The hot new thing in Japan...at least in one household. Bento box anime art. Characters made out of meat. You can eat the whole thing. Score one for analog. The blog, with a lot of do-it-yourself and recipies, is here.
Tomo Machiyama meets Harry Reems A Rock Opera Excerpt
Tomo: So the technique of deep throat was around before the movie?
Harry: It became known as "deep throat" because of Linda (Lovelace). It was being done in the 1700s and the 1800s. Many people had that ability. Most gay people have the ability. But there was no name for it. It was just a blowjob.
T: How about your name?
H: (Gerry Damiano) came up with the name Harry Reems. I used to say, don't use my real name.
T: What is the connotation of the name?
H: Look…Tomo…I'm not going to get into sex particulars. I don't want to talk about blowjobs and fucking. It's not what I do today and I don't use obscenities. So…
T: But I don't know what "Harry Reems" means….
H: Yes you do. "Reeming"?
H: I'm not going to answer the question. You look it up in the dictionary.
T: I'm not so familiar with…
H: You obviously are or you wouldn't be asking the question, so don't lie.
T: Well, my English teacher didn't teach me that.
H: Well, you learned it. You've been here six years.
Ok. Wonderfest. Happened last month in Tokyo. Can’t be bothered to do a double check. Comiket for garage kit fiends, papercraft ghoulies, and people looking to dump unsold Gundam and Star Wars figures. Held at Tokyo Big Sight twice a year. Went with Matt Alt (who was worshipped as a living god by one of the dealers who recognized him). Met up with toy designer Ken there. Took some pictures because I thought you might wanna see them.
It took a while to find the bad ass kaiju kits, but here was the opening salvo: Godzilla fighting over the last beer for all the marbles with Biollante.
Two Akiba-kids snap pics of Wonderfest’s exclusive figure. And unless you’d do the same thing, you probably shouldn’t call yourself an otaku.
Is this better than a real live woman or having an actual maid pick up after you? Several thousand people at Wonderfest sure seemed to think so.
Killing machines make for the perfect antidote to that Moe-kei stuff. Here’s a big Studio Nue designed Powered Suit that looks like it’s being piloted by Hugo, the Man of a Thousand Faces.
A distinct lack of spaceships at the show made me get a stiffy over these fine garage kits of the Gamilus fleet.
The question of the age: “Coffee, tea, or Machine Krieger papercraft?”
Proof that some Japanese people actually *did* see Godzilla: Final Wars after all.
Your friends are going to want to know, where did you get your Original Image Godzilla Heads?
This original Yamato kit was about the size of a suicide submarine. It was also the raddest thing I saw at all of Wonderfest.
Savor the sexy details...
"Mommy! Mommy! Two Gabara and an Angilas from those unpredictable nutjobs at M-1!"
Asphyxiation was a genuine concern at Wonderfest.
Multiply this scene by a million, and that’s what the majority of Wonderfest was like. Note grown man with elderly black woman glasses losing his mind in the background…
Remote control robot walks and moves around thanks to superior technology. If this guy could make them bigger, then Japan would rule the world...
...if only the otaku weren't helping the nation totally lose the plot. Bless them.
Come to think of it, it would probably be cheaper to simply buy these things than take their real-life counterparts out to dinner and a movie.
Disembodied heads were a big theme at the show. This one was life-sized and looked like something you’d find in Miyazaki’s refrigerator.
Cause for celebration. A Sonny “The Street Fighter” Chiba garage kit. The pose is dead on, even if the face looks like Dennis Leary…
Ok, honorable Kojiro Abe-samma. We can all hear you breathing. Anyway, here are some weird, creepy dollies of Rei for you.
Maybe this is why Land of the Dead was so short. This George Romero action figure is only 12” tall.
Holy shit! A Doller. A grown man dressed up as a female anime character! Apologies for this picture being blurry. Seeing this thing was giving me a seizure.
First came origami. Then came papercraft. The eternal drama of folding shit and getting little cuts on your hands reaches its apex with Legendary God Giant Ideon.
Sweet ass redesign of robo-hero Denjin Zaboga. Bonus point for Mori Yuki in “nurse pachira” mode and Kei Yuki from Captain Harlock.
If you’re going to be sick and get off on dolls and shit, go all the way. The guy who was selling these looked remarkably like your dad.
Holy Shit! Another doller! And taking pictures of little Moe model kits while I took pictures of him/her! The mind reels.
Chief attraction at the ‘Unknown Axis Museum.’ Nazi UFOs you know, like the ones they used to take Hitler to South America with…
Remember, in the game of life, Nazis are the bad guys. Only slightly less so in Japan…
A little kid walked by and crapped in his pants when he saw this. His name was Patrick.
This guy had dedicated his life to making garage kits of American Z-movie monsters like Zontar, Ro-Man, Teenage Werewolf. I think that's how you get a US visa these days.
It took a long time for the ancient race memory of being a homicidal lunatic with a sword to come back to Japan, but the light sabers seemed to help.
(Mikio) Narita ariport. Have to split town for a few weeks to top up my visa. Tiny Kinokuniya book kisok. Old English porno paperbacks for sale, complete with Eric Stanton cover art: Swinger`s Night Out. A mountain of glossy skin mags next to the manga. Za Besto, Urrecco. Who reads that shit on the plane?
I buy a Street Jack fashion mag, cuz I`m a trendy little schoolgirl inside. The woman in front of me, early 40s, dressed a shade or two too young, saddled with a hangdog face she can do nothing about, makes the purchase of the year. Making Out in English.
My boarding gate is filled with schoolboys in their Harry Potter uniforms. From the second floor, you can see the pecking order in harsh relief; the cliques and the winners and losers.
Praying for some Kamen Rider or Sentai teams on the plane. With half a bottle of Xanax and some Ritz Bits, I`ll probably settle for in-flight games of Punch Out.