A Ninja I Am Not

Monster is a much bigger mess than I thought it would be. It can be fixed, but it's going to be more time-consuming than I thought. For one, I realized I was Frankensteining two stories together. It's not all crap, but there's a lot of it. I have to make it scary again, before it turns into whatever the fuck I was writing yesterday.

In other news, I have been going over my pictures of Japan and realized how much I like the pictures where people catch me.



This is one of my favorites. For one, the young men are very very attractive. In addition, I really like the look on the face of the one who saw me. I can only define it as bemusement. That is one of the great things about Japan: they tolerate tourists like gentlemen (or ladies, as the case may be). I have seen Rockabillies in Yoyogi Park put up with people, whose asses they could easily kick, treating them like inanimate objects.

"Hey honey, come take a picture of me next to this statue!"

"I think it's alive. It's breathing."

"Just take the picture. We still have to find a McDonalds."



You go on ahead. They'll keep your wife company.