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Don’t forget to taste the future ! For i’m off to taste my pasta (and i won’t wait till 2010 to eat it).

The text link says: Real Japan. I mouse-over it and see neo-tokyo.com. Uh i screamed, one more trendy clich? !
But i was wrong and i’m happy to visit it.
Wait, it’s not “the real Japan” yet, but it’s the only interesting japanese pop culture magazine i ever found online.

Of course, there’s the mega-clich?: a japanese girl’s face, looking from downwards, half of the face is visible. (i dare anyone to tell me how this can be original)
But inside is no clich?, the articles are GOOD and when they talk about japanese music, it’s not a lie, they don’t just lead you to the usual “JPOP DOWNLOAD SITES TOP 20″.
(although i wonder why they write “Ropungi” instead of the usual spelling “Roppongi”, but maybe these are just different places with the same focus on pop/techno)

The Valentine’s day article takes its time to explain how the people celebrate it there. When you see the big rose on the left you’re thinking “so they buy roses like us, what’s special about it ?”, but doubts are cleared when you read the words: if they had put a chocolate box in lieu of the rose, maybe you wouldn’t have thought this article was about Feb 14th, but about Dec 25th (that is if you didn’t know about the chocolate tradition).

I’m a bit sad that the books’ section deals with a book about anime, though. The article is good, but i thought there’d be an article about a contemporary writer’s new novel (have you read Ry? Murakami ?).
That’s the thing that made me type “not real Japan yet”, the parts of Japan’s culture that can’t be translated in English for the whole world to see.
That’s the thing that makes me tell you: if you want to know “real Japan”, then learn the language…

And “Ganbatte ne” !

Brings me to wish a happy valentine’s day for lovers, and a happy creepy day for singles.
My day’s the first one, but it’s still creepy: rain, stupid cats made water fall on the floor, and they made little craps around the sofa (not on the sofa, thanks).
That’s the first time i’ve seen them do that.
I think it’s NoName. He must have overheard the conversation with my mother: next week he won’t be a male cat anymore.

I’ve yet to read this article about cybersex, i only read the beginning tonight, but it seems pretty interesting. It also contains your obligatory reference to AOL chatrooms (do columnists think there can’t be chatrooms other than AOL’s ?) and your reference to the guilt.
Oh yes i’ve yet to read it.

Audi, i wished you never found this website… I couldn’t really look at my kittens after that, without feeling sorry for those injured.

Not only is my ISP super-lame, forcing me to short sessions of 30 minutes, between 20:00 and 23:00, but wild disconnection also occur at these hours, bringing me down to ridiculous sessions of 10 minutes each. At least i got unlimited session time, out of these 3 hours.

Oh, so anti-webdesign. Lalala… Kokomo…
(found on top of: prank web site)

There’s a new trend in the fascinating world of bulk-mail: spelling filtered words with a space between each letter, so that they don’t get filtered. I got a “pussy” folder in which i redirect all e-mails with “pussy” in the subject, in case one of them isn’t spam. Now this one didn’t get redirected: WET TEEN P U S S Y IS WAITING FOR YOU.. . . .. … . . . 12950.

Oh, F U C K Y O U bulk-mailer.

From: [...]
To: amnihs@yahoo.fr
Subject: FW:Check This Out!

http://intelligentx.svwh.net/taf.html?url=/cgi-bin/translate.pl?cccmideast,email=amnihs@yahoo.fr,name=blah

This afternoon’s schedule: finish translating the untranslated parts of PhpBB, in French (the long FAQ…) ; having someone to help me with translating it all in Corsican (at least the functions, not the FAQ yet).

It’s a book review in Japanese, but who cares, since the English sentences are clear: English as Second F*cking Language.

Got Bud ?

So far i’ve been making an horrible TABLE-monster as a new layout, so i’m gonna spend the evening re-making it from scratch.

Heh, i know an Indonesian weblogger who blogs in the French Underground.

Oh look, i got this pasta in the fridge since last friday. Oh i’m hungry.

I’d like mushrooms…
I’d like fish…
I like… sex.
I like… sex.
I like… sex.
I like…
May i have some razor blades ?

Test this: eat a biscuit (one of the kind that has jam inside), keep the pieces in your mouth and drink some little beer. Interesting results ?

I’ve got a brazilian cousin. Well she’s one of the people with my very rare last name, who reside in Brazil. And we’re not cousins, but since me and her call each other “cousins”, then she’s my cousin.
So, if you’re portuguese of brazilian, this might interest you: Absurdetz da lingua portugese.
Actually the first blog about language, to my knowledge. If you know other blogs of that type, feel free to contact me.

the hate turned to lustful obsession, or “lusbsession” as i called it when i was particularly drunk. i used to have dreams, he’d show up wearing a red speedo, a red speedo and a knowing smile and he shook me all night long. “i love you,” i’d say. “you’ve got mail,” he’d reply. and then he was gone. running, always running away from me. i woke up every night covered in a cold sweat calling out, “i thought you loved me, aol-man! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!

You’ve got fusion.

I know this come a bit too late (only 2 months…), but it sure felt good to bitch slap the USA supreme court.