I cleaned out my cell phone and discovered that I had two blurry, unfortunate pictures of the gaggle of Japanese girls who had descended on Westlake Center a couple of weeks ago. It's like sightings of bigfoot:
Oct. 24th, 2009
The other day, Omaha, Kouryou-chan and I went minature golfing at the local Phamily Phun Scenter (the last isn't so funny, though, 'cause it's right next to a sewage plant and when it runs at night the stench in pretty bad).
On the way out the door from where we bought our putters and balls, we passed by this sign, which leads to a small kiddie park with low-powered rides like a carousel and a toy train set. I don't know about you, but that isn't a terribly convincing smile; it looks like it's holding a very unhappy grin.
Halfway around the minature golf course, there's a carving of Bullwinkle that's just awful. Oddly, the two-dimensional rendering in a photograph removes much of the badness, because the projected relief makes him looks like he has some tragic wasting disease or anorexia or something.
On the way out the door from where we bought our putters and balls, we passed by this sign, which leads to a small kiddie park with low-powered rides like a carousel and a toy train set. I don't know about you, but that isn't a terribly convincing smile; it looks like it's holding a very unhappy grin.



