When I was a child in Texas, I use to be amazed by the game shows
on Mexican TV every Saturday afternoon. I never truly understood
what exactly was happening, mostly lost in translation crossing
the border. Japanese television fills me with that same wonderment
today. At least I came down to Mexico like every good Tejano should,
and now I see logic in the madness of these shows. The Japanese,
though, I will never understand.
Case 1) http://www.screenhead.com/funny//twitching-food-164949.php
 How
is he doing that? Seriously, with Japan, you never know if you are
looking at live animals or some kind of synthetic cyborg animal
the Japanese have failed to tell us foreign devils about. But holy
smokes, he’s actually controlling the fish!
My only question, which is the same every time I see something like
this, is “how do you find out you have such an ability?”
I mean, were you just hanging by the fish tank one day and noticed
that the fish magically followed your hands? And when you told your
friends you could do it, did they ask you what you had been smoking?
But if you master the fish, then I believe you are allowed to do
this to the fish:
Case 2) http://www.dailymotion.com/visited/video/61874
 In
my travels, I have eaten some crazy shit. My first night in Mexico
I drank, and enjoyed, pulque. Once in León, they were serving
what appeared to be grilled worms on small tortillas (gusanos de
maguey). My friends thought I would balk, but a nicely roasted grub
tastes just like a sea-fresh prawn. But I would never eat this.
These animals are still alive! I mean, I know shrimp has a rudimentary
nervous system at best, but still. Its death throws make me cringe,
and definitely not hungry. And yes, the fugu (blowfish, which is
actually excellent when dead) is still puffing. Praying with its
last breath that you would just finish him off.
That secret ingredient you taste isn’t love, its pain. |
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