So then. 1 year.
As of yesterday it's been officially 1 year since I moved into my house. So now seems like an oppurtune moment to take stock of my so called life and see how things are going.
Well, I've still got a job which lets me pay the bills, though who knows how long that'll last at the moment. I don't particularly hate it, which is good. I seem to spend most of my waking life working, and most of that stressing which is less good. It keeps me in food and shelter and Manga, so thats the main thing.
Indeed, my main source of financial difficulty is my continuing inability to not spend several hundred pounds a month on books and CDs. Since I'm trying to make sure I put some into my savings and extra into my morgage every month this starting to leave me a little short at the end of the month. It's something I really need to work on.
When I get stressed I go shopping. 20 volumes of Manga just yesterday. Seriously.
Still, onwards with lifes audit.
I apparently still have a couple of friends, which is good. I don't really see any of them that much though. Ollie & Ben maybe once every couple of weeks. Nathan once a month if that. Whilst I do try to go out and do stuff needless to say I'll be doing it alone. This does get rather depressing. I don't really expect anyone to want to be around me at all, and I'm I certainly grateful when they take the time to do so.
As I said I try to go out. If there's something happening that interests me then I'll try and check it out. Assuming I'm not on call. Stuff does have a tendancy to happen in very expensive, tiring clusters however. But I'm trying to do things I wouldn't normally do. I mean, I've been to Japan for 2 weeks with a group of total strangers. I've been bungee jumping and to the opera. I've gone up to london just to see a film. Hell, I even signed up to a dating site and started playing the lottery.
Nothing really helps, but you can't say I'm not making an effort.
At the end of the day, despite all this I seem to spend an inordinate amount of time being depressed. Perhaps I'm not quite as suicidal as I was, and I seem to think about shooting myself in the head on a less frequent basis, but still. Somethings missing. I'm stuck where I am, and just don't seem to be going anywhere. But where do I need to go in life?
If I had an answer to that I could work out how to get there. Thats the thing about isolation, theres no additional input aside from yourself. It's the Star Wars Paradox. You plus a group of like minded individuals, doing your thing in the reeal world and dealing with it's challenges and you get A New Hope. You on your own in your own little world and you get The Phantom Menace.
Thursday, 2 April 2009
Tuesday, 24 March 2009
[old blog import] Teenage Lesbian Tramp Chocolate Night.
Well, An Cafe was fun.
Had a nice fun queue, chatting with a few random bods. J-Rock gigs do seem to have exceptionally friendly queues. I'm not sure why.
Scary thing is I'm starting to recognize people, and some of them recognize me. Encountered a few bods from LM.C inside and out, including a rather strange young thing who only refers to me as "awesome dude". Ahh, if only she knew the truth...
Anyway, fun with happy random peeps, and once more I will no doubt grace the facebook pages of complete strangers, which is frankly starting to become a bit of a habit.
But anyway, the gig itself. What was it like? Well to sum it in several words I can only say this;
I can't believe they actually played duck no magical adventure. Seriously.
Of course it was good. It was however quite short, with everything wrapping up around half nine or so. But then I guess thatsto expected with no support band. But they played well, worked the crowd, beat the security guards with hammers and a good time was most definately had by all. They played a lot of new songs, which although I didn't know were all cool, and are certainly making me look forward to listening to the new album.
I really should be able to say more than that, but frankly I'm incredibly tired. I've been having a rather shitty few weeks at work and have been stressed out of gourd for quite a long time. Tonight was a fun diversion from all that, but it has left me rather drained.
Drained, but Nyappy.
And Nyappy is half the battle.
Had a nice fun queue, chatting with a few random bods. J-Rock gigs do seem to have exceptionally friendly queues. I'm not sure why.
Scary thing is I'm starting to recognize people, and some of them recognize me. Encountered a few bods from LM.C inside and out, including a rather strange young thing who only refers to me as "awesome dude". Ahh, if only she knew the truth...
Anyway, fun with happy random peeps, and once more I will no doubt grace the facebook pages of complete strangers, which is frankly starting to become a bit of a habit.
But anyway, the gig itself. What was it like? Well to sum it in several words I can only say this;
I can't believe they actually played duck no magical adventure. Seriously.
Of course it was good. It was however quite short, with everything wrapping up around half nine or so. But then I guess thatsto expected with no support band. But they played well, worked the crowd, beat the security guards with hammers and a good time was most definately had by all. They played a lot of new songs, which although I didn't know were all cool, and are certainly making me look forward to listening to the new album.
I really should be able to say more than that, but frankly I'm incredibly tired. I've been having a rather shitty few weeks at work and have been stressed out of gourd for quite a long time. Tonight was a fun diversion from all that, but it has left me rather drained.
Drained, but Nyappy.
And Nyappy is half the battle.
Saturday, 14 March 2009
[old blog import] FTINMWTFSBWWTA
Lat night I dreamed that I was getting a train in Japan. Carrying my 72" Biogenetic Bone Spear and a large plastic dustbin.
When I got on the train there was a video advert thing that featured footage of me and those other poor unfortunate souls I went to Japan with getting off a coach.
Later, or possibly earlier, I think there was something about piercings, but I don't really know what.
Interpret THAT if you dare.
When I got on the train there was a video advert thing that featured footage of me and those other poor unfortunate souls I went to Japan with getting off a coach.
Later, or possibly earlier, I think there was something about piercings, but I don't really know what.
Interpret THAT if you dare.
Friday, 6 March 2009
[old blog import] Opera-tion. You're the Doctor. It's so much fun to play
I awake this morning with a mouth that feels like a war crime. The product of a late night kebab? Or perhaps some mystical biological interpretation of the current themes of nuclear destruction that seem to attend my various cultural forays?
Okay, it was probably the kebab.
Anyway, that doesn't change the fact that I went out to the opera last night. We saw a little piece called Doctor Atomic, which is about Oppenheimer and the lead up to the detonation of the first ever nuclear bomb.
It was, all things considered, rather good. Obviouslly my experience of opera is somewhat limited, so my judgements are skewed accordingly and scarcely professional. But then I'm writing in my internets blog, not a reputable journal of cultural discussion. So who cares?
The first and probably most impressive thing about the performance was the visual impact of the whole thing. Utilising a simple but versatile movable scaffoldy type job and a couple of bits of furniture and whatnot they achieve a remarkable dynamic between the settings of various scenes. Intelligent use of lighting and clever projections enhance the whole thing greatly. Mad props also go out to the direction. There's almost always a whole load of something going on in the background. It's almost like an episode of Trapdoor in terms of the amount of movement going on. Awesome stagecraft. I was most impressed.
The acting is kind of hard to judge, as in this context it's really part of the music. I've already mentioned the sheer amount of buisness going on though, which does count in the department quite significantly. The performances were all pretty good, though not being a particular expert in this field it's hard to pick out particular highlights or dissapointments. I will however say that the lead role was being covered by an understudy, as the normal guy was off sick. I didn't think this detracted from the performance in any way, and the guy who was playing the part was good. Indeed, I have the opinion that an understudy is in many ways going to give a better performance than a big star, since this is a big chance for them and they'll be trying harder.
Musically it was pretty interesting, and certainly gave of a good range of ambient doominess in places, with a fairly soundtracky vibe. I'm such a philistine I know, but there was one movement that really did make me think it would work well on a chase scene.
There is one major sticking point with the piece though, which is what can only be described as "the hair sniffing scene". It was wrong, creepy and overlong. There are lengths to which one can push a metaphor. This scene pushed it past the point of no return, off a cliff, and several miles out to see. Going on at length about haory women that smell like sailors is just.... well, you see what I mean.
Sorry mate, your poetic licence has been revoked.
Other than that particular bit of sheer perversity, all good. Didn't really seem like it was about 3 hours long, which was good, but also kind of weird as it did feel rather padded in places.
I'd say, all in all, that it was a fun and interesting night out. I'd recommend doing something like this easily, and would probably go see an opera again if one took my fancy.
That however is with the proviso of price. I got the seats for this on special offer. They only cost me £10 each. The RRP on them was more like £70. If you're wondering what it is exactly thats stopping the masses from appreciating the arts, then let me point out that nobody is going to check something out for £70+. Get me some reasonabley priced seats however, and I'll be there.
Culture, motherfuckers. Try it.
Okay, it was probably the kebab.
Anyway, that doesn't change the fact that I went out to the opera last night. We saw a little piece called Doctor Atomic, which is about Oppenheimer and the lead up to the detonation of the first ever nuclear bomb.
It was, all things considered, rather good. Obviouslly my experience of opera is somewhat limited, so my judgements are skewed accordingly and scarcely professional. But then I'm writing in my internets blog, not a reputable journal of cultural discussion. So who cares?
The first and probably most impressive thing about the performance was the visual impact of the whole thing. Utilising a simple but versatile movable scaffoldy type job and a couple of bits of furniture and whatnot they achieve a remarkable dynamic between the settings of various scenes. Intelligent use of lighting and clever projections enhance the whole thing greatly. Mad props also go out to the direction. There's almost always a whole load of something going on in the background. It's almost like an episode of Trapdoor in terms of the amount of movement going on. Awesome stagecraft. I was most impressed.
The acting is kind of hard to judge, as in this context it's really part of the music. I've already mentioned the sheer amount of buisness going on though, which does count in the department quite significantly. The performances were all pretty good, though not being a particular expert in this field it's hard to pick out particular highlights or dissapointments. I will however say that the lead role was being covered by an understudy, as the normal guy was off sick. I didn't think this detracted from the performance in any way, and the guy who was playing the part was good. Indeed, I have the opinion that an understudy is in many ways going to give a better performance than a big star, since this is a big chance for them and they'll be trying harder.
Musically it was pretty interesting, and certainly gave of a good range of ambient doominess in places, with a fairly soundtracky vibe. I'm such a philistine I know, but there was one movement that really did make me think it would work well on a chase scene.
There is one major sticking point with the piece though, which is what can only be described as "the hair sniffing scene". It was wrong, creepy and overlong. There are lengths to which one can push a metaphor. This scene pushed it past the point of no return, off a cliff, and several miles out to see. Going on at length about haory women that smell like sailors is just.... well, you see what I mean.
Sorry mate, your poetic licence has been revoked.
Other than that particular bit of sheer perversity, all good. Didn't really seem like it was about 3 hours long, which was good, but also kind of weird as it did feel rather padded in places.
I'd say, all in all, that it was a fun and interesting night out. I'd recommend doing something like this easily, and would probably go see an opera again if one took my fancy.
That however is with the proviso of price. I got the seats for this on special offer. They only cost me £10 each. The RRP on them was more like £70. If you're wondering what it is exactly thats stopping the masses from appreciating the arts, then let me point out that nobody is going to check something out for £70+. Get me some reasonabley priced seats however, and I'll be there.
Culture, motherfuckers. Try it.
Wednesday, 25 February 2009
[old blog import] Welcome to the 20th century, boys.
There are at least three thing that truly make a Japanese film Japanese, even more so than being actually made by Japanese people speaking Japanese in Japan.
Those three thing off course being Giant Robots, Nuking the shit out of Tokyo, and thinly veiled Ultraman References.
20th Century Boys is a very Japanese film. It is also a rather good one. This comes as something of relief actually, considering that it's cost me nearly thirty quid to go see it. But the point of the excersize was that the film was actually seeable at the cinema. Even if I did have to trek all the way up to poxy London for the privilage.
The film is pretty much good all around. Well directed, well acted (even the baby was good!) and with an involving plot and good SPFX when the situation calls for.
It is worth noting that, as is often the case with this sort of thing, it's kind of obviously based on a longer running Manga. Whilst things do build towards the eventual finale in a fairly cohesive fashion which allays the whole "spot the end of the chapter" feeling you get from some other films (I'm looking at you Mushishi) there is a distinct feeling that some portion of the story has been glossed over in order to fit the film into a manageble running time. Whilst you technically could have sped up the pacing in the first half of the film you'd loose the whole sense of building up the mystery. But aside from that one obvious skip, the whole thing flows very well.
And of course, this is just part one. There is, as they say, more where that came from.
Overall I really enjoyed it. I'm quite keen to see part two, though whether or not that'll get a release over here remains a mystery for the future. And whilst future events such as these may well affect you in the future, you'll forgive me if I don't hold my breath. At the very least I'm certainly inclined to pick up the Manga so I can get the full depth of the story.
Because if theres one thing I really NEED right now it's another extensive series of Manga to buy into.
At the end of the day this is another really good Japanese film, which shows of the kind of awesome that Japanese cinema has to offer, but which will never get any sort of widespread release because of that crazy foreign jibber jabbber that keeps going on, so you'll never get to see this at your local cinema.
SERIOUSLY PEOPLE. SUBTITLES ARE NOT HARD.
Those three thing off course being Giant Robots, Nuking the shit out of Tokyo, and thinly veiled Ultraman References.
20th Century Boys is a very Japanese film. It is also a rather good one. This comes as something of relief actually, considering that it's cost me nearly thirty quid to go see it. But the point of the excersize was that the film was actually seeable at the cinema. Even if I did have to trek all the way up to poxy London for the privilage.
The film is pretty much good all around. Well directed, well acted (even the baby was good!) and with an involving plot and good SPFX when the situation calls for.
It is worth noting that, as is often the case with this sort of thing, it's kind of obviously based on a longer running Manga. Whilst things do build towards the eventual finale in a fairly cohesive fashion which allays the whole "spot the end of the chapter" feeling you get from some other films (I'm looking at you Mushishi) there is a distinct feeling that some portion of the story has been glossed over in order to fit the film into a manageble running time. Whilst you technically could have sped up the pacing in the first half of the film you'd loose the whole sense of building up the mystery. But aside from that one obvious skip, the whole thing flows very well.
And of course, this is just part one. There is, as they say, more where that came from.
Overall I really enjoyed it. I'm quite keen to see part two, though whether or not that'll get a release over here remains a mystery for the future. And whilst future events such as these may well affect you in the future, you'll forgive me if I don't hold my breath. At the very least I'm certainly inclined to pick up the Manga so I can get the full depth of the story.
Because if theres one thing I really NEED right now it's another extensive series of Manga to buy into.
At the end of the day this is another really good Japanese film, which shows of the kind of awesome that Japanese cinema has to offer, but which will never get any sort of widespread release because of that crazy foreign jibber jabbber that keeps going on, so you'll never get to see this at your local cinema.
SERIOUSLY PEOPLE. SUBTITLES ARE NOT HARD.
Wednesday, 18 February 2009
[old blog import] Is it done yet?
I have, at long last, finally completed my Japan trip scrapbook. It's only taken me a month and a half to find the time, and several rolls of sellotape to complete the hideous mishmash of random junk, flyers, tickets and whatever else caught my attention for whatever incomprehensible reason.
It's random, poorly organised, crudely stiched together and will doubtlessly age poorly and fall apart with time, but somehow that all strikes me as strangely appropriate. It reflects it's creator quite well in that regard.
The question I find myself asking however, is after all that, what was the point? It's not like anyone will ever see it except me. And I've seen it all already. Not really sure where this line of thought is going, probably nowhere. But it nevertheless remains a question, hanging over the completed artifact. Possibly like the sword of damocles. More realisically like one of those air fresheners shaped like a christmas tree or something.
Anyway, whatever, I don't fucking know.
It's done, thats the main thing.
It's random, poorly organised, crudely stiched together and will doubtlessly age poorly and fall apart with time, but somehow that all strikes me as strangely appropriate. It reflects it's creator quite well in that regard.
The question I find myself asking however, is after all that, what was the point? It's not like anyone will ever see it except me. And I've seen it all already. Not really sure where this line of thought is going, probably nowhere. But it nevertheless remains a question, hanging over the completed artifact. Possibly like the sword of damocles. More realisically like one of those air fresheners shaped like a christmas tree or something.
Anyway, whatever, I don't fucking know.
It's done, thats the main thing.
Friday, 13 February 2009
[old blog import] Friday The Umpteenth
Whilst tomorrow will no doubt be a day for sitting alone, eating to much choclolate and quietly sobbing, today was only suited to an entirely different sort of pursuit.
Because if you go down to the woods today you're sure of a big suprise. If by "suprise" you in fact mean "Machete in the FACE".
So yeah, I went to see the ne Friday The 13th movie. How could I not? I've liked Friday The 13th movies for a long time and frankly found the idea of a remake quite interesting. Normally I would be against the very notion with military zeal and a fanatical gleam in my eye, but Friday is for me a unique case. After all, the popular image of Jason does not make it onto screen until halfway through part 3. So how would this be handled? You are, after all left with the choice of remaking 3 films into one, or rewriting the mythology of the series in a dangerous way. So since to much Doctor Who has fosterd an interest in story structure and script editing in my feeble little mind this promised to be quite interesting from a technical standpoint if nothing else.
I'm pleased and frankly shocked to say that I found it to be a highly enjoyable experience. The movie stays true the essense of the series whilst jettisoning the bloated continuity that it finds unessesary to the telling of the story it wants to tell. So no zombie Jasons, psychic teenagers or anything like that. Just a big scary guy, in the woods, killing the shit out of a group of students or whatever in various fun ways. Spot the stiff is scarcely the most challenging game to play in a Friday The 13th movie. It it breathes, it dies. Spot the survivor is slightly more challenging, and this movie does actually pull a couple of tricks to give at least a small suprise as to who that is.
Worth noting are the many visual cues sprinkled throughout the film as a kind of tribute to all that has gone before, so if your familiar with the others theres a little something extra to look out for. It's interesting to contrast this technique with AvP2, where the whole thing felt like it had been storyboarded using clips from Predator and Alien, and just felt forced and unnatural. This movie achieves a much more subtle direction for these kind of shots.
The characters are, as ever, basically just meat. But at least a few of them acieve some small trace of depth or likability. Just a shame none of them survive.
Jason himself looks good, with a really solid performance from the guy playing him. Because solidity is what Jason's all about. He is an implacable, inescapable force of death. It's worth noting that whilst you do get a glimpse of the unmasked Jason a couple of times you never quite see him clearly. Just enough to tell he's deformed and hideous, but not enough to quite grasp the full makeup. This works very well. The unseen is always scarier after all.
The the film has an interesting structure, with the events of the original film covered in the first 5 minutes, followed up by what could almost be considered a mini Friday movie (which I guess you could call the part 2 section) which eventually ties into the main section (which could be considered the part 3 bit.) It's the area where Jason gets his mask, so I suppose thats a reasonably apposite summation.
So all in all, happy fun times all around, despite the presence of a certain name in the credits. I'm guessing that his production role wasn't massively hands on. Though there was one brief moment of hyperflamable tunnel that ALMOST looked like an explosion chasing someone down a hallway. I'll bet that was his idea. Fucking hack.
But yeah, enough of that git. JASON LIVES.
Of course he does. There's always room for a sequel. It's like jello.
Murder flavored Jello.
Because if you go down to the woods today you're sure of a big suprise. If by "suprise" you in fact mean "Machete in the FACE".
So yeah, I went to see the ne Friday The 13th movie. How could I not? I've liked Friday The 13th movies for a long time and frankly found the idea of a remake quite interesting. Normally I would be against the very notion with military zeal and a fanatical gleam in my eye, but Friday is for me a unique case. After all, the popular image of Jason does not make it onto screen until halfway through part 3. So how would this be handled? You are, after all left with the choice of remaking 3 films into one, or rewriting the mythology of the series in a dangerous way. So since to much Doctor Who has fosterd an interest in story structure and script editing in my feeble little mind this promised to be quite interesting from a technical standpoint if nothing else.
I'm pleased and frankly shocked to say that I found it to be a highly enjoyable experience. The movie stays true the essense of the series whilst jettisoning the bloated continuity that it finds unessesary to the telling of the story it wants to tell. So no zombie Jasons, psychic teenagers or anything like that. Just a big scary guy, in the woods, killing the shit out of a group of students or whatever in various fun ways. Spot the stiff is scarcely the most challenging game to play in a Friday The 13th movie. It it breathes, it dies. Spot the survivor is slightly more challenging, and this movie does actually pull a couple of tricks to give at least a small suprise as to who that is.
Worth noting are the many visual cues sprinkled throughout the film as a kind of tribute to all that has gone before, so if your familiar with the others theres a little something extra to look out for. It's interesting to contrast this technique with AvP2, where the whole thing felt like it had been storyboarded using clips from Predator and Alien, and just felt forced and unnatural. This movie achieves a much more subtle direction for these kind of shots.
The characters are, as ever, basically just meat. But at least a few of them acieve some small trace of depth or likability. Just a shame none of them survive.
Jason himself looks good, with a really solid performance from the guy playing him. Because solidity is what Jason's all about. He is an implacable, inescapable force of death. It's worth noting that whilst you do get a glimpse of the unmasked Jason a couple of times you never quite see him clearly. Just enough to tell he's deformed and hideous, but not enough to quite grasp the full makeup. This works very well. The unseen is always scarier after all.
The the film has an interesting structure, with the events of the original film covered in the first 5 minutes, followed up by what could almost be considered a mini Friday movie (which I guess you could call the part 2 section) which eventually ties into the main section (which could be considered the part 3 bit.) It's the area where Jason gets his mask, so I suppose thats a reasonably apposite summation.
So all in all, happy fun times all around, despite the presence of a certain name in the credits. I'm guessing that his production role wasn't massively hands on. Though there was one brief moment of hyperflamable tunnel that ALMOST looked like an explosion chasing someone down a hallway. I'll bet that was his idea. Fucking hack.
But yeah, enough of that git. JASON LIVES.
Of course he does. There's always room for a sequel. It's like jello.
Murder flavored Jello.
Tuesday, 3 February 2009
[old blog import] In many ways this could be considered a rhetorical question
So, how good are LM.C live? Do you rock, rock the L M C? Because I've been rock, rocking on the L M C, and I have to say, it was rather good.
The queue was kind of fun. It's not every day you get hugs and bicuits from random strangers just for turning up. There was a certain amount of, shall we say, disorganisation as the campers at the front tried to sort themselves out, and the back and forth did become rather tedious, but whatever. We're not here to que, are we? We're here to rock, rock the L M C. Is that joke getting old yet? I could use it bunch more times if you'd like. No? Oh well....
So yeah LM.C take to the stage and blast through an awesome set for something a little over an hour and a half. I can't remeber what songs they played off hand, and it would be tedious to list them anyway. They worked the crowd well, despite their lack of english. Indeed, they did get a girl in the front row to translate a bit, which was pretty fun. A real nice touch was the guy who came out before the band for a little chat about the difficulties getting here, and to tell everyone to take care, not push the band and stuff like that. Maybe it's because they're not used to playing venues like the underworld (shitholes) or maybe they do that all the time, I don't know. It gave proceeding a nice personal touch.
There was a meet and greet session after the concert, but I decided not to stick around for a number of reasons. Such as concern over the trains, being absolutely knackered, not wanting to pay to much for the taxi. But mainly because the place was rather crowded, and it's really not like I have anything particularly edifying to say in the first place. I like your music! Bet they haven't heard that before.
Again tonight witnessed the strange phenomenon of people twlling me I look cool and/or asking to take photos of me. I'm still a little disturbed by this behaviour. Whilst it's very nice and all, I have to wonder why they keep doing it. Did I suddenly wake up interesting last week? I don't feel interesting. In fact I'm pretty sure I'm as boring as ever, probably more so. Maybe fashioned changed when I wasn't looking and ugly is the new awesome? Who can tell?
That guy. He'd know. Ask him.
Anyway, I am go sleep now, for I am tired beyond the ken of mortals. Maybe even beyond their barbies as well.
After all, it's not like I went to sleep at half six yesterday evening or anything, oh no.
I am such an old man right now.
The queue was kind of fun. It's not every day you get hugs and bicuits from random strangers just for turning up. There was a certain amount of, shall we say, disorganisation as the campers at the front tried to sort themselves out, and the back and forth did become rather tedious, but whatever. We're not here to que, are we? We're here to rock, rock the L M C. Is that joke getting old yet? I could use it bunch more times if you'd like. No? Oh well....
So yeah LM.C take to the stage and blast through an awesome set for something a little over an hour and a half. I can't remeber what songs they played off hand, and it would be tedious to list them anyway. They worked the crowd well, despite their lack of english. Indeed, they did get a girl in the front row to translate a bit, which was pretty fun. A real nice touch was the guy who came out before the band for a little chat about the difficulties getting here, and to tell everyone to take care, not push the band and stuff like that. Maybe it's because they're not used to playing venues like the underworld (shitholes) or maybe they do that all the time, I don't know. It gave proceeding a nice personal touch.
There was a meet and greet session after the concert, but I decided not to stick around for a number of reasons. Such as concern over the trains, being absolutely knackered, not wanting to pay to much for the taxi. But mainly because the place was rather crowded, and it's really not like I have anything particularly edifying to say in the first place. I like your music! Bet they haven't heard that before.
Again tonight witnessed the strange phenomenon of people twlling me I look cool and/or asking to take photos of me. I'm still a little disturbed by this behaviour. Whilst it's very nice and all, I have to wonder why they keep doing it. Did I suddenly wake up interesting last week? I don't feel interesting. In fact I'm pretty sure I'm as boring as ever, probably more so. Maybe fashioned changed when I wasn't looking and ugly is the new awesome? Who can tell?
That guy. He'd know. Ask him.
Anyway, I am go sleep now, for I am tired beyond the ken of mortals. Maybe even beyond their barbies as well.
After all, it's not like I went to sleep at half six yesterday evening or anything, oh no.
I am such an old man right now.
Saturday, 31 January 2009
[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.
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.
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