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Poo paraphernalia

After my race on Sunday, I met up with Jenelle to eat and catch up. She’d just come back from a crazy Asian adventure. I know, I know, I had a fun romp in Japan in June, but when she told me her tales of riding elephants against traffic, bug eating, and mutual urinating with a camel I was kind of envious. Well, if anything, she came bearing gifts. Both? Poo-related.

So the toilet one has a little smiling poo in it. When you lift the lid, the poo squirts water at you. I kind of get a kick out of the fact that the toy is called “Closestool.” Ha! The other one is sort of a postcard. You’re supposed to cut it and sew it together. If done properly you end up with a 3D poo. Now, you might say these are strange gifts. Don’t get me wrong–they’re totally strange. I mean, who the heck gives poo paraphernalia? Thing is, anyone that gets me knows that it’s sort of appropriate. She told me that no one else she knows would be able to appreciate such gifts in the same way that she would. Truth!

So, thanks, Jenelle! I really don’t know what this all says about me other than my eccentricities are more obvious than expected.

Lifted at the gift shop

I’m really exhausted today. I just spent a surprisingly satisfying good chunk of the day at Niagara Falls. I’ll write more about that in another post. However, of interest for this post was the fact that I ran into someone unexpectedly. Actually it was more like the guy found me. I was standing outside of the souvenir/gift shop at the Maid of the Mist docks waiting for my family to come out when someone passed by in front of me, stopped, turned around and called out my name. Turns out it was a cousin of mine from New Jersey. I was either too busy being focused on the gift shop doors, or just completely zoned out (sometimes I have trouble distinguishing between my focused and inattentive states) that I didn’t even notice him passing by in front of my face. No matter–he found me. He was travelling with friend and their girlfriends. In a burst of excitement, the big guy went in for a hug and I obliged. However, he squeezed harder than I was prepared for and lifted me off the ground.

I guess this is where I wanted to bring this story. A guy like me that weighs about 200 seldom gets lifted off the ground–it’s against the mother nature’s natural order. So, this act of lifting left me feeling mildly violated.

Hey, don’t get me wrong. I like my cousin. Just…that…
Jason should never be lifted off the ground unwillingly.
Declared it. Stamped it.

Giving melons…sort of

Today was my first day back to work after my break. As expected I was feeling a big heap of contradictory emotions about heading back to my desk. On the one hand, I’d once again be productive which would be a great thing. On the other hand, coming off of such a great break I was prone to a bit of post-vacation depression. Meh, whatever. Being productive trumps that.

I was debating whether to bring little gifts for my colleagues. I mean, it didn’t seem customary to really bring anything back for everyone and I kind of didn’t want to start a trend. I mean, last thing I wanted was to make anyone else going on vacation feel obligated. Eh, but in the end, I decided to just do it anyway. It wasn’t to bank any good will for any future favours–at least, I don’t think it was. I mean, who knows what’s going on deep down in my subconscious. No, I believe that I did it just to be nice. Is that possible? How crazy is that? I’m doubting my own motives.

For my project manager and the tech lead I brought these rice krispie type snacks that I bought from Nakamise-dori near Senso-ji. For the rest of my team I brought small packs of Hi-Chew. Yes, those are available here pretty widely. However, the flavour I got them was yubari melon which can only be picked up from Hokkaido. The actual melons themselves are pretty pricey. Good ones go for over $100 and are actually often given as gifts. Hell, if someone gave me a $100 melon I’d be pretty happy too. Luckily though, this yubari melon Hi-Chew is a lot cheaper than that. I sure as hell wouldn’t give $100 melons to each one of my coworkers–I mean, what am I, made of money? They were pretty appreciative of everything. I’m glad I went ahead with my plan.

I guess it’s back to a more normal life once again!

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