Hold onto your socks children, or they're gonna get blown right off your ass. Dig this, I started my Saturday the same way I always do, with a brisk walk, turning to a trot, followed by some meandering, before culminating with an all out promenade down our beautiful Kyoto riverwalk. Along the way I came across an agreeable group of young scamps who were engaged in a primitive game of baseball. Upon first glance, they seemed a discerning bunch so I approached with the intent of joining in on their rapscallion activities. Yet, when my shadow cast itself upon their field, the group of lads quickly scattered. Just then, an old pockmarked soothsayer tapped the back of my kneecap with his rotting pikestaff. "There was one before you..." he stated in a cryptic voice. He slipped me a Digital Video Disc before vanishing with the wind.

Watch with caution dear friends, and don't expect invitation into a game of stickball anytime soon.