- Last night I finally watched the premiere plus a couple episodes online of I Survived a Japanese Game Show, and I loved it! It reminded me of every game show I used to sit and watch in complete awe when I was in Japan with almost no English programming (what I did get was funny; I'll tell you about it sometime), but this was a little more tame. Still the giant fan, ice water, people dressed up all kinds of crazy - Wikipedia gives some recaps - yep, that's the staple diet of these shows. Then seeing places in Tokyo like Shibuya (yes, Shibuya in particular, for so very many sentimental reasons), Tokyo Bay, Tokyo Tower and Rainbow Bridge couldn't help but stir a million natsukashii memories and make me
batshit insanelya little homesick. I have no idea why some of the Japanese writing for the opening is cut off so that the word "game" is reduced to just half the word or why the (not real) game show's name is written as 本気で/honkide while pronouncing it マジで/majide (similar meaning = seriously?!), but it is still fun, and it's great to know that my comprehension of Japanese game show speak is still very much intact, even if I can't find a job doing something "Japan-related" as I was so convinced I'd find leaving Japan 10 years ago.
- This one is a girl thing, so the boys might not really want to look. Sorry, dudes. Really. Look away. OK, you've been warned. I'm not a hippie save the planet type at all (though some of you I do love), and I totally get it that this is not for everyone - to each her own - no skin off my
snatchnose if you hate even the mere thought of it, but I've totally converted to the DivaCup and will not be looking back. I found mine at Whole Foods for $30 (a place where I otherwise refuse to shop because they are already high on something organic and natural when they break out that pricing gun). No more cabinets full of girl products that either feel like a diaper or slip to an uncomfortable position within an hour and make my parts feel like the Sahara (desert, not casino). There is a definite learning curve for some folks (I'm one of those some folks), and my curve involved much pain and much fear of getting my cervix sucked completely out of its containing bits against my will, sheer and utter panic, thoughts of how I could get to the ER for removal, what I'd say to 911, promising myself never to put this thing up there again and a whole bunch of other stuff before I took a deep breath, relaxed, managed to get it out, waited another month while I did some reading on the Great Omniscient Onlines (see here for 10 Reasons, here for different folds to avoid the experience I had with insertion - origami fold works for me, and here for an excellent forum) . Then I gave it another go, and I *love* my DivaCup. 12 hours of leaving it be truly without even feeling that it's there and zero leaking. I could go on and on, but you know how shy I am in public. Email me if you want to know more.
- Hmm. Now it's three bits. I can think of a few ways that the (unused, of course, please know that I'm thinking of unused) DivaCup could be incorporated into something as completely nutty as a Japanese game show. With the measurements and all, some people already say it's kind of like a foldable and portable shot glass (I'm not making that up any more than I could make up have the crazy stuff that I've seen on the Japanese game shows. Google it. You'll see.).
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Today is smoke-free day 409, and I have two completely unrelated bits that must be discussed immediately and, therefore, in the same post.