

"No.  Not me. This time, it was Johnny. He was all freaked out. Called and said when he went to take a leak that it felt like someone was pulling barbed-wire out of his dick." 

 "That's too funny." 

"It wasn't when she gave it to me. I went to the doctor and they did a test. Took out this thing that looked like Q-Tip and..." (it starts up top, just after "Down the Hatch")

 Will's turn came years later.  For him, it was more of a burning sensation. A lot like fire.

Then a lot like a lot of fire. Nothing quite as painful as he'd ever experienced 'down there'.

His visit to the doctor was fairly straight forward. He went in. The nurse asked a few questions, wrote stuff down on the clipboard and then stepped out.

A few minutes later, a doctor came in along with his young intern. The intern, she had her hair pulled back. Intelligent looking, kind of beautiful, but also focused on what the physician was saying. He was explaining the procedure.

Everything was done matter-of-factly. The patient  was even warned:

"This might hurt a little."

When the doctor was finished, he looked to his intern and reassured her, "You have to be prepared to tell them not to back away or you'll have to start over." 

Later, when Will was listening to the diagnosis, he asked the doctor about what he had said to the intern. 

"Usually guys are up against the wall and we have to start over again. Yours is the first case where I didn't get any response."

"Oh?"

*****

Apparently, there's some relatively newer stuff floating around Japan. A super bug of sorts. Not really 'news' in the sense that the story has been out for more than a year. Still, it's something I wonder about.

When I told people about it afterwards, they always said the same thing: 'I didn't know you could get gonorrhea from a blow job.' Yeah, no shit. Neither did I. You learn all kinds of stuff when you go to a happening club.

There are a lot of preventative measures that aren't taken here.  

And the treatment is sometimes virtually ineffective. 

(pic from here)

Now, here's a song...just for its title. 

Whatever...

Sometimes... You Just Gotta Pass It On

Why?

Dunno. Just recall seeing it in a small theater. Not too many people, but they sure cheered at all the right spots. And considering where I'm at right now, it seems like a good reminder. 

Reminder of what?

Can't remember... that's the funny part.

Got a feeling the next one is going to burn like hell.   

 Nov. 8

Afterthought: 

The following video is just something run across after looking at a short list of films Countryman is in. Henzell wrote and directed 'The Harder They Come'. For whoever.

At 2:10, he begins to explain a scene that came to him…

“’Why? Because he wrote a song that was playing on my car radio the night I asked my wife to marry me.’… It was the power of his music that saved his life.”  

 


Anyway... this should be the only update for this post. 

Who's 'Under-the-Bridge'?

 Green is... pretty. 

After reading about Hashimoto's relentless bullying by the weakly press, I’m beginning to really think that the Japanese left-wing is really what would be considered right leaning in western terms.

Let me esplain.