I wish there was an English version. I would read every day.

Cat-like typing detected?

Not news: One of Japan's top blogger makes regular "meet the fans" tours. News: His website logs 50,000 hits a day. Fark:Japan: He's a cat

Japan deserves its own tag.

I am telling you this is because we destroyed their religion.

Thisbymaster: I am telling you this is because we destroyed their religion stability of their genetic material with a massive farking nuclear bomb or two.

/FTFY

dahmers love zombie: I can haz cheezblogger?

that's the winner.

dahmers love zombie: I can haz cheezblogger?

*Groan*

Win

I think the Japanese culture could provide a useful warning to other societies. I think it is clear that working too much has very bad side effects on the human brain.

/beware America you're next

Do they take a chunk out of neutered cats ears in other countries? I thought a de-balling would be enough of a mutilation for a day, why do you need to attack the other end too?

Re: SnarfVader

If you are going to show that pic... you need to show the whole thing to give the full effect... (especially the last picture on the lower right).

chilled wren- I was thinking the same thing. I've never heard of that practice before myself.

Oh, Japan, how I love thee...

/Entire country I use to make the argument I'm sane.
// I'm not, I just like to argue.

Zombie Zero

That represents 1/5 of all the Japanese I know.

PsyLord: Re: SnarfVader

If you are going to show that pic... you need to show the whole thing to give the full effect... (especially the last picture on the lower right).

Is it me or do the eyes of that cat seem to be saying, Please, for the love of all that is holy and sacred, kill me?

god, i hate japan.

xxBirdMadGirlxx: PsyLord: Re: SnarfVader

If you are going to show that pic... you need to show the whole thing to give the full effect... (especially the last picture on the lower right).

Is it me or do the eyes of that cat seem to be saying, Please, for the love of all that is holy and sacred, kill me?

if they're truly salt-of-the-earth cats, you can be certain those stupid girls will pay.

The only difference between this blog and any other blog is that this guy has the excuse of being a cat.

A little early for Caturday.

I love Japan folks, but Longcat needs to go over these and smack those guys around.

/Longcat, by the way, is long.

Every tag is the Japan tag.

POST CATS!

don't hot link, only post three, yada yada

While I feel that an unfiltered GIS for "Japanese Pussy Blogger" might be quite beneficial*, I will not take responsibility for crashing the internets into a smoking heap.

*for me, anyway

PsyLord: Re: SnarfVader

If you are going to show that pic... you need to show the whole thing to give the full effect... (especially the last picture on the lower right).

I see these pictures quite a bit here on FARK. Is there an actual explanation for them? Cause maybe it's just my American culture, but ummm weird??

Bucky Katt: of course he's a cat. you seem surprised, subby. cats ARE very talented you know.

Yup.


DOG DIARY

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!



CAT DIARY

Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.

In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.

The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

meatballion: POST CATS!

PsyLord: If you are going to show that pic... you need to show the whole thing to give the full effect... (especially the last picture on the lower right).

Jesus God what is going on there?

In honor of dahmers love zombie's brilliance:

GLove88mph: god, i hate japan.

God you're a retarded douche. "G-Love" must definitely be a chav. God, chavscum should be shot on sight.

TheXerox: I'm now at the point in my life now where nothing the Japanese do surprises me anymore. Tentacle rape, meh. Used panty vending machines, feh. Cats with blogs, yawn. Part of me wants to blame it all on the bomb, but this seems to go much deeper than that.

More like you hate looking at yourself in the mirror. Most Japanese don't even know of the existence of tentacle rape porn, and you would be very hard challenged to find a panty vending machine anywhere in the country. Not even the bluesellers have them anymore. These are all things you peer at through the keyhole of your Puritan midwest neurosis because it tittilates you. Deep down, your ignorance and voyuerism buys into a collective fantasy that doesn't exist. In the end, it is you who is the real consumer of tentacle porn. Your fantasy is akin to the Orientalism of old. Imagining from your great unknown, you stimulate yourself with dreams of the forbidden.

I want to meet that girl licking the cats.

so I can scream "WHAT THE FARK IS WRONG WITH YOU" to her face.

JOHN MCENROE MY CHILDHOOD NEMESIS: I want to meet that girl licking the cats.

so I can scream "WHAT THE FARK IS WRONG WITH YOU" to her face.

That would be Nakagawa Shoko. She has her own blog/fan site.

Hey, chaotey, could you maybe take your Pamprin before you come into the threads?

Kthxbye.

chaotey: GLove88mph: god, i hate japan.

God you're a retarded douche. "G-Love" must definitely be a chav. God, chavscum should be shot on sight.

TheXerox: I'm now at the point in my life now where nothing the Japanese do surprises me anymore. Tentacle rape, meh. Used panty vending machines, feh. Cats with blogs, yawn. Part of me wants to blame it all on the bomb, but this seems to go much deeper than that.

More like you hate looking at yourself in the mirror. Most Japanese don't even know of the existence of tentacle rape porn, and you would be very hard challenged to find a panty vending machine anywhere in the country. Not even the bluesellers have them anymore. These are all things you peer at through the keyhole of your Puritan midwest neurosis because it tittilates you. Deep down, your ignorance and voyuerism buys into a collective fantasy that doesn't exist. In the end, it is you who is the real consumer of tentacle porn. Your fantasy is akin to the Orientalism of old. Imagining from your great unknown, you stimulate yourself with dreams of the forbidden.

I was in Japan about a year ago, noticed a strange tradition(?)

At around 9:30 - 10:00 (on Wednesday no less) all the younger Japanese businessmen (salarymen?) descended on Ginza. Outside a number of the restaurants were women (absolutely gorgeous women) dressed to the nine's.

I found out later that these women were paid companions. A businessman would come from work, go to the restaurant and pay these women to sit with him while he eats. No nookie, no touching , just sits with him while he eats.

Now I'm not saying that I'm an expert on what is done in Japan, but they have some very odd customs in their culture, I don't think that opinion is based on ignorance, but rather first hand experience.

\if you can explain that, I'd love to have some light shed on it.

Must I be the Weeners the obvious cat in question?

chaotey: GLove88mph: god, i hate japan.

God you're a retarded douche. "G-Love" must definitely be a chav. God, chavscum should be shot on sight.

TheXerox: I'm now at the point in my life now where nothing the Japanese do surprises me anymore. Tentacle rape, meh. Used panty vending machines, feh. Cats with blogs, yawn. Part of me wants to blame it all on the bomb, but this seems to go much deeper than that.

More like you hate looking at yourself in the mirror. Most Japanese don't even know of the existence of tentacle rape porn, and you would be very hard challenged to find a panty vending machine anywhere in the country. Not even the bluesellers have them anymore. These are all things you peer at through the keyhole of your Puritan midwest neurosis because it tittilates you. Deep down, your ignorance and voyuerism buys into a collective fantasy that doesn't exist. In the end, it is you who is the real consumer of tentacle porn. Your fantasy is akin to the Orientalism of old. Imagining from your great unknown, you stimulate yourself with dreams of the forbidden.

Yap, not like America doesn't have it's own weirdos.

Japanese? Cats? I just have to post this;

Squirrel Nutkin: Must I be the Weeners the obvious cat in question?

Filtowned!

chaotey: GLove88mph: god, i hate japan.


God you're a retarded douche. "G-Love" must definitely be a chav. God, chavscum should be shot on sight.


TheXerox: I'm now at the point in my life now where nothing the Japanese do surprises me anymore. Tentacle rape, meh. Used panty vending machines, feh. Cats with blogs, yawn. Part of me wants to blame it all on the bomb, but this seems to go much deeper than that.


More like you hate looking at yourself in the mirror. Most Japanese don't even know of the existence of tentacle rape porn, and you would be very hard challenged to find a panty vending machine anywhere in the country. Not even the bluesellers have them anymore. These are all things you peer at through the keyhole of your Puritan midwest neurosis because it tittilates you. Deep down, your ignorance and voyuerism buys into a collective fantasy that doesn't exist. In the end, it is you who is the real consumer of tentacle porn. Your fantasy is akin to the Orientalism of old. Imagining from your great unknown, you stimulate yourself with dreams of the forbidden.

Perhaps.

But then I pick up a manga, look at Murakami's stuff, or watch something like Karas: The Prophecy, Tetsu the Iron Man or Spirited Away and I know that at least some of them are from a different planet...and those are not even that high up on the strangeness level...

/Meanwhile, Hatch-san is unbearably adorable
//Feed him sushi and love him up

She doesn't have any Internet fans, though. That's probably a good thing. It doesn't surprise me that a cat with a blog might have fans, 'cause people aren't rational when it comes to fuzzy animals.

chaotey: GLove88mph: god, i hate japan.


God you're a retarded douche. "G-Love" must definitely be a chav. God, chavscum should be shot on sight.


TheXerox: I'm now at the point in my life now where nothing the Japanese do surprises me anymore. Tentacle rape, meh. Used panty vending machines, feh. Cats with blogs, yawn. Part of me wants to blame it all on the bomb, but this seems to go much deeper than that.


More like you hate looking at yourself in the mirror. Most Japanese don't even know of the existence of tentacle rape porn, and you would be very hard challenged to find a panty vending machine anywhere in the country. Not even the bluesellers have them anymore. These are all things you peer at through the keyhole of your Puritan midwest neurosis because it tittilates you. Deep down, your ignorance and voyuerism buys into a collective fantasy that doesn't exist. In the end, it is you who is the real consumer of tentacle porn. Your fantasy is akin to the Orientalism of old. Imagining from your great unknown, you stimulate yourself with dreams of the forbidden.

chaotey: GLove88mph: god, i hate japan.


God you're a retarded douche. "G-Love" must definitely be a chav. God, chavscum should be shot on sight.


TheXerox: I'm now at the point in my life now where nothing the Japanese do surprises me anymore. Tentacle rape, meh. Used panty vending machines, feh. Cats with blogs, yawn. Part of me wants to blame it all on the bomb, but this seems to go much deeper than that.


More like you hate looking at yourself in the mirror. Most Japanese don't even know of the existence of tentacle rape porn, and you would be very hard challenged to find a panty vending machine anywhere in the country. Not even the bluesellers have them anymore. These are all things you peer at through the keyhole of your Puritan midwest neurosis because it tittilates you. Deep down, your ignorance and voyuerism buys into a collective fantasy that doesn't exist. In the end, it is you who is the real consumer of tentacle porn. Your fantasy is akin to the Orientalism of old. Imagining from your great unknown, you stimulate yourself with dreams of the forbidden.



/boy how I would love it if the filter would kick in when you preview.