Blogspot is currently suffering some technical problems preventing me from posting pictures and since I know you'd rather see hunky guys in board shorts than read my dissertation on why Brokeback Mountain is bad for queers we'll take a brief pause.
As we were walking in a huge Kyoto shopping arcade we fell victim to the intoxicating siren song of a giant plastic crab. In an atempt to lure customers many restaurants in Kyoto employ the talents of singing plastic food all of whom have childlike voices and big round eyes. I'll post more Japanese singing entrees as I find them.
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