Inspired by a number of misfit bloggers mostly whose honeymoons have long since been over. Inspired by those who share a taste for a raw, unfiltered Japan. Definitely not part of any press club.
Several things are going through the mind at the moment.
Two are in a holding pattern: "And the One?"
"The one just sort of fell out of the sky. Or maybe was shot down. Or struck. "
"Hmmm... Lightning."
"What's that?"
"Oh... nothing. Please, carry on."
"Sort of fell out of the sky and is on the ground. The one scene, the only scene I saw. Was the best. And I remembered that it was important. Somehow."
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.
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.
“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)
(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.
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?
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.
"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.
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.
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.
