Got up early so that I could get to practice in Saitama...but the weather was nasty cold and rainy, and then I called Todd to see what was up, and then I just couldn't bother. So I spent the day playing PS2 whilst Hiroko read and napped on the couch. Ah, rainy Saturday afternoon, how do I love thee.
choppie choppie
Cousin Dave cut together a wee little video clip of me cutting. Loverly. All it needs now is a Bassa-nova soundtrack and Angelina Jolie nekkid.
incredible
Hiroko and I went to see The Incredibles at the incredible roppongi hills theatre. About an hour before showtime on a 3-day weekend, so we got stuck in the middle of the second row. Luckily the seats recline and are fully padded, so there wasn't much neck crampage, but I kept spilling my caramel popcorn all over myself. Oh yeah, the movie is, in a word, incredible. If you haven't seen it yet you are either a moron, or my dad.*
We did some shopping in Roppongi Hills, having finally found the cool knife block that Hiroko wanted, and then bought a travel book on Bhutan before heading home. TV show about sushi motivated us to do so for dinner, and I felt like such a pawn of the marketing industry. But damn I do love sushi.
* My dad is famous for only going to the theatre to see horrible movies. My childhood traumas include being taken to see After Hours and The Tempest. Well okay he did also take me to see Raise the Titanic and Monty Python Live at the Hollywood Bowl, too, so it wasn't all bad. But still, I was ten years old when I was forced to sit through The Tempest. If that's not child abuse, I dunno what is.
But then again I distinctly remember the first time I ever saw him sit down to watch something in English (aka not a French art flick in black & white, and watching women's figure skating doesn't count either) on tv: It was when we lived in LA, and I was in junior high school, so let's call it 1987. He double-checked the cable schedule before sitting down to watch...Starwars. He waited ten years for it to come on cable before he watched it. Ten. Years.
We did some shopping in Roppongi Hills, having finally found the cool knife block that Hiroko wanted, and then bought a travel book on Bhutan before heading home. TV show about sushi motivated us to do so for dinner, and I felt like such a pawn of the marketing industry. But damn I do love sushi.
* My dad is famous for only going to the theatre to see horrible movies. My childhood traumas include being taken to see After Hours and The Tempest. Well okay he did also take me to see Raise the Titanic and Monty Python Live at the Hollywood Bowl, too, so it wasn't all bad. But still, I was ten years old when I was forced to sit through The Tempest. If that's not child abuse, I dunno what is.
But then again I distinctly remember the first time I ever saw him sit down to watch something in English (aka not a French art flick in black & white, and watching women's figure skating doesn't count either) on tv: It was when we lived in LA, and I was in junior high school, so let's call it 1987. He double-checked the cable schedule before sitting down to watch...Starwars. He waited ten years for it to come on cable before he watched it. Ten. Years.
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