Elevators

So as it turns out I have this unhealthy fascination with elevators. They're lovely really. Well, some of them. The one at our school is less than lovely but it does go so I like it anyway. But the one in the Marubiru (Maronouchi Building) in Otemachi is fan-fucking-tastic. Seriously. That's not just a extraneous curse word my friends. Oh no. When I went to the Mango Tree yesterday (which I will speak more of another time) I had the unexpected pleasure of riding in one of those super fast swankalicious elevators that they have only in fantastic cities like Tokyo. And Vancouver. And probably New York. Okay so they're everywhere really but not Nanaimo or Halifax. Or Victoria. Anyway, it was great. It was pretty and cleaner than any elevator I've seen before but the real treat was the way it wooshed from the 7th floor to the 35th in about the same amount of time as it takes the elevator at work to get to the 3rd. It was so fast that I swear the electronic number display blurred they were flipping so fast. Of course that may just have been all those drugs I did in the 90s because on the way down we all watched eagerly for the blurring in vain. Sigh. It saddens me when I'm all cracked out. But it was still good. Blur (I swear it really did blur on the way up) or no blur.

Next I will tackle the elevator on the really big building I was ogling from my table. It's giganticore also and the elevators are on the outside of the building and they're made of glass. I don't know what the building is or how I can get into it but I'm gonna. And then I'm going to wet myself in drunken japanese businessman style. Did I mention I'm a touch afraid of heights? Because I am. But that's okay. I'll just close my eyes and take pictures along the way. As I do.

Take a moment now to imagine what will happen to all those giant glass and metal buildings in the event of a major earthquake.

And repress.

Welcome to my life. It could be worse. I could have a sty in my eye. Ha ha Laurie! Please don't kill me. Oh god, I hope I don't get a sty now! I take it all back! No stys for my eyes! I just like saying that. Sty. Eye. It rhymes. Cool man, cool.