Silent Hill Arcade!!!
The nightmare never ends if you run away!
Anime CPR
Shinjuku Station. People stand in lines marked on the ground. When the train comes, they stand OUT OF THE WAY of people stepping out; the lines form an alley for those coming off to exit out of. :O :O :O Also the trains make adorable chimey tunes to indicate which station they're at, and it makes me happy.
Two "We're Too Big For This" photos:
Cardcrusher! (this thing is for dispensing of the plastic bubbles from toy... er... dispensers)
Cool stuff:
Which brings me to the subject of the homeless people here. They're not like the hobos in America. They're quiet and polite, don't bother you or beg. None that we've met thus far, have begged anyone for money or food. They just sit quietly on their cardboard bed, stink, and read mangas nicely to themselves. We passed one old fellow who was shuffling down the block (smiling politely at us), when we saw his back, we were astounded at the length of his hair. His matted dredlock-chunks of hair went down past his knee. We figured he'd been homeless more than 30 years. o_o I can't even imagine that. Some have very long nails and very dark skin from being outside all day, all night. It's weird that they have a sense of dignity and quietness about them. I feel terrible that I feel bad for them, and not American hobos. :(
uh... this got serious.
Also: HOLY CRAP WHY AM I EATING SO MANY KIT-KATS?

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