[old blog import] I'm much better than yours...

You know who is apparently awesome? Other than pan-dimensional zombie Elvis, Ultraman and that one guy that was in Star Wars (you know the one I mean)?

Well, apparently it's me. Tremble before your new master, peons.

Today has been really good.Tokyo day was rather fun, though perhaps geared more toward people without an unhealthy knowledge of Japan. But we saw some cool (by which I of course mean INSANE) anime, and the dancing, music and Taiko were all well good. It was fun to mooch around and see some of the stuff, though of course having already been to Tokyo I was familiar with some of it already. The only major disapointment was the "display" of so called Tokyo street fashion, which basically amounted to a few pictures of people in fairly normal looking clothes and a long shot of that one street in Harajuku. Where were the goddamn Lolitas? Seriously. Still, just as well there weren't any really. I didn't bring any duct tape with me.

On a related note I feel pretty cool, as no less than THREE different people asked me to be in photos with/for them. This has never happened to me before. But when a girl comes up and asks if she can take your picture because and I quote "you're awesome" you can't help but feel a little chuffed.

After we had drunk our fill of the ambience at the expo we set sale for merry olde camden towne, where much shopping of the clothes took place. Got some wicked new trousers in Cyberdog, and an awesome top that's probably meant for a girl if I'm brutally honest, but Ireally don't care. It's goddamn awesome and I'm pretty sure I can carry it off, so fuck you and your antiquated notions of gender specific satorial segregation. I will destroy you. In other news we went to the oriental buffet place on Camden highstreet, where much tasty food was consumed at an almost reasonable price. Om nom nom.

So it's been a good day for gawpers. I've come to the conclusion that it's really rather silly to dress the way I do and get arsy when people look at me. Just enjoy it. After all, you DO look a bit wierd to most peoples tastes. No point being offended. If you don't on some level want the attention why the hell arre you dressing up anyway? Give the buggers something to talk about, why not? I feel pretty cool, so lets share it around a little.

And when I get in and decide to myself "day good. must blog. rawrrrrr." I find that in addition to annoymously brightening some random strangers facebook pages I have also been wroted about on teh internets!! In Japanese!! So big up props and other such colloquialisms to blahblah nurse Ako. Go check out Blahblah Hospital and buy some of her clothes. They are well good.

I am well chuffed right now. And I've still got Propaganda J-Rock AND LM.C to go.

Something terrible is going to happen any minute.

[old blog import] Lost in Darkness

You know, it's getting a bit freaky the way that bands I like seem to keep ending up on Darkest Labyrinth.

It's not quite suspicious yet, but if BAAL or Aural Vampire put out CDs on that label I'm going to start freaking out properly. I mean yeah, BLOOD and GPKISM are on there anyway, but with Suicide Ali putting out a single on that label, and now 2 Bullet moving there as well it seems like a lot of my top bands are all congregating in one place.

Which really isn't a bad thing all considered. Always seem to get my pre-orders delivered well in advance of the published release date.

So basically what I'm saying is: Darkest Labyrinth. Woooooo. They're good.

[old blog import] You know what? FUCK living.

There's any number of things I've been meaning to write about, but never quite found the time. However that's all irrelevant right now. I don't even have the time to do anything useful, such as clean my house or make food, since it has apparently been decided that I will spend the entire weekend stressed out of my gourd having a really bad time.

Seriously, to all you people who are posting in your status about how much you're looking forward to the weekend and what a great time you had on friday night?

FUCK YOU.

Now I get to trudge up to fucking london under half a ton of poxy tills. Not a happy bunny, no sir, no how.

[old blog import] Anticlimax Stories

So then, yeah. England. Wooooo.

Been back for a week now. It's quite depressingly like I've never been away, Excepting all the new Ultraman toys on my desk. But those could have come from anywhere.

Japan was pretty ace, and maybe next week I'll get around to writing up my notes. In the meantime I have ridiculous amounts of cleaning to do. Getting back into the grind is going to be the hard part. Still, never mind eh?

It's also a whole new year, in case you haven't noticed. Haven't really kept any resolutions yet, but then it's not like I've formally made any either. The problem it's always about doing less. Less eating, less spending, less of all the (allegedlly bad stuff). Not doing something makes for a pretty rubbish goal. You've not really got anything to work towards, no sense of accomplishment. But when I look at what I managed to do last year, I can't help but wonder if there's anything left. I mean, I went out to theme parks, did bungee jumping, a bunch of J-Rock concerts, Doctor Who exhibition, bought a house and went to Japan!

I'm all out of goals, at least ones with a definate result. Yeah, be less fat, cut down on the exsessive aquisition, sell shit on ebay, remove any trace of libido from my fractured psyche. Maybe even try to get over her. No idea how I'm ever gonna achieve that one, but then I never thought I could actually buy a house and go to Japan either, so I guess anythings possible.

In other news, Ultraman Mebius is the most awesome ever since last most awesome thing ever.

I'm gonna go do the washing up.