花見をしようと言う物なのだ。

Gleetings fliends. I've taken a break from downloading UFO videos off of the internet to enjoy one of the best things that Nippon has to offer: 花見 (meaning: Hanami).

花 (hana) means flower, or "Frower" if you're not into the whole brevity thing. This character also makes appearances in words like Hanabi (fire works). 見 (mi) means to look, see, view or watch. A long time ago, a Japanese Big Brother removed words from the language, so they only have this one word to relay the fact that the rods and cones in their eyes are functioning and are transmitting said data to the brain for processing. That is double prus goo.

Hanami Attempt Part One



I met up with an acquaintance of mine near the Kosugi "river" to do some hanami and have a few sugar-free beers. There were no flowers near us, but you can see that further upstream there were from the fact that there are petals in the "river". Move over Sherlock Holmes. Anyway, a Crane showed up andhung around for a while.

Hanami: The Next Generation

Why get dressed for hanami if you can just stumble out on to your amazingly well-kept lawn and do it in your pajamas? This is a shot from the garden of my private hanami trees. This weekend, I get to watch the proles scramble for spots around the fishing pond while I get to frolic under these trees in my PJs and blast loud music like some kind of party member. Here, you can also see the shed that blew over last year and my amazing picnic table, which uses its magical powers to draw all dead bugs to it.

How do you like that wall I made to keep the masses out? Pretty sweet, eh?



Here is a close-up of a Sakura frower. I took all of these photos with my 1 yen phone, not my $200 digital camera, as one would suspect.









Here is shithead enjoying its new hobby of climbing trees and getting stuck in them. You can just see the road behind her. The foreground is off-limits to proles for hanami as the plants are over grown. I've been doing my civic bit by dumping Steve's used kitty-litter over there too, just in case there is a Japanese person out there who isn't afraid of getting the smallest amount of dirt on their clothes.







Here is a shot I took as I was laying on the ground looking up. Having a few beers under the trees at this time of year makes the experience a bit surreal, especially in the right spot. Almost like a dream, minus the bikini girls and the Stanley Cup. This will probably be the last time for a very long time, if not forever, to enjoy this, so I will. It is crazy to think that in Canuckistan you can marry your father, get free crack pipes and sponge off the government for your whole life, but you can't have a beer under a tree in spring.

Home Coming

In recent news, it seems that a lot of people have caught the spring bug. Champ E is thinking about going back to school and getting some certificates and stuff. Metal M is starting his new job as a Trucker or something. Me, well, I've gotten a lot of possible job leads off of the internet and apparently the job section of the paper back home is as thick as a phone book. I'm looking forward to moving out of Megacity One and into a small, quiet community. A few friends have been whining that I should move to Toronto, home of the once mighty Maple Leafs. Come on. How could I live in a pretend centre of the universe when I have lived in a real one? Compare for yourselves.











Yonge and Dundas: The centre of the centre of the universe.














Shibuya: Just one small part of this centre of the universe