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OK, I'm not just going to post on this blog to say "Sorry that I don't post more often." That's not only unbearably lame, it's tremendously cliched, too. And you, the reader, deserve better.

What's more, blogging about how blogging about not posting often enough is also a cliche. As is blogging about blogging about blogging...OK, I think my point is clear.

That said, it turns out that getting one's Internet hooked up in Japan is a tremendous pain in the した. I had assumed that I could just plug my brain directly into the Info-Port in my apartment and access the Information Omni-Net Cyber-Mind by thinking about it real hard. Sadly, for all of the unnecessarily advanced technology that seems to be omnipresent over here (see Jenn's post on super-toilets, for instance), the Internet hook-up process seems to date back to the Middle Ages. I mean, really, Japan? Three forms of ID?

We've put together blog fodder (blflogbder, as the kids like to say) aplenty in the meantime, and will be updating with slightly more regularity once the Internet company has cleared our passports, visas, bank accounts, skin samples, genomes, and elementary school permanent records. Next Friday at the earliest, sometime shortly after we die of old age at the latest.

In the meantime, here is a hilarious picture for you all, as well as As to a few FAQs:

(Subtitle: 「It is Random Old Guy, returned from his thousand-year slumber! We must flee!」)

A: No, we did not get hit by an earthquake, typhoon, or Mothra in Osaka. It rained a little.
A: It is extremely hot in Osaka in the summer.
Follow-up A: So hot, our chess set burst into flames.
A: Our upstairs neighbors are lovely. So far, they have given us a fan, a cake, a DVD, and many free Japanese lessons (largely via children's books).
Follow-up A: Eric Carl's epic Brown Bear, Brown Bear loses nothing in translation.
A: Octopus is f'ing delicious. If you think to pass judgment on that statement, I would like to direct your attention to Jimmy Dean's Frozen Chocolate Chip Pig-In-A-Blanket On A Stick, sold in supermarkets across 'Merica.