Par for the course

Just in case you were wondering, here's our list,
in no particular order:

"岡山理科大学附属中学校" is thankful** for...

...Tsutaya, Cup Noodle, warm facial hair, no street "open container" restrictions in Japan, rice balls and tonkatsu, downtown rockabilly nite, not sleeping on the floor, air high-fives, chest bumps, parents' basements, region free BD-ROM, Oshio's guitar, The Backstreet Boys, rubber indoor baseballs, Johnny Depp, Gmail, fried chicken on a stick, Converse tracksuits, undisturbed cigarette breaks, eyepatches, Uno hair wax, Brad Pitt, mixi, after-hours shabu shabu, students who deliver on their homework, nomihoudai, tabehoudai, women's volleyball shorts, non-prescription dandruff shampoo, David Beckham, the bento lady, whenever Nagao skips school, clip-on ties, schoolgirls on escalators, reusable chopsticks, and apple juice.




** Most of these were based on smallish "interviews" with people I live and work with. The rest, were just quick-and-dirty assumptions I made based on trite evaluations of their individual personalities.

Weak. Sauce.

Thanksgiving would never fly in Japan for a number of reasons. One in particular being slightly more damning than the rest:

There are no fat people in Japan.

Ok, that's a lie. There are. But the reason for which God smote their metabolism probably has nothing to do with Hardees, Golden Correl, dollar drafts, Hellmann's, or firehouse pancake breakfasts--all reasons that make America kickass. And fat.
So, you can imagine that holding a twice-baked, deep-fried, golden-browned Thanksgiving celebration of gluttony in Japan, would go over about as well as holding the Hounen Matsuri (possibly NSFW if your boss objects to images of exuberant festival-goers carrying a giant wooden dong) in downtown Findlay, Ohio.

Crickets.

And then probably pitchforks and molotov cocktails being hurled at the Hancock County courthouse.

heh heh. "Hancock."

Anyway, back on track.
The problem is not that the people in Findlay cannot appreciate a giant phallus carved from a single cypress tree, the problem is that they're all Republicans.
The same goes for Japan. Which...uh...
I'm actually beginning to feel that a lot of my brilliant comparison has been lost, so I'll just move on. Feel free to take your hand and just cover those last few paragraphs, because I'm not going to delete them for you.

In hindsight, that wasn't at all "back on track."

Anyway, before I started talking about penises and Republicans, all I wanted to say was that Thanksgiving wouldn't work because the Japanese have a little phrase that goes "Hara hachi bu." Basically, it makes them invincible and exempts them from uh...wanting to eat too much. And being fat...or something. You know what? This isn't working. Let's just skip straight to the bottom line, and let this bloated train wreck of an analogy choke on its own sucktitude:

1. Japanese people are not fat.
2. Happy Thanksgiving.

And happy Black Friday too I guess, if you're one of the masochistic, numbskull shopper types.

God, I suck.