I'm writing this on the eve of my grand odyssey to the Land Where Playstation Comes From. I'm not expecting too much from the trip, really. Sure, it's 20+ hours of travel, but I have it on strong authority that the liquor starts flowing as soon as the plane leaves the ground; lacking all else, I will take strength from that. That would also put me in great shape to meet the guy at the airport in Hiroshima - "Konnisssshiwa, Yagi-sama... e.... hige g-g-g-ga doko ni arun kai?" Okay, suffice to say if you spoke Japanese, that would be really funny. I say I'm not expecting too much, but part of me is sort of hoping for a Grapes of Wrath-style total disaster epic. You know, halfway to Vancouver one of my limbs falls off, then over the Pacific the wings fall off, then in Tokyo my legs fall off, then in Hiroshima my head falls off, but I meet a starving man and I clasp him to my breast and succour him with my milk. And what does this teach us? THE TRIUMPH OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT.
