The morning we wake in cold Shimorenjacku room, better again faced to do the sweet business of Counter ESPY and all that portends. Barely able to contain rage over rude interruption but able to siphon off blame for simple the fact of being here. Bu-chan the cat with the two-tone face and hiding under a cardboard box, stretched out in a strange posture. Me here on the floor after the 10 hour plus no-flight, barely sleeping in-between. Almost growing to like the seat and space. Spilling out into Narita. Immigration the usual hard bitch. Sweaty, fluorescent, shuffling humanity. Returning English teachers to the front of the line. Withered old men with red skin and blue eyes forgetting to fill out the back of the forms. Everyone leaving grubby fingerprints, craggy features captured on camera on little polite pedestals made by NEC. My usual one man show with nyukan. Female officer this time, not the usual Uchu Keiji tag-team. Soon it will be a bus pulling me down into the undertones, great and terrible Shinjuku defying gravity, and Kichijoji station, which smells like a McDonald’s fry cook. But now, face sitting dragon mom all has a lot of questions for the gaijin who came to Counter-ESPY, beginning with, “What are you doing here? What is your business?”
Today: Shizuoka Hobby Show.
In between: Stan Lee interview in today’s Japan Times.
Everything else: _________
I get my passport back after many mysterious Xerox shuffle. She waves her hand over my face, pausing to cross her index fingers in front my eyes, which are closed shut as we make the transition. I’m in. The Tokyo Wars have begun.
Find many cool things at Shizuoka (expect much Macross stuff), see if Taito is going to unleash a Yamato Cosmogun (oh, wait, they won't be there, will they? That's more a C3 and Wonfest thing, huh?).
At bingo there was a woman that was the SPITTING IMAGE of Roxseia's wheelchair bound space witch mother, just needed a slightly longer (western?) nose and silver skin...she was on to me and hexed me something fierce and I only won $25...boo hoo.
Where's my Liabe Seed?
Posted by: Steve Harrison | May 15, 2008 at 12:34 PM