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General Discussion / Re: Congratulations Oregon!
« on: October 02, 2015, 02:07:57 AM »
Weed is still only legal in less than half the state, unless something's changed and I haven't heard about it (did it?)

Counties with less than 50% support for the legalization were allowed to continue to ban it, or so I heard. But Portland and Eugene have it so that's all that really matters (not really though =/ )

Too bad about the shooting

Spamalot / Re: More Facebook Crazy
« on: October 01, 2015, 06:29:08 PM »

General Discussion / Re: Witcher 3
« on: October 01, 2015, 08:50:24 AM »
That strong an endorsement from GEgg makes me actually curious about playing this game--what system is it for and does having played the previous games matter at all?

Spamalot / Re: Assmunch
« on: October 01, 2015, 08:47:52 AM »
Looks to me like dude is going for the v but had to take the chance of nose-to-ass because they were in a shitty position for it. Kinda gotta go with the flow when you're convincing someone to get down in front of the whole world, I imagine

Spamalot / Re: More Facebook Crazy
« on: October 01, 2015, 08:37:11 AM »
I dunno if it's just my shitty internet or if she's got her tagged shit blocked in your album but I get as far as the ryu picture in that album and then endless load-screen

Honestly as fucking ridiculous as that type of shit can get some of my favorite people to hang out with are out there like that--usually not overbearing face-to-face in the way they can be on the internet.

Otoh dude in OP would definitely be fucking obnoxious

General Discussion / TIL
« on: September 30, 2015, 09:32:45 PM »
that Fry's dog on Futurama was based on a real dog, Hachikou, who waited in front of Shibuya station in Tokyo for 9 years for his dead owner to return from work, before dying himself.ō

There're statues of him in front of the station now.

Anyone want some of these onions when I'm done cutting them?

Spamalot / Re: More Facebook Crazy
« on: September 30, 2015, 09:11:24 PM »
Reads like the result of too much acid--half the shit she says is incomprehensible

As distinct from Pallanun's guy, whose insanity is totally scrutable and probably just the result of too much moontanning on the wrong parts of the internet

General Discussion / Re: RL Pic Post - 2015 Version
« on: September 30, 2015, 10:24:29 AM »
This is the only good picture of me taken all year

General Discussion / Re: Boob size ?s
« on: September 30, 2015, 04:14:53 AM »
Last Male Heir To Bloodline Watches Movie Alone On Laptop

Brandten, the end result of his bloodline's stunning and unlikely survival, watches a movie.

CULVER CITY, CA—Nathan Brandten, the last remaining male heir to a rich genetic lineage stretching dozens of generations into the dim and distant past, watched a movie alone on his laptop late Friday evening, sources reported.

Brandten, 32, the final product of a dwindling bloodline that his proud forebears fought relentlessly to advance even before the dawn of history, decided to spend his free time after work watching the 1989 Tom Hanks comedy film The 'Burbs.

"I think I'll just stay in tonight," said Brandten, whose scared and frostbitten ancestors traversed the icy Bering Strait into a bewildering and perilous new world so that his precious genetic material might one day flourish. "Thank God for Netflix streaming."

"I remember Hanks being pretty funny in this," continued the man whose storied surname will very likely end with him. "You got to love his early stuff."

According to the descendant of Bronze Age Nordic boatmen who sailed fearlessly across the North Sea in a tireless quest for self- preservation, he was initially torn between watching The 'Burbs and the 1995 showbiz farce Get Shorty.

However, after remembering that he had actually watched Get Shorty fairly recently, the man who has thus far failed to extend the survival of his ancestry—a heritage that miraculously spans unbroken across 200,000 years of human strife and perseverance—decided to watch The 'Burbs instead.

"The mixture of slapstick and gothic horror parody actually holds up surprisingly well," said the only child and sole remaining link to the Germanic serfs whose blood still courses through his veins. "You can tell [actor Bruce] Dern probably had a ball making this, too."

While claiming that watching a film in solitude without any female to fulfill his male biological imperative was a "pretty nice night," Brandten was momentarily deterred when his Internet connection slowed down significantly for a period of almost 10 minutes.

"This thing is buffering at a crawl tonight," said Brandten, whose 19th-century namesake Nathaniel Lee Brandten once led his kin across barren wilderness in a tragic half-decade trek from Boston to the Pacific Northwest. "I'm not even watching it in full-screen mode. Why is it so slow?"

"And you'd think a movie like this would be available in HD, too," added the great-great-grandson of wounded World War I flying ace Wilbur Brandten, who vowed to make it home from the war alive no matter what the cost so he could pass on the Brandten family name. "Not sure what that's all about."

The direct result of several million years of evolution in which tree-dwelling primates moved to the land and began walking upright in order to take advantage of available resources told reporters he had not seen the film since his childhood, when he watched it frequently, and added that he "really enjoyed" the scene where Tom Hanks ate the sardines.

The last relative of countless mammalian and non-mammalian animals forced to kill other members of their own species just to ensure their genetic survival also cited the scene where Rick Ducommun's character accidentally gets electrocuted as his "favorite."

After finishing the movie, Brandten, who has been single since 2007, rummaged through his refrigerator for an aluminum tray of leftover Mexican takeout food, consumed a half-eaten enchilada in near darkness, and made his way to bed.

"Man, I am exhausted," said the collection of specialized eukaryotic and symbiotic prokaryotic cells that have evolved over eons, giving rise to a complex, sentient organism capable of surviving and reproducing in even the harshest of environments. "Glad I took it easy tonight."

Spamalot / Re: More Facebook Crazy
« on: September 30, 2015, 12:07:08 AM »

Spamalot / Re: The lovechild of Skars and Luxberry
« on: September 29, 2015, 08:39:39 PM »
Good story, haha

General Discussion / Re: Comments for RL Pic Posts - 2015 Thread
« on: September 29, 2015, 09:32:04 AM »
Damn it's october and we're on page one of the rl pic thread and only page two of comments.

General Discussion / Re: Boob size ?s
« on: September 29, 2015, 09:30:06 AM »
there's a new dragon ball now bro

real fans talk about dragon ball super

it's super

That's not a real still from the new show is it? That looks like it was drawn by a middle-schooler

Who gives a fuck about 2061 lol

General Discussion / Re: An especially interesting vsauce
« on: September 28, 2015, 12:29:12 AM »
I agree, Jong. It's not so much the gesticulation in particular as it is the random cuts where he pops up from the bottom of the screen even though he's in the middle of a sentence, though, for me. I just can't take my mind off imagining him in the process of filming, standing alone in front of a camera, saying half a sentence, ducking down below the camera line, standing back up and then editing out the in-between frames later.

General Discussion / Re: An especially interesting vsauce
« on: September 26, 2015, 10:30:47 PM »

Spamalot / Re: Hitchhiking to Osaka
« on: September 26, 2015, 01:27:24 AM »
Also Aro I hope you get the chance for a similar adventure. I wonder if there aren't some places in SE asia where you could do the type of work I'm doing without needing to get a degree first. You wouldn't make as much in those places but the living is so much cheaper I'm sure you'd be able to save.

Spamalot / Re: Hitchhiking to Osaka
« on: September 26, 2015, 01:24:04 AM »
you and i against the world AD

i picked up a hitchhiker day before yesterday in honor of you. He was an old weed smelling white guy, probably 55 hitchhiking to Palmer to go to work at this local carrot farmer. We didn't talk much after I decided he was safe.

Yeah I've picked up some hitchhikers in my day--and a few times people who weren't hitching but were walking an obviously long way in the rain, back when I was a pizza driver--and the eventual silence is a surprisingly common thread in those experiences.

General Discussion / Re: An especially interesting vsauce
« on: September 25, 2015, 04:50:18 AM »
Kinda like benford's law but with word frequency in every language instead of digit frequency in naturally occurring number lists

Spamalot / Re: Hitchhiking to Osaka
« on: September 25, 2015, 02:53:00 AM »
Glad ya'll enjoyed it. It was a fucking blast, overall, although a little rough by the end of the hitchhiking--totally worth it.

I was always curious about hitchhiking, Agrul--one of those long-shot bucket list things I was starting to think I was too old to have a shot at. But it's a lot safer here, I think, and not illegal anywhere, so I figured fuck it.

I almost didn't go, since my vacation was clipped from 9 days to 5 days because of some students getting into the prefectural bracket in the national English speech tournament. I was gonna postpone until the next long break, until I realized that that was Winter break and that it would be fucking freezing and not at all viable then. So I started packing at like 10PM on Friday night before leaving Saturday morning.

Spamalot / Re: Hitchhiking to Osaka
« on: September 25, 2015, 02:48:41 AM »
Only the first half of this was written into the actual journal, and by the end of that portion the handwriting was so bad I had to guess what I was trying to say in order to type it up, lol.

Day 3: Last night after writing I decided to give a shot to getting all the way to Osaka now that I was ostensibly past the bulk of traffic. Around 11:30 I realized no one would possibly be headed that way and went to sleep. I slept on the tiers of an open-air amphitheateresque structure behind the Ferris wheel for a while, then decided I didn’t care enough about other people to *not* sleep indoors with the vending machines—on the floor in the corner.

I slept until about 6 and, upon waking, quickly realized I’d lost my Osaka sign somehow. I walked around for maybe an hour—fucking well and truly exhausted—before I found it gave up and used the very last of my paper (just enough!) to make a Kyoto sign, since Kyoto is a little closer.

It took a little while but eventually I was picked up by
Driver: Tsubasa. He and his friend were actually going to Osaka but couldn’t take me all the way there for some reason I couldn’t quite work out. I think they were detouring first. When they dropped me off it was at a way station that wasn’t quite on the way to Osaka from where we’d come from (but was still closer to Osaka than the last service station that was on the direct route).

Tsubasa and his friend were younger guys—my age give or take, I think. They were really energetic and impressed with pretty much everything I said. He said “すごい (sugoi—awesome) after pretty much every answer I gave to something either of them asked me, but he said it like “すげ〜 (sugehhhh)” which is something I’d heard a lot in anime and read in manga but not actually heard a real person say before. Tsubasa asked me if I liked any anime, and I pointed out his watch (purple and neon green) and asked if it was an Eva watch. He was impressed again and said that it was not, but that he’d bought it because it looked like it was. Then he asked me if I liked Dragon Ball, and I said that I loved it and that it was my favorite as a child, so he reached in the glove box and gave me a one-star dragon ball bouncey ball from a vending machine and said it was a gift. I fucking loved these guys.

The place they dropped me turned out to fucking suck, though. Like I said, it was a ways out of the way from the direct line to either Kyoto or Osaka. There were signs for both leading out of the service station parking lot, but this particular station was south of the junction that separates the west-bound freeway from a north-south one, and the way it was placed, most people coming from the south would not have been heading to Osaka (they’d’ve taken a different west-bound freeway further south) and the people coming from the North and headed for Osaka would’ve turned off at the junction a few miles north.

After like 4 hours of standing around completely fruitlessly and getting funny looks from most of the passers-by, I was really considering walking an hour or so to the nearest train station and training it back to Nagoya and from there, the rest of the way to Kyoto. BUT, my iphone was also dying, and I’d need that map, because much of the walk would be through the middle of fucking nowhere, by the look of it.

I clandestinely jacked my phone into a plug behind a vending machine and stood blocking the sight of it while pretending to drink a very tiny can of coffee and look at a pamphlet—for an hour. Japan’s keeping-you-from-using-their-electricity game is seriously on-point. I was lucky there was even an outlet anywhere outside the restricted areas like behind the register counters, etc, but it was an older station.

When my phone was charged enough, I decided to give it another go for a while down by the on-ramp. Still nothing. After another hour, though, a lucky break: a monumental traffic jam on the freeway. This allowed me to go stand behind the guard rail where the way-station ramp met the actual freeway and hold my sign where it could actually be seen, and in traffic conditions that would allow people on the freeway to safely stop.

It worked within minutes.

Driver: Ueno-sensei. An elementary school vice-principal. He and his wife were on their way to Kyoto because she was born there. We made great conversation. I asked her to tell me some interesting spots that the tourists don’t tend to know about, but she couldn’t really think of any. They asked what I wanted to do in Kyoto and I—who, honestly, was more interested in Osaka than Kyoto, but fuck it, I was planning to hit both anyway—spouted out the first thing I could think of: Kinjo-Jo; an old castle from the Edo era that I’d visited last time I’d spent a day in Kyoto but which at that time had been closed (just the interior) for construction. They went well out of their way to drive me there. Shortly before we arrived, Ueno wrote his number on the back of an envelope and told me I could call him and come stay in their small house if all the hotels were still booked. Regrettably, I forgot this in the car. I didn’t need the accommodation, it turned out, but I felt bad that they would eventually see it and maybe think I’d just flat out rejected the offer or something.

When we arrived at the castle I had to hurry out of the car because we were sort of stopping traffic. I kinda just wanted to catch a lift to Osaka at this point because I was so fucking tired but I bought a ticket into the castle grounds anyway so they wouldn’t see me walking directly away from where I told them I’d wanted to go after they dropped me off. I’m glad I did—the interior of the castle is pretty fucking cool to see. It’s kinda plain, in typical Japanese fashion, but it’s crazy to stand in there and think about it being full of shoguns and imperial heralds and shit a few hundred years back. The doorway overheads are all really low, haha.

So anyway, I made it to Kansai. Since the plan was always to see Kyoto, Nara and Osaka—although not in that order, as I hadn’t thought about their relative proximity to Yamagata—this concluded my hitchhiking. I tooled around in Kyoto for a while before heading over to Osaka and booking a capsule hotel in Umeda.

The time in Osaka and Nara was terrific, too, but I’m sure you’re sick of reading this by now, so maybe another time.

Spamalot / Re: Hitchhiking to Osaka
« on: September 25, 2015, 02:12:32 AM »
A bit late. Transcribed directly from my travel journal

Day 2 began with a lot of walking.

The walk from the manga café turned out to be about twice as long—two hours—as I’d expected because the freeway turned out to be elevated where I thought it intersected 119. The intersection was actually an underpass.

When I did get to the on-ramp, I waited about two hours (?) before a car came. I decided to try “間までも有難いです!” again, since my sign was now for Tokyo, which was still an hour or more away (with not much in between) and it seems like that did the trick.
Driver: unknown. A couple. The husband said nothing the entire time and seemed maybe a little annoyed. The wife was friendly. She is studying English because she has a new coworker from India and her employer is forcing her. They drove me to the way-station in Sano. There’s a big mall there and they had been headed shopping when they spotted me.

At the edge of the lot in Sano a man watched me from his van while his family used the restroom. He seemed intrigued even from that distance, and when his family emerged, sure enough he pulled right up to me from the bathroom building.
Driver: Sadly, also unknown. He told me his name but his accent was thick. He had gold teeth. He and his wife were very friendly. They had two young daughters. The program the kids were watching in the dashboard TV was extremely odd. It seemed to be about two or more rabbits alternatively being locked in a bathroom with eye- and arm-slots in the door, who were also trying to kill each other. There was no dialogue, and the sound-effects from the action on-screen created a percussive music that played throughout. In one particularly odd scene, one rabbit flew through the air in prolonged slow motion, gratuitously-rendered, exposed anus-first toward the other rabbit such that, had the 2nd rabbit not smacked him away at the last second, the first rabbit would have been penetrated by the 2nd. The smacked-away rabbit lands perfectly on the toilet in the bathroom with the slots in the doors and then shits himself to his own obvious great relief before the door locks itself on him.

This family drove me to another service station. Just a few minutes after they departed, a couple who said they had seen me at the previous two stops of mine picked me up.
Driver: again, unknown. An older couple. She was from Ibaraki—the site of the recent typhoon flood disaster, but now they both live in the outskirts of Tokyo (Nippori). They were both talkative and friendly. They had gone to Sano to buy rice that you can apparently only get there, and which they are fond of because of growing up in Ibaraki.

When I arrived in Tokyo, they spent quite a lot of time and effort to locate the Nippori metro station for me. I had no idea where try hitching within Tokyo, but I told them I was headed for Shinjuku just to have an answer for them when they asked (they all seem to feel better if they’re getting you all the way to wherever you’re headed.)

The Nippori line is brand new, and unique in Tokyo in that it’s an elevated monorail. I got on it not knowing where to go just to try it out. Nice views of the city—glad I did it. It connects to the Yamanote line, which is kind of the central loop-line in Tokyo, so that was lucky. I took the train toward an apparent on-ramp in Shibuya that turned out to be a bust. There was an on-ramp there, but it was made up of the middle two lanes of a six-lane highway. On the way to Shibuya, I decided to stop over in Harajuku to try Chiles—a reportedly (and veritably) delicious Mexican restaurant there. Mistake. Harajuku was fucking bananas. It took twenty minutes to get from the train to the front of the station—a whopping 200 yards. By the time I’d found the restaurant through the apocalyptic foot-traffic on the already-labyrinthine sidewalk/alley continuum that is Harajuku, eaten lunch, and waited in line for 45 minutes to get back on the train, it was around 2PM. I’d woken up that day at six and arrived in Tokyo not later than noon. After a lot of walking around Shibuya trying to figure out a better spot than the onramp that had been a bust, I spotted another candidate spot over in a small district called Yoga, near the outskirts of Tokyo where it’s mostly neighborhoods. By then it was 4PM. 10 hours and I’d only come 100 miles since waking up. I hadn’t even *attempted* hitchhiking since arriving in Tokyo.

The spot in Yoga turned out to be perfect. Plenty of traffic, plenty of room to stand. In fact, I spotted a Japanese kid--maybe 20--who was also hitchhiking to Osaka while I was crossing the highway on an overpass. I approached him and advised him to pick a closer location—like Shizuoka—and write that on his sign (this is the same mistake I had been making in Sendai the previous day). He did so. I stood a little ways away so that people wouldn’t think we were together. I myself had decided on Fuji city for my next destination since it’s a little closer and I have a friend in that area.

After a bit, I noticed that, although the spot we’d both chosen allowed us to be seen by traffic boarding the freeway from both directions—and all headed West—it didn’t really give the drivers enough time or room to read our signs and safely pull over. I decided to forgo visibility to traffic coming from the northbound lanes in order to go stand where I could be seen by people coming from the south who were sitting at the traffic light.

Jackpot. It worked within a few minutes. I gave the kid around the corner a thumbs up as we passed. I hope he got where he was going.
Driver: Hara and his family. This family fucking rocked. By the time I got out of Tokyo I was more excited to leave than I had been to arrive. I had been seriously considering busing a short ways out of town just to be somewhere with better prospects for hitching. Id’ve been happy to be dropped at the edge of town. Instead this family took me all the way to Nagoya—some 300+km from Tokyo. The wife spoke great English and was teaching the kids. The husband’s English was solid, too. The wife explained that they both study for work. She’s at a bank and he a phone company with ties to some US internet provider I haven’t heard of. She would prompt the two little—one tiny—girls to ask me questions in English, and I could overhear her explaining things to the older one like what hitchhiking is, and translations of my things I’d said in conversation, etc. We discussed difficult grammar points in English and Japanese, etc. Disney came up a fair bit. The youngest daughter kept saying “I want to go to Disney Land” over and over because it was the only full sentence she could say, I think. At one point, she spontaneously burst out into the alphabet song, but got as far as abcdefg…ihsjl..q… and then trailed off and stared out the window muttering “eigoeigoeigo…” (EnglishEnglishEnglish) to herself for a while. I muttered “kawaii” under my breath because of the overwhelming adorableness of it, which made the whole car laugh.

I gave Hara my business card and told them to contact me in a year or so if his family wants to see Disney Land in California. I genuinely hope they do and that I’m in a spot to put them up for a while if they do.

Hara and his wife had dropped me at a service station a short ways out from Nagoya and suggested trying for the there (Nagoya) next, but the station was packed with cars with Osaka plates and it was only 7:30 (not to mention I was running out giant sign paper), so I made a sign for Osaka. After maybe half an hour, a young guy in a big van pulled up and tried to explain to me why I wouldn’t catch a lift that far from there. I couldn’t tell whether he was also offering me a ride or not, but after a few minutes of awkward fumbling trying to verify that, I just asked him if I could catch a lift flat out.

He was a nice dude—and played some good high school jams on his stereo—but was either less willing or less able to grapple with my broken Japanese, so convo was strange and halting. Eventually we both gave up. I barely had the energy to think anyway. We only went another 80 miles or so but traffic was so immense because of the holiday that it took like 3 hours. It was all I could do—and barely—to keep from passing out on the way. When traffic did clear at times, he drove like a maniac, so that helped jar me awake, but I was legitimately deliriously tired.

We deliberated along the way about which of two service stations—one larger but far from any hotels, the other smaller but nearer to town—it would be better for me to stop at tonight. We decided on the former since all the hotels were likely full anyway.

Now I’m at a station in Nagoya with a huge, brightly lit but tragically closed Ferris wheel. People think it’s odd I’m scribbling this—maybe it’s the comically large marker Ken gave me in Sendai. It’s ~10:30PM but I’m fucking exhausted. 200ish km to go in the morning. Day 2 progress: 450km. Special thanks to the Hara family.

Spamalot / Re: I only know what it's like to be me
« on: September 24, 2015, 11:24:33 AM »
Anxiety: the feeling of the soul/ego/observer wanting to escape the flesh.

It's the foundation of society

Spamalot / Re: Hell's Club
« on: September 23, 2015, 06:32:30 AM »
My god the effort that must've taken

Synth's Book Club / Re: The Structure of Scientific Revolutions
« on: September 22, 2015, 03:00:30 AM »
I also hate typing on my phone

My kingdom for internet access on something with a keyboard

General Discussion / Re: Boob size ?s
« on: September 21, 2015, 11:08:58 PM »
Utumno's big boob/flat butt hypothetical captures my feelings on this matter

Spamalot / Hitchhiking to Osaka
« on: September 19, 2015, 03:29:25 PM »
Day 1:

Picked up in about 2 minutes in Murayama on route 13 just outside the station. Driver: Yoko. 63 year old avid hiker studying English for the first time in order to travel to Switzerland to hike the alps. She took me to her house and fed me coffee and some kind of sweet snack. Took me to Yamadera and insisted on paying my entry and climbed to the temple with me. She suggested heading to Sendai via the train from Yamadera because more people pass along the roads through there. Almost ten minutes after she left me at the station she poked her head back in to give me her phone number. I told her to call me to practice her English some time.

I arrived in Sendai station and wasn't sure where to go. I asked the info booth. Thought at first they told me I needed to backtrack because the only expressway heads back west toward Higashine, but it turns out it turns south almost immediately.

Went to the freeway entry with my Osaka-bound sign. An hour later a man who'd been sort of lurking in my perifery approached me. Ken: A Chinese man who moved to Sendai from Hokkaido 15 years ago. Works as a barker for a Sendai comedy club. Really soft-spoken guy--always covered his mouth with his hand when speaking. He suggested that I might have better luck with a Tokyo sign. Apparently people feel like they have to take you the whole way to wherever you're going if they pick you up.

Changed my sign to Tokyo. Still nothing. After a little while another guy passing on a vespa stopped to talk to me. Keita: a traveler from Hokkaido born in Osaka. He suggested some alternate routes but realized he'd made the same mistake I had about the direction of the freeway out of Sendai. For a while, Keita, Ken and a third guy who was apparently a friend of Keita's all stood around waiting to see if I'd get picked up, and occasionally offering suggestions.

Ken suggested choosing some even closer cities for the sign and gave me a notebook and a marker he had apparently just gone and bought for me with a list of cities, in order, that I should pass through on the way to Tokyo.

I tried adding "どこまでありがたい" ("however far you can take me is appreciated," basically) to the Tokyo sign, but when that still didn't work I changed the sign to Utsunomiya upon Ken's suggestion. Picked up instantly. Driver: Yasushi. He, his wife and their two sons were traveling from Akita. They couldn't get a room in Sendai. The sons were watching One Piece. Yasushi's wife (didn't get her name, sadly) made conversation with me. She also works at a school but speaks no English and insisted she spoke with a very thick Akita accent, although I couldn't detect it.

The One Piece movie ended just as we arrived at a large 24 hour service station in--I think--Fukushima. Adatara was the name of the station, anyway. Yasushi drew me a map of cities to request from this point forward in order to get to Tokyo and then to Osaka. He recommended trying to get dropped at similar all night stations. He gave me his card.

I sat at the end of the station parking lot with the same Utsunomiya sign that had gotten me picked up by Yasushiya in Sendai. Got picked up again a few minutes later. Driver: Kimura. He and his coworker were returning to Utsunomiya from a business trip in Sendai. They were roofers. Ages 24 and 20 respectively. Kimura showed me pictures of his 1 year old daughter. They asked what kind of music I like, and when I replied "rock," they put on Livin' on a Prayer for me. They were more conversational than Yoko or Yakushima's wife had been. Kimura bought me an energy drink at a station along the way--he wouldn't let me pay. When they dropped me off they told me the JR station was about five miles walk straight ahead. They requested a photo together.

Walking to the station (not to take a train but for lack of a better idea since they'd dropped me away from the freeway) I met a group of students doing the NiKoKaiDo--a 140km walk from Nikko (?) to somewhere in Tokyo. They said the road we were walking on--route 119--can be walked the whole way and I could pick up rides there. They suggested an Inn called the Toyoko, but there were no rooms. やっぱり。 (no surprise.) After leaving the Toyoko I went to a neighboring restaurant on the recommendation of a passerby who saw me eyeballing a cafe across the street. The food was great but the three people working there were all kinda dicks and it turned out to be kinda pricey.

I walked from there back to the road where I'd been walking with the NiKoKaiDo kids and continued in the direction of the station. Upon passing through the station I realized that the 119 had turned southward at an intersection quite a ways back. Turned out it had been the road the Toyoko Inn was on. An hour of walking wasted.

I walked back past the Toyoko a ways and crashed in a small park for two hours. Woke up and kept walking another hour or so and came across this internet cafe where I'm gonna crash until sun-up (a real keyboard, hurray). It's 4:30am. Should hit Tokyo by morning. Progress from there ought to be faster since I won't squander several hours with signs for too-distant destinations like I did today. Hopefully Osaka by tomorrow night.

Day 1 progress: 313km.

General Discussion / Re: Flip mode
« on: September 18, 2015, 05:11:18 PM »

This is what I was thinking

Me too

Funny how that intro is so memorable despite (as a result of?) making no fucking sense

I still love that video though

General Discussion / An especially interesting vsauce
« on: September 18, 2015, 11:58:26 AM »

I will crack this mystery

I guess I was vaguely aware of that--if you've said "watch netflix and chill" instead of "chillin and netflix" I might've saved myself some embarrassment Here today


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