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06-13-2005 11:06 PM |
Chris has created a great account of his trip in his LJ - which I don't have the patience to do - but I will tell occasional tales of our tip now and then.
Lost in Translation - Part 2
While shopping in Akihabara's "Electric Town" we were approached by a woman asking us if we would be on camera, a movie, film (using all of the English words she could think of for what they were about to do). She said "3 minutes" would be all it would take. We agreed and proceeded to wait for the crew to arrive. Meanwhile, she recruited 4 teen Japanese boys to join us. It took longer than 3 minutes for the crew to arrive, but she assured us, most appologetically, that they would get started soon.
The camera, actor, actress in French Maid costume, and sound guys soon surrounded us and we got our lines. We were to say Moo-wee excitedly (with intensity) when we were queued. What does that mean, we asked. We were told, with not a lot of assurredness that "Ummmmm, it means I like manga". Well, OK, then.
We all preformed like Oscar winners, saying MOO-WEE on cue and with intensity. All Californians can act, can't they?
So, later, we are returning to the train station, I look up to see a store called My Way and it dawns on me.........My Way is probaably pronounced as moo-wee in Japanese. Hey, maybe somewhere on some late night Japanese infomercial you will see 4 very white faces speaking Japanese.
As a side note, apparently while being filmed, the hood of my raincoat was filling up with water. Later, in a toy store, I sat down rest my weary feet and water suddenly spilled out all over me. I couldn't, for the life of me, figure out what happened. Maybe I was on a trick sofa? It was lime green leather after all. Thankfully H figured it out and we enptied the rest of my little Kappa bowl. (Sorry for the strange reference to Japanese mythology.)
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