Back Into The Foreign Country
September 13, 2003
Good evening all you crazy people. We got back around an hour ago and boy are we tired. The second we stepped out of the airport, we felt the 29 degrees that made me shudder in fear. You see, Hokkaido was a cool 18-24 degrees all three days and I loved it. Even the rain was cool and made me think of sweet Vancouver rain as it drenched my t-shirt with a lot of jibbery English on the back.
Our little trip was excellent. I am now sick of seafood and also sick of the pricey bills that were attached. There was a major heartbreak on the trip and I’ll tell you about it in the next update. Also today around 2pm, while strolling around in Sapporo, we saw a big crowd and naturally we ventured to see what was going on. Well as luck would have it, Japanese Prime Minister Junichiro Koizumi was just about to make an appearance and a presentation. We saw the PM dressed in an ugly olive green suit while his compatriots were dressed in smart looking navy blue. He is definitely the most famous person I’ve seen live. I took a lot of pictures but I’ll only be able to see some (this is part of the heartbreak).
A couple of things –
A big DOMO ARIGATOU goes to Dennis for his most excellent updates here while I was out. He has definitely done the page proud and will have to drop in from time to time and write something (you have access now dude). While I was in Hokkaido, I could see my page on my phone but I was only able to read about two or three paragraphs before I get the ever happy, “The size of this page is not supported” warning. Screw Docomo. I had a strong feeling you’d be bringing back Dragon and I was dead on haha. One thing though, Wangmon was never a mascot – he was interviewed by Dragon in the Interviewing Pokemon section or something like that. And Dragon, we all know the mascot now on this page is the little Blogger icon that sits on the bottom left of this page. Anyway, thanks again Dennis!
One more thing –
“JVision to be a great haven for discussing some heavy issues which can affect the world”
I’ve been deviating a lot from this ever since coming to Japan and I feel part of this is because Japan, while a very developed first world country, is very detached and isolated from the rest of the world. I read English news daily but don’t feel the same sort of emotional attachment I did back in Vancouver. I should rant more I guess.
Alright, the woman is waiting for me to feed her, so, seeya.
Guest Update for the Guest Updater
I’m too lazy to write another guest update. But instead of leaving you folks hanging, I found some suitable writers to entertain you before Jerry gets back. So here you are, guest updates for the guest updater. I’m out to enjoy some sun.
Hello, readers of JVision. Hello… Jerry. You might recognize me. Then again, you might not. Because I sure don’t recognize this place. Everything has changed. For the worse, I might add. Jerry, your sense of decor has always been lacking. Blue? And what is this “spoken” nonsense? I sometimes wonder about you, Jerry.
Only sometimes. I don’t think much about you anymore, Jerry. Why should I? I bet you don’t even remember that I existed on JVision, way back in the version 1.x days. Back when I was mascot, we were buddies, and we ran rampant on the page. But then what happened? “One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more / And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.”
Cry me a river! I shed no tears for you. And this is my last hurrah. Since you never even gave me a chance to say my goodbyes on this page, and to my dear devotees. Shame on you Jerry! Shame on you! I’m out.
“So, Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave, oh”
Hello friends. You might remember me as Pokemon borne of Jerry’s feverish imagination. The name’s Wangmon. I don’t have as much of a grudge as the fellow above me, but I would like to express my disappointment at having been ditched as a recurring concept faster than the Pokemon craze could phase out. I felt I had plenty to offer, such as wang-related jokes, potty humour, and political insights. I’m sorry it never happened. Now I languish in my hole in the ground. That warm, moist hole where Wangmons reside. I’m perfectly happy, to be honest. But I thought I’d pull out for a minute or two to say hi and to impart a few words of wisdom:
Jerry, don’t adopt mascots again if you’re not going to keep us. We aren’t puppies. There is no SPCA for web mascots. We are thrown into the recycle bin of history. We aren’t even put down humanely. Our bits are erased, written over with the sweaty groins of Internet porn. Have a heart, Jerry. Don’t adopt any more mascots. They don’t deserve our fate.
