A collage I made about MOS Burger for a blog I wrote also about MOS Burger. The blog entry follows:
Nippon Beckons
I got a bit starry-eyed and nostalgic over my years in Japan today. I was cleaning out my drafts folder, where I save little things I mean to get back to, and I found an entry from months ago, reminding me to visit and comment on the web site for Mos Burger, a fast food favorite of mine in my Japan years. The thing that evoked the biggest smile was the marketing invitation: “Catch the latest MOS news and charge yourself with joy!!” I am delighted. Purely. If only all the world could know the pleasures of that fabled place. We always talked in high school about the fact that the burgers were mostly soy, and, yes, they don’t really taste EXACTLY like hamburgers, but there was no denying our love for them despite. And washing it all down with a bright green draught of cool melon soda was a stolen bit of heaven in a primarily fish-eating world. I miss it, I miss it, I miss it!Sometimes nostalgia is kind. Like a little vacation in your bedclothes. Other times, it is a cruel reminder of loss and failure and missed opportunities. Fortunately, nostalgia about fast food proprietors is seldom anything but the former. Even when it begets a longing for something oceans out of reach. It’s okay to long for things. It keeps you alive.

A collage I made about MOS Burger for a blog I wrote also about MOS Burger. The blog entry follows:

Nippon Beckons

I got a bit starry-eyed and nostalgic over my years in Japan today. I was cleaning out my drafts folder, where I save little things I mean to get back to, and I found an entry from months ago, reminding me to visit and comment on the web site for Mos Burger, a fast food favorite of mine in my Japan years. The thing that evoked the biggest smile was the marketing invitation: “Catch the latest MOS news and charge yourself with joy!!” I am delighted. Purely. If only all the world could know the pleasures of that fabled place. We always talked in high school about the fact that the burgers were mostly soy, and, yes, they don’t really taste EXACTLY like hamburgers, but there was no denying our love for them despite. And washing it all down with a bright green draught of cool melon soda was a stolen bit of heaven in a primarily fish-eating world. I miss it, I miss it, I miss it!

Sometimes nostalgia is kind. Like a little vacation in your bedclothes. Other times, it is a cruel reminder of loss and failure and missed opportunities. Fortunately, nostalgia about fast food proprietors is seldom anything but the former. Even when it begets a longing for something oceans out of reach. It’s okay to long for things. It keeps you alive.

“a weigh-above-average wardrobe”This advertisement appeared in the September 1948 issue of Calling All Girls Magazine. I was flipping through the issue — one in a stack — and I stopped on this page, read for a few moments, and then laughed and said, “Oh, my god!” before running to the scanner. The text of the ad reads as follows:
“Don’t worry,” comforts your mother. “You’ll thin down in a few years.” But—who wants to waste precious Teen years, just waiting for pounds to melt off? Much smarter and smoother to wear Chubbette fashions, designed to minimize; sized to fit.That there was ever actually a brand of fashions called “Chubbette” is a marvel to me. The caption “Photographs by Zogbaum” is only slightly less amusing.

“a weigh-above-average wardrobe”

This advertisement appeared in the September 1948 issue of Calling All Girls Magazine. I was flipping through the issue — one in a stack — and I stopped on this page, read for a few moments, and then laughed and said, “Oh, my god!” before running to the scanner. The text of the ad reads as follows:


“Don’t worry,” comforts your mother. “You’ll thin down in a few years.” But—who wants to waste precious Teen years, just waiting for pounds to melt off? Much smarter and smoother to wear Chubbette fashions, designed to minimize; sized to fit.

That there was ever actually a brand of fashions called “Chubbette” is a marvel to me. The caption “Photographs by Zogbaum” is only slightly less amusing.


Marriage (n.) In card games, the combination of a King and Queen of the same suit.

Dr. and Mrs. Who

Marriage (n.) In card games, the combination of a King and Queen of the same suit.

Dr. and Mrs. Who

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otlgaming:

GAMING MINIMALISM

Ari Martínez transforms a few favorite franchises into picturesque prints that are as iconic as the games they represent. He not only invoked memories of when Sonic was fun, but I really love the fact that he included the oldie but goodie Carmageddon in the set.

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NO, I’m not okay.     I’m fine.

NO, I’m not okay.     I’m fine.

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eliminatethenegitive:

i-said-kneel-before-me:

cyber-end-dragon:

krill-ex:

spicypeppers:

disturbingsteve:

The floor of a video game store, it is entirely flat

this would fuck me up

im not ok

  #I’D BE WALKING AROUND THE STORE JUST HOLDING ONTO THINGS #PEOPLE LOOKING AT ME FUNNY AND I’M SCREAMING ‘WE’RE GOING DOWN’  

Imagine a drunk person walking in there

jackteagle:

Head of Mazinger Z
Created for the GO NAGAI TRIBUTE: DEVILS & ROBOTS show at Q Pop Shop

jackteagle:

Head of Mazinger Z

Created for the GO NAGAI TRIBUTE: DEVILS & ROBOTS show at Q Pop Shop

This cat knows what’s up.

This cat knows what’s up.

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A 3D food printer prototype could print pizza for astronauts after receiving grant funding from NASA.

Leather Anniversary (A Reprise)

The 3rd Anniversary is the Leather Anniversary. That’s the reason for this post’s title. I found an old post in my blog about the 3rd Anniversary of the Comedy Death Ray Show (now Comedy Bang Bang), for which I produced video coverage for AOL and Network LIVE, although I don’t believe it ever made air. My apologies to all the comedians who signed my useless release forms.

In any case, it contained my musings on why the various anniversaries are associated with their respective materials, and I thought it deserved re-airing.  So here it is, excerpted for your (re)reading pleasure:

I wasn’t sure what to call this entry, so I went and looked up the traditional materials that the various anniversaries are supposed to be celebrated with. So this gets me to thinking. Why would the third anniversary be leather?

The first and second are obvious. Paper for the first because there is very little chance you’ll make it, so don’t invest in anything substantial. If the union fails, you’ll be glad your gifts are water-soluble. And it’s also an opportunity to hand your spouse a document. A photograph of the two of you. A coupon for a free backrub. A no-fault divorce kit.

The second being cotton is equally understandable. Why not celebrate two statistics-defying years together with a fun t-shirt. Maybe one that says, “In it to win it.” Or if things aren’t actually defying statistics so much, a jumbo bag of cotton balls is a thoughtful acknowledgement of the frequent need to absorb mouth blood.

But why leather for number three? Does it really take three years together to get comfortable and honest enough to let your BDSM interests see light? Does the third annum necessitate a lot of motorcycle jockeying? Does this come from a period in history when leather was the only material used in clothing and year three was about the time a couple could finally have done with being perpetually nude? I’m just wondering.

And because I’m thorough, I may as well explain the rest of the traditional gifts. Using Occam’s razor, of course.

4th - Fourth - Fruit/Flowers
By year four, constipation has set in. A gift of fruit and/or flowers — properly ingested — will help smooth the journey into year five.

5th - Fifth - Wood
This is symbolic of the fact that you’ve managed to keep the thing afloat for five impossible years. Also, wooden gifts make for good kindling.

6th - Sixth - Candy/Iron
This is the all-important Flintstones Vitamin anniversary.

7th - Seventh - Wool/Copper
Wool is a great insulator. Copper has powerful conductive properties. Both come in handy, as this year is going to be a cold one.

8th - Eighth - Bronze/Pottery
Bronze and ceramics are representative of the fact that your love life has taken on the appearance of a sculpture garden.

9th - Ninth - Pottery/Willow
Recycle the ceramic gift you bought last year, or get something made of willow, the most emotionally distraught and tormented of trees.

10th - Tenth - Tin/Aluminum
Canned goods contribute nicely to the “fallout shelter” cast your relationship has taken on.

11th - Eleventh - Steel
You live in a cage. Celebrate!

12th - Twelfth - Silk/Linen
The Mongols wore their silk underclothes until they literally rotted off their bodies. That was on or about year twelve.

13th - Thirteenth - Lace
Your marriage is beginning to feel like your grandmother’s house. Therefore doilies — not lingerie — would make the most appropriate gift for this doomed year.

14th - Fourteenth - Ivory
With longevity like this, you are part of a legitimately endangered species. Murder an elephant.

15th - Fifteenth - Crystal
Fifteen years in, it’s not Swarovski you’re shopping for. Tweaker.

20th - Twentieth - China
Apparently at this point, anniversaries are only celebrated every five years. Also, apparently you’ve finally been together long enough to sit down to a meal in your formal dining room. And microwaveable plastic plates would just seem gauche in there.

25th - Twenty-Fifth - Silver
Time to plug the parking meter of connubial bliss! Although the true progenitor of this gift-giving tradition is that photo of a dead Abraham Lincoln with two coins over his eyes. I might have seen that in a scary movie as part of a dream sequence. But apparently, so has everyone else.

30th - Thirtieth - Pearl
Pearls are very rare. You get the analogy. They are also found in seafood. For some reason.

35th - Thirty-Fifth - Coral
This is the year your spouse buys you a scuba-diving vacation in shark-infested waters. As a means of recapturing “the spark.”

40th - Fortieth - Ruby
I’m pretty sure this is just a marketing idea from the Wizard of Oz franchise.

45th - Forty-Fifth - Sapphire
By necessity these days, you drink a lot of gin. Now everyone can buy it for you. In quantity.

50th - Fiftieth - Gold
Only Jews manage to stay together this long.

55th - Fifty-fifth - Emerald
Another ingenious ploy of the Wizard of Oz people, all the more appropriate as this anniversary is as rarely arrived at (and as fictitious) as that storied green city. Your eyes are so milk-colored and cloudy with age, you wouldn’t know if you were getting a gemstone or a Skittle anyway.

60th - Sixtieth - Diamond
By the time you make it to this fabled milestone, one of your mothers is probably dead. That’s when the woman in the couple gets the heirloom wedding ring. And victory.

[To read the entire entry, go here.]

“Be free!”
“No, thanks.”

“Be free!”

“No, thanks.”

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“What’s wrong with this picture?”
porcelain-horse-horselain:

 Not a god damn thing.

“What’s wrong with this picture?”

porcelain-horse-horselain:

 Not a god damn thing.

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Tags: star trek

mouseshouses:

pinup

mouseshouses:

pinup

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It makes me happy that people do things like this together.

shmeards:

gods-nips:

I AM SO FUCKING DONE WITH THIS WEBSITE LIKE I CANNOT.

I’VE BEEN LAUGHING FOR LIKE 5 MINUTES STRAIGHT.

Always reblog

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