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Domokun died at Target. Hit by a bus and left for dead. Imagine, licensee. I got the Domokun license… Chaching! We’re going to blow it out as fast as possible because our license will expire. It’s as if we’re going to make the Roger Corman Fantastic Four film! So Domokun, the NHK character is now at Target, and exploited just for the Halloween section. Take a look at what came out of this. This is looking terrible. It doesn’t even look like Domo. I wonder if this candy tastes like Cola. If it does, then just maybe it’ll get a pass on candy alone. Look at the mouth. It’s as if Domokun is foaming. It’s eyes look like toasted sesame seeds. Candy Corn? Domo eats candy corn? Tattoo that one on your chest. It’s not a good thing at all. Domo pinata. Bad. Bad. Bad. What happened to 3d? This is two pieces of cardboard, and crappy tissue paper sides. My fart would rip open. Domokun on a broom? It’s way over. Have your own Domo mouth. This is a poor excuse for a product. It looks like someone sat on it. Domokun candy. More candy that looks like Domokun stood outside during a nuclear melt down. A mummy and Frankenstein done Domokun. Who designed this stuff? A misshapen Domokun hangs from the ceiling with an eyepatch, just so you’d think he’s a pirate. This was the only item I thought was cute. Bracelets of candy with Domokun. Someone out there will buy this and that someone will think that Domokun is pretty lame. They’ll think that Target invented this character. It’s also interesting how it’s just Domo. Maybe it’s because it’s almost like the brands, people, and label: Lomo (camera), Homo (the great label), Tomo (a hotel in SF – yea I worked on that), Nomo (Baseball pitcher), and Romo (the QB of the Cowboys).
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I heard a rustle and I heard some scratching sounds. I'm in the middle of deadlines, you know? Just doing my thing. I can hear it go on, and I don't want to get up. I'm in a groove. It keeps going, so it's time to see. Is it a gigantic Possum? I'm seen em and they make a lot of noise, but no, it's a Chinese lady and she's in a very far corner in my neighbor's yard, using a rake to steal MY...
I heard a rustle and I heard some scratching sounds. I’m in the middle of deadlines, you know? Just doing my thing. I can hear it go on, and I don’t want to get up. I’m in a groove. It keeps going, so it’s time to see. Is it a gigantic Possum? I’m seen em and they make a lot of noise, but no, it’s a Chinese lady and she’s in a very far corner in my neighbor’s yard, using a rake to steal MY avocados. She’s probably 50 or 60, I don’t know her name, but she doesn’t live next door, in fact, she came by the other day, and I thought she was my neighbor’s friend, but it turns out, she’s just some random person trespassing very deep in my neighbor’s yard. See the space between the wall and the fence? It’s not large, and she was jammed up in there. So, the result. Harsh Chinese words spewed out by my g/f who tells her that you can’t just bust into a back yard, you can’t steal, you can’t be there… all in Mandarin. If she asked, she would have received, but she chose to steal instead. The woman speaks Cantonese and keeps speaking in Cantonese, but she knows Mandarin and says she won’t be back. I know the appeal of avocados, and I also know thieving and trespassing. My neighbor’s had her bike stolen from her backyard once, and it’s amazing how people feel comfortable to just go back there and take shit. I guess I need to make a Do Not Steal Avocados in Chinese now to add to the English, Japanese, and Spanish.
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That's me and the main man, Takashi Murakami outside of Hishinuma. It has the infamous Michelin rating of two stars. Not bad since not too many get stars period. Two stars means you're pretty good, and this place is decent. Yet it could have been better. I got there early. Not too early, but early enough. The head waiter, perhaps manager could have been cooler. He even ran as if 1) he had a turd...
That’s me and the main man, Takashi Murakami outside of Hishinuma. It has the infamous Michelin rating of two stars. Not bad since not too many get stars period. Two stars means you’re pretty good, and this place is decent. Yet it could have been better. I got there early. Not too early, but early enough. The head waiter, perhaps manager could have been cooler. He even ran as if 1) he had a turd in his pants – yes, I saw him run to the toilet 2) he also for some reason ran with one hand up almost like a raised hand. Maybe he had a turd in his hand instead. 3) Maybe it was because I wasn’t wearing a suit that he didn’t seem to give two shits about me, but in my life, I realize, that clothing means nothing. Look how Takashi’s dressed! Even though that’s probably a couture t-shirt with a inside print, and the shorts are probably high end with silk lining, the sneaks could be Visvim, a casual observer might think he spend $10 on it (and I kid you not, maybe he did). Takashi’s the main man. Always has been. When you really don’t need to care about what others think, then you’re in great shape. He’s probably there in that category, even though I’m sure he cares. He’s an artist. A special celebration with pop star Ken Chu (Zhu Xiaotian) and Takashi Murakami. Who let McCain in? Tofu with uni and a tiny drop of wasabi. The tofu was handmade, with a texture that you’ll never see unless you try this. That’s the menu. It’s long in explanation, but simple in execution. This looks like a mouthful, but really, it’s just a guide. Sorry the pic on this went mad. Under the leaves is fish, some edamame, yuku with ikura, and some vegetables. That’s my sake cup. Can you say Matsutake? Matsutake is not a pitcher on a baseball team, but if you had to buy it, you’d think he is. Anago in a simple sauce with seaweed. Yes, hand me the bags. It’s how I like to go out. The food was decent, and I’m not sure what’s really worthy of two stars in the Michelin guide, but this wasn’t the normal meal. Of course Takashi hooks you up with the best he can, and this is a good call. I’d still pit my mom against the food here.
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