Big In Japan


Egads, the things I’ve seen this week, precious readers! There is not enough space on the internet to accommodate my story, but I will try to meet the challenge.

So you see, America is “big in Japan.” Behold. I believe this image speaks for itself.


Precursor to a Voyage

In anticipation of my impending trip to the mist-shrouded island nation of Japan (as you know, mist-penguin_01shrouded locales are my preference), I was engaging in some routine research on the interweb site net when I came across a truly peculiar thing – a bar/restaurant stocked to the gills with live penguins. And no, the establishment is not occupying the frosty summit of Mount Fuji, nor is it a new fusion venture conceived of by Iron Chef Morimoto. Far from it. In fact, I’m not sure who runs the place. All I can tell at the moment is that the temperature inside the restaurant hovers at room temperature (!). How uncomfortable for our flightless friends. In solidarity, I’ve written a paean to the penguin:

My favorite beast

Besides myself, is surely

my friend the penguin.

Are you from or have you traveled to the mist-shrouded island nation of Japan? Share your tips and cultural suggestions with me @City_Sasquatch or at chetsasquatch@humanoid.net