Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Can’t talk now, unfortunately, because the spirit of cleaning has gripped me with a vengeance, and I’d best heed its call while the going’s good. A vacuum cleaner simply demands a lap or two occasionally, you know?

Japan to me is like a mystical conduit, through which the familiar is transmuted into improbable iterations. I’ll need to ply you with a video tonight, courtesy of the Cat, and keep in mind this is what happened when Jeopardy was ported to the Far East. I’m just kidding. I’ll take Dissembling for $500, Alex.