Monthly Archives: July 2009

Hee Hee!

hee hee!


A few people are coming to visit, so I’ll be missing for a few weeks.

Have fun without me!


note: I got this idea from Bunk Strutts over at Tacky Raccoons. It’s only taken 4 trips to the beach to actually have a sunny day.

Over Reactors

storm clouds on the horizon!


Do you know anyone who seriously overreacts to anonymous practical jokes played on them?

After the joke they usually say something like, “If I find out who did this, I will kill you! I kid you not! I will make the last moments of your life so painful you will beg me to put you out of your misery.


Those people are the best to play jokes on!


note: my boss is one of those people.

double note: “Hey! What’s with that plastic sheet?”

Salvage Tarsier

No, I'm not French!



The Salvage Tarsier

– former Navy TARSIER
– principle cinematographer for underwater segments of “Finding Nemo
– online PADI certification card holder
– active Freediver
– underwater welding specialist


note:  “Jobs small or big; he’ll leave his twig

double note: I’m no possum!!!

In My Dreams … #5

my next house


In my dreams  I interpret Sigmund Freud.


note: photo taken in one of the DisneySea sections.

double note: #1  and #2  and #3  and #4  are still slumbering along.

In The Center

 Shibukawa Heso Matsuri 2009


Thirty minutes from the small city where I live in Japan is another small city. There isn’t anything really special there: it’s basically a suburb of the next bigger city.

But …it is special in Japan for one reason.

It is Japan’s geographical center:  … it is the bellybutton.

Shibukawa Heso Matsuri 2009

So what do you do when you are the bellybutton of a country?

You have a bellybutton festival!

Shibukawa Heso Matsuri 2009

A few hundred people dancing down the streets dressed up with painted stomachs or wearing t-shirts with faces on them; a few thousand people watching them; and a few thousand more trying to buy food and drinks at all the stands and kiosks.

Shibukawa Heso Matsuri 2009

 There are no ifs, ands, or butts at this festival; … just innies and outies.

Shibukawa Heso Matsuri 2009

 Even if you don’t join innie, you’re not left outie.

Shibukawa Heso Matsuri 2009

 These women even gave me a free beer!

How cool is that?

Pretty cool!


note: here is a bit of video from the  2008 Shibukawa Heso Matsuri (Bellybutton Festival)

double note: I don’t think there is a festival celebrated in the geographical boobs of Japan … and for those of you living there, I stick out my tongue in your general direction.

Shibukawa Heso Matsuri 2009


triple note: I looked around for some lint, but I couldn’t find any.

quadruple note: razzbuffnik  at “All The Dumb Things” left a very funny comment on my Boomerang  entry. It seems to have taken on a life of its own. Have a look and add your thoughts if you are feeling silly.


I was shellshocked when I saw this!


note: does this make the planter an “eggplanter“?

double note: these people have really shelled out for their fertilizer.

triple note: the egg shells kind of look cool, but the dead chickens around the trees in the frontyard didn’t really do it for me.

quadruple note: are egg farms “egg plantations“?


that grasshopper snatched the pebble ... and my hand! ... from my hand.


Are there any endangered insects?

Do you really care?

If it didn’t affect the food chain or cause some other environmental catastrophe, would you really miss insects?

People are always spraying, trapping, squishing, and zapping insects … if they aren’t screaming, waving arms, and slapping at them.

It’s like they don’t really like them all that much.

My heart flutters a bit thinking about a butterfly free world and my eyes dim a little imagining no fireflies, but I’d get over it and move on probably …  smelling  of something other than DEET .

Humans are pretty good at wiping out the big things on this planet, but we just don’t pay enough attention to the little things … luckily.


note: there don’t seem to be too many proud insectitarians out there.

double note: In Japan some people eat inago (grasshopper): they are quite tasty actually (seriously).
Cook them in a pot with soy sauce and sugar. It’s a nice side dish to spice up your rice! Yum!
Check them out here  … along with a bunch of other stuff some people supposedly eat over here. (not for the weak stomach crowd … you’ve been warned)

Old Girlfriends

 buying old flowers for old girlfriends makes sense to me!


My old girlfriends are all over me.


note: you can interpret this one many ways … maybe even more if you speak a few languages.

double note: it goes in so many different directions it’s almost directionless.

triple note: photo taken at a flower market (surprise surprise!) in Cuenca, Ecuador 2005.

quadruple note: sometimes I don’t like looking at old photos … it reminds me that I used to wear such nice clothes.

quintuple note: I hate to say it, but I probably miss those shorts more than a few old girlfriends put together.

sextuple note: I lied … I didn’t hate saying that at all!


non-returnable boomerang fridge magnet!


Whoever invented the boomerang must have had a seriously lazy dog.


note: Boomerangs are like yoyos: they both don’t come back to me.

double note: Is a “boomering” just a frisbee that comes back to you when you throw it up into the air on a windy day?

triple note: That guy really “boomerung” that emu’s neck!

quadruple note: When I think of a boomerang, I always think of that idiot in “The Road Warrior/ Mad Max 2” movie.

quintuple note: I thought boomerangs were unique to Australia … I was wrong

This Is A Repost: “First Memory”

 July 20th, 1969: Apollo 11 Moon Landing.

It was my sister’s 7th birthday; I was 4 years old.
I remember it because our family tradition was to eat the birthday cake and then open presents. We finished dinner, and then everyone rushed to the old black and white TV to watch the moon landing.
For my sister: no cake, no presents.
She cried like crazy.

My oldest brother (15 years older) was working in Peru at the time.
He remembers hearing it on the radio.
He was so excited he borrowed someone’s motorcycle and drove out into the country.
He saw a farmer out in a field working with a cow pulling a plow.
He yelled to the farmer in Spanish, “We’ve just landed on the moon!

The farmer looked at him and replied, “Leave me alone you crazy gringo!

note: actually I remember riding around on the vacuum cleaner while my Mom cleaned the day before the moon landing, but I still do that so it’s no big deal.
double note: only the cow was pulling the plow, not the farmer and the cow.
triple note: I just thought I’d repost this because it’s my sister’s birthday again. Happy Birthday!
quadruple note: I would have put in a different story about the moon landing, but I only have one for some reason.
quintuple note: something strange happened when I copied and pasted this one. Please disregard the “.