Chrisonomicon

Thursday, April 4, 2002

Back from lunch with a full stomach, convulsing from massive amounts of raw fish and rice, and a full head, also convulsing from a perpetual chorus of John Mellencamp's "Hurt So Good" that won't seem to stop.

Lunch was a relatively off-the-cuff plan that ended up working out surprisingly well. Brandie and I met Linds and Leif at Jun for sushi, fortunate to make it before the noon rush that oozed in after we sat down. Pen in hand, three heads bowed over the long, paper menu, we ticked off phonetically-translated Japanese names for fish, one-by-one, occasionally stopping to question the translation. I remember feeling rather daring the first time I ever ordered sushi, years ago. Now, I only ever order the same thing.

Brandie and I stopped by Pier One?also known as the Gay Man's Wal-Mart?to do a little post-lunch shopping and take advantage of the mellow, languid state that a full stomach produces, being very conducive to leisurely perusal. My horoscope says to avoid letting my creative side take over purchasing decisions, and I made a point to shop austerely since the urge to buy new furniture and decorations for the apartment is overwhelming, especially when eucalyptus bunches are on sale.

This is probably the greatest thing I have seen on the Internet in a while: Hi-Ho (Japanese Flash advertisement). Does anyone know what they're singing about?