... think of this deeply creepy twenty-year-old advertisement that still haunts the nightmares of the Japanese.

Funnily enough, that's exactly how I feel whenever I blow my nose, and I'm sure it's the same for you.

The source for this wonderful video. What a splendid website: check it out!

P.S.- For those who can't get enough of the Japanese and their use and abuse of aging American celebrities, please consult Japander.

P.P.S.- One of my best friends just said, "I love Japan. I almost think the country exists solely for my entertainment. I don't think this about any other country." Knowing GCAW as well as I do, I wouldn't be surprised in the slightest if Japan really was a free-floating mirage-nation conjured up by one of his fever-dreams, or something he cooked up with the aid of a Navajo peace-pipe. This notion is only slightly undermined by the fact that I've met many people who claim to be Japanese. One of these days I'll make it there, and I'm pretty sure most people will suspect that I'm some kind of illegal alien. Of course, they said the same thing about Phil Collins.

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