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Powderbum75
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Vermont. Queens. Westhampton Beach. London. Hangzhou. Tokyo. Nikko. And others receiving votes.

Living a life with warning-track power.

In Japan. But not an On Japan account.

(Leave a message and I’ll get back to you.)
That time of year when you want to be a little bit nicer.

Especially towards the littlest among us.

Or something like that.
December 7, 2025 at 12:25 PM
Between there and here on a Sunday afternoon.

Koenji.
December 7, 2025 at 10:56 AM
Yakitori Skewers in Shadow.

Circa 2025.
December 7, 2025 at 6:03 AM
Seems a bit much.

You know, for a vibrator.
December 7, 2025 at 4:40 AM
The red and green lights of the season lead you home.
December 6, 2025 at 9:01 AM
In that age-old question of whether it’s better to set the leg height of a new bed just high enough, and out of reach, for an elderly bunny to not immediately mark his new territory, or low enough to enjoy however many moments of snuggles remain.

Snuggles Win.
December 6, 2025 at 1:02 AM
That time of year when you start counting the number of sleeps.
November 29, 2025 at 12:14 PM
I think so too.
November 29, 2025 at 9:22 AM
…advocating for the increasingly strict standards of the above, who could conceive of him or herself being outside wherever those lines should happen to fall.

It is a given, to that person, that they are above exclusion.

A rabbit in a travel cage to balance the bullshit.
November 29, 2025 at 12:21 AM
Koenji. A Saturday Morning.

The season for dressing in the dark.
November 28, 2025 at 11:00 PM
embarrassment

/ɪmˈbarəsm(ə)nt,ɛmˈbarəsm(ə)nt/
noun

1.
the feeling of self-consciousness or awkwardness brought about when one’s husband involuntarily and loudly shouts “fuck yeah” on an express train.

“He was happy they tied it up, but the embarrassment I felt.”
November 28, 2025 at 10:50 PM
Using this app (on an iPhone) that Alfie mentions once in a while.

It does nice things.

(And cheers.)
November 24, 2025 at 12:30 PM
Because I subscribe to the Clean Underpants Theory of social media posting.

Which states, briefly summarized, that you are only as good as your last post.

Just as you should never leave home with dirty underpants, tragic accidents and whatnot.

Leave something worth remembering.
November 24, 2025 at 10:14 AM
Kunoichi, or as it is sometimes referred to, “You know, Sasuke, but with women.”

Is the superior version.
November 24, 2025 at 9:59 AM
sunlight streamed
through the leaves
to the ground

Matsuo Basho
November 24, 2025 at 7:02 AM
Because once in his life a man needs a pair of comically loud floral-patterned pants.
November 24, 2025 at 3:27 AM
The corner. Just outside home.

After errands and a walk

A Sunday in November. Koenji.
November 23, 2025 at 11:31 AM
When strolling for stocking stuffers one Sunday afternoon and you suddenly realize you hear something besides Bing Crosby in your year singing those seasonal songs.
November 23, 2025 at 6:37 AM
You stand. I sit.

We do this thing together.
November 22, 2025 at 11:16 PM
It’s been a fun year for former Canucks.
November 22, 2025 at 7:57 AM
“I don’t want it.”

“What do you mean you don’t want it?”

“I wouldn’t wear it.”

“You wouldn’t wear it?”

Over two decades of sharing everything. You think you know someone.
November 22, 2025 at 4:22 AM
He is what’s known as, scientifically speaking, a Good Little Dude.
November 21, 2025 at 10:33 PM
Because in a different life you live on the beach in Miyazaki and your only concern is which way the wind blows.

www.realfukuokaestate.jp/estate.php?n...
November 19, 2025 at 1:32 AM
Returning to that small ritual of turning off the water before leaving for the city.

For the first time since last March.
November 16, 2025 at 7:09 AM
A few hours of a November sky.
November 16, 2025 at 6:21 AM