Taking a break from the subjects of religion and travel in Japan (mostly), I wanted to bring up something I finally noticed after all these years. I grew up as a real, genuine Nintendo fan as a young boy. I was right in that target demographic in the 80′s when Super Mario Brothers came out, then SMB2, 3 and so on. I grew up watching the Super Mario Brothers Super Show,1 and even ate the Nintendo Cereal for breakfast for a time. Somehow, in spite of all this, I turned out OK.2
Anyway, since purchasing the Nintendo Wii a few months back, I started playing old classic Nintendo games again for cheap. I just buy the little “points” gift cards at a local store near work, redeem them online at the Wii Store, and download the games without having to use my credit card online. So, among the games I play again is Super Mario 3, arguably one of the best in the series, and in the game one can dress up as a tanuki among other characters. As a little boy, I never knew what a tanuki even was, and just assumed it was a raccoon with special powers. Anyone who has played the game remembers that Mario can turn into a statue when dressed as a tanuki, but I never understood as a small boy what the statue was.
It’s hilarious to realize now how many little Japanese and Buddhist cultural “witticisms” I was exposed to as a kid and never knew it. Not to mention all the funny English translations in the earlier Nintendo games.
On kakakabi sanmaei sowaka
1 Also enjoyed Captain N the Gamemaster a lot too.
2 My therapist said I am nearly cured. Just kidding.