I need to take better care of where my passport is, need to be careful about it. I mean I am not going out of the country anytime soon, but if I want to, I totally can. The magical document is wondrous. Last time I left the country I got so many action figures, and some very nice comics, including Crying Freeman. I remember thinking how cheap they all were, and how brilliant it all was. Until the currency difference hit me with a thud on credit card bill day. I am now Jack’s poor noggin. The Crying Freeman books were awesome though.
Needlessy gratuitous, extremely graphic, and almost semi porno in some pages. Just the way I like it. I <3 Ryoichi Ikegami. Not a very manga fanboy like boy, me, so I guess that will be it for such time as I complete my Lone Wolf and Cub books and read them from start to finish. Yeah, I am like that. The past month has been nearly dead as far as communication is concerned. You can tell as there was nothing to post, blog etc. about. And there was no email/phone/tweet deluge like the month before. Suddenly, around 9 in the morning day before, THINGS HAPPENED. I still hate twitter, jaiku and pownce for being fucking ridiculously buggy, but thank fuck for peeps like Sushubh and Pi whose presence makes me feel like I've gots the the intarwubs covered. I've got to get back to actual work, you ingrates, go read Willaim Gibson’s interview at Rolling Stones.
A huge Lego toy has mysteriously appeared on Zandvoort beach in Holland. Nobody knows where it comes from.
A great photoset of intriguing 19th century magic acts and circus posters. Needless to say the above is my favorite. I think Gogia Pasha is going to be my new alter ego. Serious Gogia Pasha! Aur uska Serious bhoot mahal. This is world domination stuff, this. Fried Gold.
I’ve probably mentioned this before, but somehow the universe has been kind enough to let me own a Wii. It’s a gorgeous machine and I am happy just to stand like a goofy idiot playing Golf (Golf! How I hate that sport outside of the electronic entertainment medium) all day. I do own games that let me be (among other things) a doctor (I know! Crazy!) and an Italian plumber.
What I haven’t mentioned, like ever, is that it’s Japanese. Now, there are times when you want to see an English menu, with the screen drawing pixels in the form you actually comprehend. But you know, geekery of geekeries, I actually enjoy swimming neck deep in the almost runic symbols that the Japanese language throws at me. As a result, you grow an appreciation of the various ways your brain makes sense of things. I absolutely marvel at my intuitiveness to just click the left squiggly to accept, and the right wiggly to cancel. It’s resonant with human potential, I tell you.
As a result, I may have no idea what the Miis are usually up to or if they assemble when you click the whistle just because they are Japanese in origin, or if they love you or if they are even crazy or what. I do know that they respond to you, and mock you by being happy in a round white room, while you can’t find the same hip deep in entertainment possibilities you invented for yourselves. We lack the Miiness and can’t respond to such a scenario with an even keel. It disturbs me.
Of course, much like Pi or other sane individuals, I had the option to actually buy an English language console â€“ the fact that it is Japanese doesn’t mean that’s the only flavour it understands â€“ but that would contradict my zeal to do something ridiculous each and every day, without which I don’t think I would be able to look at those fucking cartoons.
This was crazy uncle Sam, back to writing fucking cuckoo shit. Tell me something ridiculous you did today.