above, the "ladies' first" botique.
Below, just what you think it is:
Interestingly, they are across the street from one another and have similar color schemes. Do you think they had the same graphic designer? "OK, I'll hook you up with an extra logo for FREE but you got to let ME pick the name!"
Below, a famous Japanese vending machine. I'm sure you have seen it before:
below: went to look for a new apartment. This apartment was advertised as having a "SPECIAL MACHINE IN FLOOR!" I couldn't resist checking it out. Most apartments have "Hot water!" or "nice view!" but. . . SPECIAL MACHINE IN FLOOR????
Ok, so first you have to remove the secret trap-door:
then you can see the . . . conveyor belt?!?
Bending over, you can see the THIRTEEN BOXES arranged in a circle. You punch in the number of the box you want, and the machine rotates to that box, plops it in the conveyor belt, and lugs it up to floor level. WTF. How is this better than just having a trapdoor/crawlspace thing with no machine?
I asked the real-estate guy why this thing exists and he didn't know. I assume it's for smuggling. "Odd numbered boxes are heroin, even numbered are guns. . . except for #13. That's the MYSTERY BOX. That one contains the souls of abducted children."
above, yes , it's a book vending machine.
below: You're welcome.
Fun cultural fact: Japanese people don't understand why this is funny until they read the English letters. Even Japanese nerds don't get it until they read the English letters.
Above: some graffitti. Anyone know who this is or why they like to boast about how hard they lurk?
Below: so fucked. Chinese tourists taking pictures at Yasukuni shrine (where the souls of japanese WWII war criminals are kept).
One older Chinese woman in the tour group was like, "SCREW you guys. I'm not going in." She stood on the outskirts for like 4 minutes with her arms crossed. I thought she was pretty right-on.
Below: a sign in an elevator at – you guessed it- a fetish porno shop:
("Please don't spit or cough up snot or phlegm onto the floor here"). I forgot to photograph the sign next to it, which read, ". . . unless you're hot and we can videotape you doing it." Such a DVD would sell for maybe 75 bucks.
Below, perhaps my favorite photo in the whole post:
This is a single panel from some really really really terrible manga. Check the furigana:
DOUBLE YOU TEE EFF?!???
"kauntaa?" "araamu?!?" Who are these fuckin' furigana meant for?
Basically, furigana is the little letters that they put by kanji to help Japanese people pronounce the kanji correctly. But in this case, the furigana are spelling the EQUIVALENT ENGLISH WORD instead of the Japanese word. But they're spelling the english word IN JAPANESE. AAAAAAAAAAAAA.
Below, we return to traditional Engrish photos:
below, a perfectly ordinary cup of yogurt.
But if you take the top off. . .
Over 1,000 words of text! It looks like some Dr. Bonner, schizophrenic shit. Yes, the yogurt is trying to sell me A WEB-CAM. Now, multiply this by EVERY OBJECT IN JAPAN and you have some idea of the advertising overload – what they call 情報汚染 (literally , "information pollution.")
Above: a RAD bike-repair shop on Yasukuni street.
It was closed when I found it, but I assume their business model is like this:
The customer and the owner get in some kind of contest, and depending on who wins,
either the owner has to fix the bike for free, or the customer has to pay the bill without receiving any service whatsoever.
Below: the IMPERIAL SECRETS DETECTIVE AGENCY, spotted by Nate of Waseda Ramen.
I am going to go in tomorrow and ask them, "How much to find out if Akihito wears boxers or briefs?"
Below, a crowded plaque makes haiku out of bar names:
Allright, jerks. Smell you later!11 comments