I’m going to give you a bit of a filler entry today, and I’ll tell you why. I am currently in the process of upgrading my website to a dynamic system that will allow me to write more frequently, filter out the 15+ spam comments a day in my guestbook, allow commenting on all posts, and learn a little bit more about the crazy world of Pornsville, or as some people call it: the “internet.” Because I grew up with video racing games where the road moved from side to side, as the car—painted on the screen with nail polish—remained stationary, I have a difficult time learning how to manipulate the complex code that acts as the building blocks for all websites. If you would like to see what I am talking about, click “View” in your browser menu and then choose “[Page] Source.” What you see is a “language” that vaguely resembles Klingon, in that it’s impossible to understand… unless you’re a sexless dork. And, LO AND BEHOLD, I think I’m starting to understand it!

Anyway, the process is mind-numbingly slow, but I’ll have you know that I am only using my work hours to do it, meaning that it’s almost like I’m getting paid to do it! I’m not sure how that’s relevant…but there you go. So, for now, I leave you with a picture-filled entry about some random bad English that I’ve taken pictures of with my cell phone. The pure originality of this concept shatters your brain, I know.

The subject of bad English on Japanese clothing and merchandise is, of course, an incredibly overdone subject.