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September 03, 2009

Oh... Like This Hasn't Happened to You...

After all, who among us has not had a similar experience?

"While my body was asleep, I think my soul rode on a triangular-shaped UFO and went to Venus," she explains in the tome she published last year. "It was a very beautiful place, and it was very green."

When the new Japanese first lady related her adventures to her then husband, he told her flatteringly that it was probably just a dream. But she is confident that Yukio, the man now entrusted with the task of hauling Japan out of its deepest recession, would have reacted very differently. "My current husband has a different way of thinking. He would surely say, 'Oh, that's great'," she wrote.

Our guess is that the living room sofa doesn't get a lot of use in this house.

Just sayin'.

Posted by Cassandra at September 3, 2009 07:23 AM

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Well, womyn are from Venus...

Posted by: Cricket at September 3, 2009 07:51 AM


Posted by: Cassandra at September 3, 2009 08:07 AM

Is she sure her soul didn't just go to a Holiday Inn Express?

Posted by: BillT at September 3, 2009 09:21 AM

I see Godzirra movie in Miyuki's future.

I'll bet that it would be interesting to be privy to Yukio's thoughts when Miyuki speaks on astral projection, previous lives, and little alien beings.

Posted by: bthun at September 3, 2009 10:23 AM

See, that's what happens when you forget to wear your tinfoil hat. The aliens get to you. Ask any homeless guy that mumbles to himself.

Posted by: a former european at September 3, 2009 12:03 PM

In the early 1980's I had to visit the Old Executive Office Building in D.C. all too often. Every time I would make the trip to the OEOB I would pass one fellow who I assumed was homeless in the same general area out on the sidewalk.

IIRC this old boy looked a lot like the illustration of the Aqualung character.

Anyway this fellow would walk up to you ranting loudly and incoherently, all the while not looking directly at you.

After a while I concluded that the fellow was insane but apparently harmlessly. From that time on, when I would see him I would greet him. His rant never missed a beat and he never acknowledged me. And yet, when I would give him a buck or so, he seemed to rejoin this plane of existence, if only long enough to say thanks.

That old boy reinforced something I picked up on while doing my time overseas. A notion that made me thankful in that, there but for the grace... hard work, and good fortune go I, way. And it's the ones that appear to be sane that you really have to watch.

Posted by: bt_the-curmudgeon_hun at September 3, 2009 04:47 PM

Airheads in Japan...

Posted by: camojack at September 3, 2009 09:52 PM

Well, her husband is 'uchujin.' So, in a sense, she's right about being abducted by aliens. He also went to Stanford, so he knows how to validate her feelings.

It was kind of a kitschy piece. Cute. Fluffy. Full of warm fuzzies. I feel all special now.

On the flip side, I have a Princess keeping me company while I work on an assignment; she is reading an old children's classic 'Primrose Day.'

Life is good.

Posted by: Cricket at September 3, 2009 10:57 PM

...her husband is 'uchujin.'

More like "uchu-kouhosei"...

Posted by: BillT at September 6, 2009 04:48 AM

Naw, the DPJ is just kinda like that. It's going to be a fun ride for Japan-watchers.

Posted by: lumpy at September 7, 2009 12:25 AM