Showing posts with label Ultraman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ultraman. Show all posts

2010-12-21

Arimasu

It does exist.




















There were souvenirs to be purchased, themed candy to drool over, and decorated store windows to stare at.  I got two keychain souvenirs--one of Baltan and one of Urutoraman.  My favorite thing about Soshigaya-Okura, though, was that even the street signs and banners, posted and displayed all up and down the cozy, narrow shopping streets, had images from the show and of the characters.  Or maybe it was the lamp posts, which were designed in a way so that rather than being straight and vertical and, you know, lamp-posty, they curved way over at the top into what looked like giant hooks looming over the street sides.  It only took me a second of staring to notice how the two oval light bulbs at the top of each post, lined up to the left and right of the hook, created Ultraman's head.

...I'm gonna say it again.  The lamp posts on the streets in this neighborhood were designed with Ultraman in mind.  Somewhere, during some moment in the past, a group of professionals were huddled over blueprints, deciding how they could make these functional and necessary poles of metal and large light bulbs resemble a cheesy 60's superhero head.  SSsssswatch!




















There was also a medium-sized flying Ultraman above one of the street entrances, and a large Ultraman statue with glowing eyes right outside of the station.  You're damn right I posed in front of the big one!

Even after all of this paradise, when I bought my ticket to head home and stood on the platform waiting for the train, I just didn't feel completely satisfied.  Anthony and I started talking about where we wanted to go for dinner when it happened: an instrumental, 8-bit version of the theme song began playing, and ended just in time for us to hop on our train and head back to the Science Patrol Building.  Another day saved.

2010-12-01

Soshigaya-Okura

You know that episode of Seinfeld where George uses a fake picture of his late fiancee, Susan, to get into that club where all those amazingly beautiful women hang out?  The picture he takes is of a woman from a magazine ad--a fashion or make-up model of course--and the ladies at the club feel so sorry for him for having lost such a beautiful wife that they accept him into their secret hangout.  By the end of the show, he takes the disbelieving Jerry down to the building, which is nothing more than a meat packing warehouse.  George, standing amidst hanging carcasses, doesn't know what to think.  Only the viewers get to spot, at the very last second, the magazine photo lying on the ground.

This always reminds me of that episode; for some reason I feel hesitant to count on its existence.
















That being said, bring on the beautiful women.