Cool elevator.
MONSTER huge sign of anime gurls.
In the Otaku shopping areas of Japan, it is not uncommon to find entire floors of buildings
dedicated to selling trading cards...like Pokemon cards or whatever. At first I was shocked.
I mean, why? They're just cards. Short of Garbage Pail Kids, I've always thought cards
were pretty lame. But I figured it out for Japan. Not only are they trading cards, but somehow
they link up with these freakin video games!! I don't know how they interact with the games,
but wow, what a brilliant way to rope these poor nerd kids (and adults I'm sure) into buying
more and more and more and more and more. :|
There she is again.
We did find a few airsoft shops, which was pretty cool.
Porn shop with a Yoda and a Jaba. Not sure.
Epic penis drawing.
Likewise.
Super Potato! One glorious thing about Japan, is that they revell in there gaming
history. If you are old school like me and you don't like all the new fangled video
games that take 8 arms and 40 fingers to play, you can hit a place like Super
Potato and rock out to your favorite classic 8 and 16 bit games. Fuk yeah.
Want to go lower than 8? Try a Japanese Vectrex on for size. I had one as a kid, except
it was sold by NEC and not Bandai. Freakin cool.
Linda on a throne of Famicom carts.
Jim pwnzoring at Metal Slug.
Random box with Golgo 13 on it. I want to know what is in side. Secret weapon?
Several.Stories.of.Nerd.Shopping.
Cool concept art for Garo. I need to see this movie.
Man sized Mazinger Z. I want it in my living room, damnit.
I tried hard to find a Dr. Gori fig while I was there. They only had this one set and it was superdeformed.
Sometimes I can hand superdeformed stuff, but typically, I don't like this style. If I could have bought
the little ones separately I would have, but they were only sold as a bonus to this complete Spectreman
set. Looking back, I shoulda just bought it.
There she is again.
Drinking outside our hotel. Sake Highball = puke. :|
OK, the next two shots need explaining. Just about every convenience store in Japan has a public bathroom. This is a godsend for unfortunate people like me with extremely small bladders. I drink, I piss. That simple.
So, this night, we all drank a good amount, and while walking around we had to go. So Tom and I get in line behind this girl waiting for the bathroom. She is waiting in front of us and eating an ice cream popsicle. All of a sudden, its her turn, and what does she do? She turns around to Tom, waiting behind her, smiles and hands him the popsicle to hold for her while she goes to the bathroom. The expression on Tom's face was as such:
And then this photo was taken, but he did not actually lick the girls ice cream on a stick. We both stood there laughing in amazement at this, and then she came out, obviously tipsy, giggled, smiled and took her ice
cream back from Tom, thanked him and carried on. Hilarious. And a perfect example of Japanese society
in a nut shell. Honest, friendly, trusting and excellent.
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