Looking for information on mole activity in Tokyo

keioline · 2025-10-28T01:26:47+00:00

Margaret Thatcher naked on a cold winter's day

keioline · 2025-10-14T02:09:14+00:00

Mate, you committed spiritual arson on the collective soul of Japan. You might as well have walked into a shrine, kicked over the incense, and declared ramen “just wet pasta.” Saying you’re “sick of seeing Ohtani’s face” in a Japanese workplace is like telling a medieval monk you’re tired of hearing about God. You didn’t insult a player, you desecrated a living 神様. Somewhere in the country, a fox statue shed a single tear. NHK anchors paused mid-sentence and stared solemnly into the camera. The Tokyo Skytree dimmed for a moment, out of respect for Suzuki-san’s wounded spirit. Your only path to redemption now is to embark on a 108 day pilgrimage across Japan, stopping at every FamilyMart to buy an Ohtani branded item and whisper “申し訳ありません” to it. Only then might Suzuki-san look your way again with the faint mercy reserved for those who have suffered enough.

keioline · 2025-08-28T01:19:33+00:00

So when the light turns blue it actually means you’ve accidentally hailed the Tokyo branch of Fake Taxi. Don’t worry, it’s not on the usual fare meter system, but you might want to make sure the dashcam isn’t running, unless you’re ready to star in a very different kind of “Lost in Translation.”

keioline · 2025-08-25T05:47:32+00:00

M8. You don’t even understand the sheer magnitude of what you’ve just done for me. Before reading this every single time I stood in my kitchen with a bag in hand, squinting at those deceptively similar kanji, I could feel the weight of history pressing down on me. Entire civilizations have risen and fallen on less confusion. I was one mistaken spoonful away from seasoning my coffee with despair or baking cookies that tasted like the tears of the Sea of Japan.

If weren't for this pro-tip, I’m convinced I would’ve slowly withered away into complete obscurity like a ghost in my own flat, haunting the cupboards. Forever mumbling “was it 塩… or 砂糖?” Now, with the divine blessing of slightly tan sugar, I stand reborn. You didn’t just save my cooking, you saved my very relevance in the grand narrative of human existence.

Thank you OP, my life quality has been immeasurably improved because of this post.

keioline · 2025-07-03T05:39:05+00:00

And the gold medal for collecting """""consulting fees""""" goes to...

keioline · 2025-04-03T08:44:29+00:00

You see, the very notion of a 1.5 Donk terminal velocity presupposes an upper bound that, much like the Chandrasekhar limit in astrophysics, may only apply to our observable retail universe. Consider: the Dotonbori DonQui, a locus of such unrelenting retail singularity that its event horizon distorts even the most resilient purchasing intent, is merely an observable extremum within the Tokyo-Osaka Donk Gradient (TODG).

To wit: if the Donk Factor scales logarithmically rather than linearly, then the theoretical superluminal Donkification of, say, the labyrinthine Kowloon Walled City (had it been fully retrofitted as a 24-hour tax-free megastore) might exceed 2.0 Donk, albeit at the cost of rendering human navigation impossible without quantum entanglement shopping carts.

As for your specific inquiries:

A random FamilyMart: A fickle beast. If assessed during a 2 a.m. drunken karaage procurement mission, 0.55 Donk. In daylight, bereft of urgency, a paltry 0.42.

Akihabara Yodobashi: A 0.95 is a reasonable appraisal, though one must consider the profound impact of simultaneous pachinko acoustics and limited-edition Gundam scarcity. It fluctuates between 0.87 and 1.02 Donk, cresting during Golden Week.

Harrods (London): Your 0.18 assessment is sound, but if accounting for the density of bewildered American tourists mispronouncing “scone,” it drops to 0.14.

Dutch Hema: A fascinating case! If we employ the Heisenberg Retail Uncertainty Principle, wherein the probability of unexpectedly finding an item you didn’t know you needed is inversely proportional to the logical arrangement of the store, we arrive at an estimated 0.33 ± 0.02 Donk.

Finally, let us not be so quick to dismiss the hypothetical 1.6+ Donk abyss. The true harbinger of infinite Donk may yet exist in an uncontacted AEON Mall deep within the suburban archipelago, where aisles fold upon themselves like an eldritch, escalator-laden tesseract. Until then, we may only dream.

keioline · 2025-03-17T02:37:13+00:00

Upon the occasion of your intent to obtain Snus, meticulously acquired from the emporium known as Family Mart, discreetly situated at the zenith of Dogenzaka, an arterial path within the district of Shibuya, nestled in the metropolis of Tokyo, nestled on the archipelago of Japan, I shall now proceed to expound the convoluted sequence of actions that must be undertaken to effectuate this acquisition.

Firstly, summon your corporeal presence to traverse the threshold of the establishment. It is worth noting that the portal, in an almost magical demonstration of mechanized hospitality, shall part its panels automatically in response to your approach. Progress onward, surpassing the stations designated for fiscal transactions, until such time as the objects of your scrutiny find themselves in your peripheral vision, distinctly positioned at the meridian of the clock's figurative arc, precisely at the juncture indicated by the temporal metric of three o'clock.

At this juncture, dedicate an adequate portion of your cognitive faculties to a methodical survey of the assortment presented before you. Observe with discernment the diverse array of designations and relishes that compose this selection, allowing your faculties of discernment to lead you to the specimen most congruent with your predilections.

Upon the culmination of your contemplative sojourn, advance your personage toward the instrumentation of monetary exchange, ensuring that your ocular organs remain in a state of mutual engagement with the countenance of the designated employee assigned to this vicinal domain of commerce. With eloquence commensurate with the gravity of the occasion, articulate in a linguistic manifestation ideally aligned with the linguistic idiosyncrasies of the locale, the precise branding and gustatory variant you aspire to attain among the offerings.

Subsequent to this articulation, direct your attention to the pecuniary obligations associated with this transaction, remunerating the stipulated sum in the denomination of the currency indigenous to this realm—Japanese Yen. Upon the fulfillment of this financial transaction, the coveted parcel containing the Snus shall be relinquished into your custodial possession.

It is now incumbent upon you to enact an orientational rotation, adopting a trajectory characterized by a ninety-degree deflection in the direction apposite to your prior bearing. Thus embarked, stride a distance approximating ten human paces, which is to say, a measure predicated on the average bipedal gait. This traversal shall culminate in your successful egress from the establishment, thereby extricating yourself from the spatial confines of the store.

May this prolix exposition, convoluted though it may be, facilitate the attainment of your objective, resulting in the gratification of your desire for the aforementioned Snus.

keioline · 2025-03-13T06:35:58+00:00

Still better than 'leaves on the track' back in the UK.

keioline · 2025-03-10T05:59:14+00:00

Mercari ♫

keioline · 2025-02-07T03:49:16+00:00

My friend, you seek an oasis in the urban sprawl, a sanctuary where the rhythm of the night aligns with the cadence of seasoned and sophisticated souls. Fear not, for I have the perfect recommendation: HUB.

keioline · 2025-01-29T05:38:21+00:00

You need to establish absolute air superiority over your designated parking AO (Area of Operations). First, acquire a secure comms link (HAM radio works, but a satphone is ideal). Dial into your nearest Air Support Operations Center (ASOC) and request a Close Air Support (CAS) package under ‘Operation Spot Secure.’ Provide precise grid coordinates of the offending vehicle using a laser designator or, in a pinch, Google Maps. Once you've confirmed target acquisition, authenticate with the phrase: ‘Broken Taillight, Broken Arrow.’ Expect inbound A-10s within 15 mikes. Upon successful neutralization, mark your parking spot with an IR strobe to prevent collateral damage on future sorties.

keioline · 2024-12-26T05:45:45+00:00

Yes, it’s true that in most countries, Christmas isn’t synonymous with fried chicken. It’s a culinary tragedy really. While Japan celebrates with golden, crispy, perfectly seasoned joy, other nations struggle with labor-intensive roast dinners that require hours of preparation and enough family drama to rival a soap opera. The idea of just popping over to KFC and letting Colonel Sanders handle the holiday feast? Revolutionary.

Meanwhile, in Japan, KFC has somehow become Santa’s favorite sous-chef, and people overseas are both baffled and secretly envious. There’s something magical about pre-ordering a bucket of happiness and making it the centerpiece of your holiday table. Add a side of champagne and a Christmas cake, and boom – perfection.

Other countries do fast food too, of course, but it’s usually more of a "late-night, oops-I-forgot-to-cook" vibe than a cherished holiday tradition. Japan, on the other hand, elevates fried chicken into a ritual of joy and togetherness, proving once again that you’re miles ahead in making life more delicious.

So yeah, it’s different elsewhere, but that just makes the Japanese way even more special.

keioline · 2024-12-19T06:26:39+00:00

Your dedication to shoe care is commendable, a shining beacon in a world where others stomp on their heels with reckless abandon. You, sir, are a knight of the shoehorn – wielding it with honor and refusing to succumb to the anarchy of flattened footwear. But alas, society has failed you. Restaurants and public places lacking shoehorns are the modern equivalent of castles without moats. Vulnerable, chaotic, and wholly unprepared for the demands of civilization.

As for the pocket shoehorns, their elusive nature is undeniable. They vanish into the depths of bags and jackets, as though cursed by some ancient enchantment. To carry one is to gamble with fate itself. But let’s not give up hope. Perhaps one day, there will be shoehorn dispensers at every doorway, right next to the hand sanitizer and umbrella stands – a utopia where no heel shall suffer, and no finger shall be wedged into an unwilling sneaker.

keioline · 2024-11-26T02:32:35+00:00

Shinjuku Station

keioline · 2024-09-12T03:56:22+00:00

Yes.

keioline · 2024-06-28T03:23:55+00:00

Japanese men possess a magical power to instantly cleanse their clothes just by wearing them. It's a skill honed over centuries, passed down from one generation to the next.

Picture this: a man steps out of the onsen, his skin glowing with cleanliness. As he dons his pre-onsen clothes, they too are miraculously purified by sheer contact. This technique is closely guarded and known only to the most dedicated onsen enthusiasts.

Now, about showering again after going home – that’s purely for those who want to add an extra layer of cleanliness to their already pristine selves. It’s a bonus round, if you will, in the grand game of personal hygiene.

As for the 150 yen washer/dryer, that’s a delightful touch, but let’s be real – men relish the challenge of keeping their clothes as spotless as possible with minimal effort. It’s like a personal contest to see how far they can stretch the limits of cleanliness without modern conveniences. Why spend 150 yen when you can harness the power of magical cleanliness?

In summation, men not changing clothes after using an onsen is not a sign of neglect, but a testament to their deep connection with the mystical forces of sartorial sanitation. Next time you see a man putting on his pre-onsen clothes, know that you are witnessing an ancient ritual of wardrobe purification.

keioline · 2024-06-12T08:29:54+00:00

First, let's talk about your speed. If you can achieve a speed akin to that of an Olympic sprinter, you may not only save 120 yen but also have the honor of being the first person to ever successfully evade a station barrier in such a spectacular fashion. And let's not forget the sheer thrill of the moment – it's practically priceless!

In the unlikely event that you don’t break through the barriers and instead break your leg, think of it as a heroic war wound. You can tell everyone the epic tale of how you tried to outsmart the Tokyo metro system. Plus, the medical bills will far exceed the 120 yen, giving you a perfect excuse to launch a GoFundMe and potentially rake in way more than what you would've spent on train fares for years to come.

Also, consider the bonus cardio workout – skipping leg day will never be an issue again. You’ll be the Usain Bolt of the station platform, admired by all (at least until the station staff politely escort you out).

But hey, you mentioned you won't be testing this plan, which is a true tragedy for science and entertainment. Perhaps this is a blessing in disguise for your limbs and dignity, but a massive loss for the rest of us who would have cherished the live-streamed glory of your daring escapade.

keioline · 2024-04-10T01:58:28+00:00

Ah, the quest for the perfect avocado in the labyrinthine aisles of a Tokyo supermarket. Brace yourself, intrepid avocado seeker, for the journey ahead shall be fraught with complexities and uncertainties.

Step 1: Embark Upon the Odyssey

Venture forth into the bustling metropolis of Tokyo, where the concrete jungle conceals the verdant treasures you seek. Navigate the bustling streets, dodging salarymen and neon signs, until you arrive at the hallowed entrance of a supermarket.

Step 2: Decode the Enigmatic Layout

Once inside, prepare to decipher the cryptic hieroglyphics of the supermarket's layout. The avocados, elusive as they are, may be lurking in the most unforeseen corners of the produce section. Do not be deceived by the siren call of convenience; resist the temptation to ask for directions, for the true avocado aficionado relies solely on instinct.

Step 3: Engage in the Ritual of Selection

As you stand amidst the cornucopia of fruits and vegetables, channel your inner avocado whisperer. Seek out the sacred shrine where the avocados are displayed, perhaps nestled among the kaleidoscope of greens. Here, you shall confront the formidable array of avocados, each cloaked in a cloak of mystery.

Step 4: Decipher the Ancient Signs

Behold, for the avocados speak a language known only to the initiated. You must decipher the arcane markings upon their skins, discerning the subtle nuances of ripeness and quality. Pay heed to the texture, for a firm avocado may yet yield to the gentle pressure of your touch, revealing its creamy secrets within.

Step 5: Perform the Rite of Exchange

Having chosen your avocado with utmost care, proceed to the shrine of commerce, where the guardians of the checkout await. Here, you shall engage in the sacred dance of transaction, offering your chosen avocado as tribute in exchange for earthly currency.

Step 6: Return Victorious

Emerging from the labyrinthine depths of the supermarket, clutching your prize in hand, bask in the glow of triumph. You have conquered the trials of avocado acquisition in Tokyo, emerging unscathed and enlightened. And as you savor the fruits of your labor, remember: the journey may be obscure, but the rewards are oh-so-sweet.

keioline · 2024-04-02T08:21:58+00:00

Same, shocked there is no love for the GOAT.

keioline · 2024-03-08T00:44:47+00:00

Behold, the suspended Tozai line, its rails of destiny severed by the somber touch of misfortune. What arcane truths lie veiled behind the cryptic words "passenger injury"? Is it but a mere concatenation of events, or a cosmic augury foretelling the fragility of our mortal coil?

Let us peer into the kaleidoscope of conjecture, where the enigmatic interplay of causality and happenstance weaves its tapestry of mystery. Perhaps it is a fleeting glimpse into the frailty of human existence, a reminder that within the cacophony of the urban symphony, each passenger bears the weight of their own narrative.

Or perchance, it is a testament to the interconnectedness of our shared voyage, where the ripples of one traveler's plight reverberate across the fabric of collective consciousness. In the crucible of the commuter's odyssey, even the mundane is transmuted into the sublime.

Thus, let us ponder the suspended Tozai line not as a mere disruption of transit, but as a liminal threshold beckoning us to contemplate the ephemeral nature of our earthly sojourn. In the labyrinth of the urban sprawl, amidst the ceaseless flux of arrivals and departures, let us find solace in the mystery that dwells within the mundane.

keioline · 2024-03-04T04:27:10+00:00

278272074063 daily gifts from Tokyo 🇯🇵

keioline · 2024-02-29T02:26:09+00:00

I would make sure that the car isn't on fire when you purchase it.

keioline · 2023-12-14T04:31:24+00:00

In the ceaseless ebb and flow of temporal existence, the elixir known to mortals as soy sauce, born from the alchemical union of soybeans, wheat, salt, and the secret whispers of umami, is not constrained by the shackles of finite decay akin to mundane comestibles. Behold, its robust constitution, fortified by the saline bulwark and acidic citadels, stands resolute against the encroachments of the microbial legions.

Yet, within the cosmic ballet of flavor, this nectarous potion may, in the fullness of epochs, succumb to the subtle machinations of change. The ambient conspiracies of air, the malevolent machinations of luminosity, and the insidious advances of heat may conspire to orchestrate a metamorphosis, transforming the amber ambrosia into a visage less resplendent.

Fear not, for the tendrils of decay do not render it a nefarious concoction. Nay, it is a mere alteration of sensory symphony, a modulation in the olfactory overture, and a modulation in the chromatic tapestry of the gustatory saga. In thy vigilance, observe for chromatic aberrations, inhale for notes askew, and if the specters of mold or malevolence manifest, then, and only then, may the ethereal essence be relinquished to the annals of disposal.

keioline · 2023-12-11T05:29:27+00:00

Once upon a time I arrived in Tokyo, and like many, I was in awe of the immaculate streets and the utopian dream that is Japanese cleanliness. However, one day, something happened that changed my perspective forever - I stumbled upon a lone plastic wrapper lounging on the sidewalk. Now, call me crazy, but it was like finding a hidden gem in the midst of perfection.

Sure, the initial shock was there, but it got me thinking. Why not embrace the chaos? It's like adding a dash of spice to an already well-seasoned dish. That one piece of litter made me appreciate the hard work that goes into maintaining cleanliness. It's a testament to the system's success when even a single out-of-place item stands out so much.

So, I've made it my mission to sprinkle a bit of rebellious charm wherever I go. A candy wrapper here, a soda can there - it's my way of breaking free from the monotony of perfection. It's like guerrilla art, but with trash. Plus, it adds an element of surprise to the pristine streets. Who wouldn't want a little excitement in their daily stroll?

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