11th of Jun, 2007ce* in: diary
Went to see 300 on saturday afternoon. Slightly gory and over the top but interesting and dark film. Really good art direction.
So we came out of the theatre (it’s the first day of screening) at roppongi hills and went for a coffee at tullys (next to banana republic).
Who was sitting right in front of us? Only the main actor from 300… Gerard Butler.
The girlfriend and I looked at him for ages, umming and arrring to if it really is him, because he did look slightly fatter and had no beard.
Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and went over to talk to him. It was him. He humored me a bit as to his identity but was indeed humble and down to earth. We shook hands and got the hell out of there. Then spent the rest of the day in awe and shock.
13th of Mar, 2007ce* in: diary
I managed to fall of my bike yesterday evening, after colliding with a post.
My left foot, both wrists and my chin (!) are a bit worse for ware. I actually landed on my chin and hands when my foot got trapped by one of these ridiculous metal bollards on the street near me. Lucky I didn’t land on my teeth, like a friend of mine once experienced.
Irony is, I can’t walk on my foot at all, but riding my bike is no problem!
Took a trip down to Ikea in Yokohama today, and to my surprise they use HP display computers!
Way back in November 2004 I bought myself a HP laptop, only for it to fry it’s self some 14 months later ( Buy / I lost a year of diary entries so the Fry moan is gone)
So while traversing the maze of Ikea, doing my best not to get annoyed by the hordes of happy love birds, my earlier Ikea post came to mind. In that entry I mulled over the idea that maybe it would make sense for Ikea and Apple Inc to team up, selling iMacs from Ikea. Looks like HP have got in on the act!
However the irony of my tale is this; The HP display model they used is the very same one that failed on me, plus thousands of other un-happy zd7000 owners. Which, more amazingly, is not sold or serviced by HP Japan!
When my HP went “kaput!” back in February 2006, I tried my hardest to get it fixed here in Japan, HP told me that this model is unsupported outside of the European and North American territories. I guess all those cases in Ikea are from the returns they had, because the laptop was seriously flawed in it’s design, as recently admitted by HP. I eventually sold mine on Ebay to a computer repair shop for a 1/3rd of the new price.
In Japan it was interesting to see “european” rooms mocked up.
Felt a bit like Sarah in Labyrinth when she returns to her fake home.
20th of Feb, 2007ce* in: diary, ideas
I live out here in Tokyo, and despite what you might imagine, it is very hard to get ahold of homebrew kit out here. There are some dodgy shops here and there, but often they are geeky and un-comunicative about what they sell due to legal reasons.
So, out for a walk trying to find a dreamcast with my friend in Akihabara last weekend, I spotted a shelf full of NDS “stuff”.
I enquired to the geeks behind the counter about what hardware I need but they told me that they cannot give me any information about how it all works! They even told me that even if I do buy any of the kit I can’t take it back or have a receipt!
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29th of Jan, 2007ce* in: diary
Got invited to a “pimp’s & ho’s” party this Saturday, in some blokes apartment in Roppongi (Tokyo).
Lots of pimp’s, not so many ho’s. Unfortunately. I think with the Japanese dress code you see around Shibuya and Roppongi, most girls look close to the western image of ho’s anyway, thusly a failure to understand was apparent. So we ended up in a party with many evening dress ladies, standing amongst men in chest hair wigs and gold chains / rings / shades.
15th of Jan, 2007ce* in: diary
Spent the whole day art directing in Jingu today on a shoot for the Salon Boutique Spring / Summer collection. Model was from Germany.
We interviewed the models a few day previously, it’s was a strange “cinderella” ordeal, as the models needed to fit into a size 25 shoe! (Japanese shoe size is in centimeters) Only 3 of the 11 or so models made it, goodness knows how these bounding amazonian gazelles were going to make a size 25. The zoo keepers scuttled them off as swiftly as they scuttled in.
The photographer put some of the shots up on his site, eventually they will be incorporated into my illustrations, in a similar way to the Autumn and Winter shoot we did for the same client.
11th of Jan, 2007ce* in: diary
Myself and a guy called Jack went to a secret after show gig at the Ruby Room here in Shibuya, Tokyo. From 2400hrs.
Totally un-publicised, they didn’t play anything of their own, was fun!
11th of Dec, 2006ce* in: diary
Santa bought me a new coat. Not that there was anything wrong with my old one, except for a few holes here and there, it kept me warm and that was the main thing. Apparently it wasn’t good enough to be seen in, and thusly a new one must be purchased. The old one was referred to as the “sleeping bag” by my previous co-workers. Indeed, it could be used as a sleeping bag. This one is made from real coyote… cheers mate!
Looks like I won’t get much use out of it this week. Although Japan is entering the insanely cold season where pesky Russia blows down upon us, I’ll be tucked up in the office 24/7 with projects.
I hope it snows again this year.

21st of Nov, 2006ce* in: diary
Often, I get junk mail, as we all do. Thankfully it’s not to my main email address, but it still lands in my junk mail box anyway. Cleverly, the senders of this junk mail try to fool junk mail filters by writing scripts to cut certain phrases from random text documents, then the email filters think it’s a real message. I’m not sure of the actual purpose of the junk mail that gets sent to me, as it’s just random text.
Today I noticed a kind of poetry or random story type quality to the junk mail though. Who knows, maybe these are the un-intelligent whitterings of a bored server, or 21st century throw away literature? Here is an automated story I have entitled “Gum”, I have only deleted lines from the original junkmail:
time for a change, so I got a coconut cut.
