I was reading Franz Ferdinand’s blog in which he talked about going to Tokyo.
I wanna go to Ninja restaurant!
"Last night, after we dropped our bags off at the hotel, we went out for something to eat. The restaurant was called Ninja and it wasn't just a restaurant. It was a themed adventure. When I walked in, the girl at the bookings desk brusquely ordered me back outside. "Your Ninja not ready yet! Outside!" I stood sheepishly in the street with the others, feeling the perspiration grow across my skin, watching the blocks of lucky salt by the doorway dissolve in the warm mist. "Hai! Come now! Ninja Ready!" We clattered back down the stairs. "Ninja! Ninja!" she cried, then clapped her hands twice. Another girl burst from a secret door into a forward roll in front of us. She was dressed in black with a scarf around her head. She wasn't an out of work actress, she was a Ninja. "Follow me! Watch head!" We followed her through another secret door into a dark passage. It was lit with a low green light. We stopped by an artificial fountain built into the wall, with plastic plants surrounding it. "This Ninja Shrine!" We murmured appropriate awe and agreement. It reminded me of the boat trip you can go on in Blackpool, where you go for a journey around the world, seeing what a guy from Blackpool's idea of Egypt and Africa is. "Watch head!" We followed her further along the dark passage, abruptly stopping by two windows with bars over them. We looked through and could see more plastic plants and fake rocks. "This Ninja Nest!" We murmured appropriate awe and agreement. "Watch head!" We followed her still further down the passage. We turned a corner. The Ninja's face creased in dismay. "Oh no! Not ready! Go back!" We shuffled back round the corner. The Ninja disappeared. Then reappeared. "Right! Come now!!" We shuffled after her. "Oh No! What happened?" I wasn't sure. She was pointing at the floor in front of us. There was now a sheet of perspex over some more fake rocks and plastic plants, Swith dry ice curling between them. "Oh no! How we get cross?" We murmured appropriate anxiety and perplexion. "It's OK! I'm Ninja! Hai!!" She clapped twice and a draw bridge suddenly fell down, allowing us to cross the thick perspex in safety, into the restaurant beyond."
Stare at the center of the circle for a while. Weird.
(I didn’t make this.)
Sounds like there was a
that turned into a giant gang brawl where I went to highschool.
I don’t remember gangs being that bad when I went there. Of course, I was so socially inept,
I probably wouldn’t have noticed. I wonder how many kids get taken out of public school
over gang stupidity like this.
Ferocious winds this morning. The hot air balloons didn’t go up, of course. Vanessa’s
brother and family are visiting, so Sean gets to see his cousin.
After buying Windows XP and a 160 GB hard drive for it, only now do I figure out the living room
computer is too slow to play DVDs or some mpegs. I’d have thought a 900 MHz Athlon is fast enough
so I don’t know what the deal is. The video stutters and is slow. Wonder if it’s
just some motherboard driver issues or something. Kiernan pointed
me to a possible replacement
for the entire computer. 280 for a 1.8 GHz with 512 MB mem. Tempting. Hmm, never
bought anything from IBM before.