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danieru in tokyo
Monday, February 20, 2006
 
Do Not Look Directly Into Laser Beam With Remaining Eye
i've waited years to meet a republican, and i was starting to doubt that any really existed. so yesterday, some demi-important looking guy (ie old guy that wasn't so chilled out) turned up in Toki, and it became clear, pretty quickly, that he wanted to bomb towel heads, in the interest of his own security. Clearly, he didn't care that there was no Bin Laden link, he didn't care about Iraqi security. This was all irrelevant. It was cool. This was the real thing. A modern day Nazi, without the stripes - at least most members of the National Socialist party had the balls to take what they believed in to the battlefield, personally. I want to know how many of these guys would do the same. The icing on the cake was when I asked him outright if he was a Republican. He refused to directly answer my question, and when I pushed him for an answer, he just said 'i vote for whatever is best for me'. I couldn't help laughing. This is a guy who is reasonably intelligent, yet convinced that killing children is a necessity for his superior life. Beautiful. He's going to make sure that there ain't enough seats left in hell for me, and there's a fighting chance i'll be upgraded. Prost Amerika.

In hindsight, this guy is probably going to get me fired. if that happens, or even if it doesn't, i'm going to print out pictures like this and leave it on his desk. Securitize this you nazi.

Left Toki, and jumped on a train to the opposite end of the city, Shibuya. By this stage my ability to recall the directions i was given was waning. Somehow, quite possibly through Matt's patience, I managed to find the place. It was cool. There was a big Russian guy who thought I spoke Russian because i could say Nasdrovia. There was a guy who was playing Soprano Sax in the the middle of the floor, which was a riot. Thank god that there was some guy (whose name i will never remember, irrelevant of how many times i meet him) with a very cool Nissan, similar to the Cube, but not quite. thank god he drove us home.

Managed to get >4 hours sleep before running back to work, on Saturday, to make a DNS change. Oh la la. And then tres bored, as I had to hang around for 8 more hours. So I ate two lunches. Was going to meet Renata & Rimiko for dinner, but got a call from Benjamin instead saying that Mulu's leaving party was on. Cancelled Renata. Went to Shibuya. Met more Germans. I know i did the right (aka selfish thing), but still feel slightly guilty. Invited her to go snowboarding this weekend, but now i've started to doubt whether i can make it...

Spent most of Sunday asleep, or watching Lost. I think it's rubbish. Weak script, awful acting, overdone makeup. But everyone ranted about it so much, that I might watch a couple more episodes. Sleep is good. I realised, from last weekend, how useful it actually was. After I have sleep, concentration improves. It's magical.

Hmm. my contract expires tomorrow, or today, and I haven't heard back from them yet.
It's nice to know that it doesn't matter.

Two points:

i'm going to use names in my blog more often from now on, as i'm quite convinced that 99% of the people i have met out here will evaporate as memories and I will lose touch with them, very quickly. It's nice to know that it doesn't matter.

I told Monsieur B: Stop paying tax. it's like buying leather seats for your くるま. it's expensive. and it's optional.

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