Tomorrow the Jointmaker Pro will debut in Japan. I hope I make it.

I checked into my hotel last night completely exhausted. Room is small but very clean and features a cowboy-hard bed which I like. The furniture is small–really small. How small? Thanks for asking–I watched part of the Olympics and can confirm the cantilever of my legs off the end of my bed is about the same length as the three meter spring board. The desk chair seat is shorter than a paint can and the first time I sat down I almost dislocated all three kneecaps. If you are in the right mood and without jet lag I suppose this could be fun.

The problem is the bathroom.

There are more buttons on the side of the toilet than on my kitchen blender. Therefore, I have intelligently decided to forgo using this device–too many mental images for someone who forgot to bring their anti-anxiety pills.

So today I am going to drive around and look for a construction site and find the Japanese equivalent of an American blue room.  Nobody needs a fancy toilet–what were these people thinking?  I don’t care how much gas costs or the value of my time and fully understand the door may not close. My mind is made up.  This should prove once and for all to all eight people who read my blog that deep down I am a full pedigreed American woodworker.

Spread the word please.

I would write more but I’ve got to go.

-John