Toys

I have a confession to make.  I'm a grown man, and I have toys.  Honestly, I don't know what the hell is wrong with me.  I don't collect Beanie Babies or Barbie Dolls, so I guess that makes me less creepy.  No, I have a fetish for small pieces of plastic made in Japan.

The first thing I do when I go to Japan is hop my ass on the subway,

                     Don't touch or rub women on the subway

and head over to MANDARAKE, a Japanese toy and manga chain store that sells everything your toy loving, manga pumping,  cosplay heart could desire.

               One of the many side entrances to one of MANDARAKE'S Tokyo locations

Every time I go to Japan, I have to physically stop myself from buying everything I lay my eyes on, and usually my wife has to drag me out of the store kicking and screaming. 

                My eyes look like Glade Plug-ins, notice there is nothing going on behind them

                               Saku Hao

                              Look, it's the Missing Link!-no, that's just my Wandy HAO

                                                  The Kevin Randleman HAO rules all

                                                Do not step to this little Japanese dude

One thing that I get a big kick out of is MANDARAKE'S "adult" book section.  There you will find multitudes of teenage boys scouring the aisles looking at the latest and hottest issues of....manga porn.  It's wild.  The craziest, most vile, disgusting stuff you can think of, well the Japanese have already probably thought of it and put it into comic book form.   

                 The top half is all you guys get to see (ok, ok there's tentacles under there)

                                        My vintage Robotech Macross (Japanese version)