ramtower

Hard to make a habit of writing when you can’t even be bothered to do the odd blog update, ne?

Have a cat photo.

just continuing my tests.

That’s interesting in its own right. Let’s see if permissions are still correct and stuff.

I’m just working on this thing a little more. I have a list of things that need doing, some of which take more brains than I’ve for to spare…

Here’s a cat.

at how the iPod autocorrect “fixed” my title for my last entry. Hm…

Okay, new banner art up. Took a while to get this image looking right. It’s poached (I’m a poacher) from an old godzilla poster. I’m working on getting a rotating banner script up and running, so I can have all kinds of cool cycling images like Reed and Fraction do. I am jealous and petty. And also small. The next thing I need to figure out is how to make MarsEdit put images where I want them to be, so that I can make posting pictures a single-button process. Blar.

Special thanks to Burley for helping me find my technical mishap and correct it. Woot woot indeed, good sir. Woot woot.

I’m totally just a test to make sure something I did did the right thing and not some other thing. But I’m nothing! IGNORE ME.

No, wait. This is TEST. I’m on the iPod right now, trying the wordpress app. My fingers are not nimble.

Lunch today was a trip to the local soba shop, only a block from Nintendo and strangely uncrowded for a being what looks like the only restaurant within walking distance. I wonder if most of the employees eat at the cafeteria or from the local convenience stores (both of which looked as crowded as the soba restaurant did). We ate tenzaru soba, with rice and pickles, and when the meal was finished, our server brought a teapot filled with the soba water, which we then were meant to pour into the soba dipping sauce (whose name escapes me, and I’m writing this note to remind myself to look it up, which means if this note is still in here, I got lazy and just pressed publish without doing so). The soba broth apparently holds more nutrients than even the soba itself, and many sang of its benefits to skin, cholesterol levels, cancer prevention, emotional and spiritual wellbeing, and so on.

The real gem, however, came after lunch, when we stopped in at a local 7-Eleven to pick up drinks to sustain us through the jet lag that was only just beginning to knock us on our asses. Nescafe sells a canned coffee drink branded with the image of Golgo 13, legendary assassin of the manga of the same name. I’ll post an image later when I get a chance, because it turns out I was too lazy to finish this post properly… Ah, well. Blame jet lag if you must blame something.

Off to Kyoto for a business trip. The business-class experience of travel is still weird to me, like I’m in an entirely separate airport, a phantom airport superimposed over the one I’m used to wandering through. Meals are expensed, the lounge seats are quite and comfortable, and I’m not constantly watching my bags out of fear that something will happen to them. Tim’s on his second glass of (complimentary) Jameson, taking full advantage of the amenities, while I’m stocking up on free bagels and packets of cream cheese–my feral coach-class roots are showing, and I’m hoarding food out of fear that I’ll never see an attendant once the flight begins. I think I might have snarled at a guy who got too close to my snack cache.