my own worst enemy

The Glory of Love

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

I'm talking to my coworker today about my upcoming trip to Japan, and he tells me I need to stay at some place with the paper sliding doors overlooking some beautiful forest. I could eat at one of those super short tables and share tea and sleep on a mat, he continues. By this point the image of Daniel Russo and his hottie Japanese lady-friend is in my head, not to mention Peter Cetera's voice. Suddenly I'm transported into a daydream where I'm saving Ginger from some Japanese foil of myself whom I have dishonored.

Daniel Russo dishonored himself by cheating on Elisabeth Shue's character.

I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that my trip will be nothing like that. I sure hope it isn't. I have zero karate skills and would probably get my butt whooped in a fight. We goats are pacifists, you know. Sure, we talk a big talk. Like last night when Matt and I were watching Last One Standing. We were both like, "This guy sucks. He needs to get in there and bash that Zulu's shield with his stick a few times, scare the crap out of him, you know, and then start goin' for the legs." And in reality, we would have been crying like women, tucked in the fetal position, if we were on the show. Sure, there's some primal rage somewhere down in there, but it would take a lot to require unleashing. And it would probably do more harm than good. Oh, check out the show if you haven't already. It's on Discovery Channel.

Labels: Ginger, Japan, TV

This entry was posted on Tuesday, October 16, 2007 at 5:06 PM. There are . If you want, you can leave your own response by clicking here. You may also send this post to a friend of yours via email, or bookmark it for yourself by using icons below;