The final entry in my month-long celebration of all things Halloween
The big night is finally upon us and that means my last Halloween-themed blog. I’ve always enjoyed reading about “real-life” stories of the supernatural so I thought it’d be a fitting way to end my series with a quick sampling of a few paranormal happenings from Japan—a country that definitely loves its ghost stories. Happy Halloween! Wishing everyone a fun and safe time! Don’t forget to submit photos of your costumes. Info here.
PSYCHIC PHOTOS

Nensha photo plates




I just came back from a pitch meeting (basically this is when you meet with film executives and “pitch” your idea for a potential movie) and it was one of those times when everything seemed to go well and everyone was on the same page. Such instances are rare so when it does happen you feel heartened. I was pitching a take on a novel written by a very famous author so even if things go well, it’s likely it’ll take months of legal wrangling and negotiations before anything happens. Things could also fall apart as often happens in Hollywood even under the best of circumstances.






First off, picking the right restaurant is very crucial. Sometimes the amount of people waiting could seem like the obvious choice but in reality the food and service deserves a D (luckily in Frisco, you don’t have to display it on the window). The true reason for the huge lines are either super cheap dishes or some holiday special on free tea. If you’ve picked out your “spot” with the right balance and wanna avoid the traffic, you can either be old school Chinese and be there at 9am right when it opens or the lazy hung over people that go super late at about 1pm.
Another entry in my month-long celebration of all things Halloween
Another entry in my month-long celebration of all things Halloween



But here are a few others bound to offend. Want to be an Asian chef for Halloween? Here’s the perfect outfit you can order from Germany:
The perfect disguise if you want to pass as Asian:
I was driving to work. I was illegally talking on my phone while driving. (At least I wasn’t texting.) A huge, silver truck pulled up alongside my driver’s side and started honking its horn. I took this as a message to get off the phone. Maybe a cop was around. I looked over to the driver to signal thank you and that I was off the phone. He was a 30-something guy. He smiled. He honked again. I turned to look back at him. He gestured the following: You. Me. Blow-Job? Smile? Blow-job again?
1. If you do not urinate or defecate on them during sex, they will think you don’t love them anymore.

