Perhaps thousands of words

There were no survivors because they were already dead

And in complete opposition to that title we have arrived in Japan and it is amazing to no end. The delay in postings was due to an inability to find an internet connection at first. But fortunately we have located an area at the inn that is ripe with signal and I am once again able to feed the monkey; the monkey that is constantly clawing at me from within my brain saying "EEEEEE! EEEEEE!", which I think translates into "where the fuck is the internet?!"

So right now we are in tokyo in an area called Hongo Sanchomi; it's in a great location and close to so many great places. The past two mornings we've been taken to two amazing museums and then around to different parts of the city. Last night a few of us went to Akihabara THE electronic district. It was quite a spectacle: a neon dream with shops stacked floor upon floor. Tokyo is actually not as expensive as I assumed; food is good and cheap and the mass transit system is the same only better. We did a bunch of other great stuff but I honestly don't want to talk about it. go click on the link to my friend jess or greg's blogs if you actually care.

There is, however, a downside to our stay. The truth is that I suck hard at Japanese right now; I've taken a year of it but it's certainly not enough to get far in the city. So it in turn becomes a tease. Someday, when I've become more efficient at this language I shall return to this city and become its King..or citizen. I haven't decided yet.

On friday we're taking the bullet train to kyoto where the fun begins. I am actually really looking foward to begin our class so that I can hone my skill. Kyoto should be great since it isn't so insane of a metropolis and has more Japanese culture to it; not that I mind being a few train stops away from a touching club. I'm kidding of course: it's only hardcore S&M for this healthy christian.

My wrists are getting too warm to keep this typing up. I'm going to leave you all. I'll post some pictures later so you can go "ooo" and "ahhh" sarcastically but under your breath of course so as not to wake your parents up... you losers

The Truth is...

We're bitten by spiders a lot more than we'd like to think we are.

Dot Dot Dot

If this is true It's hard to think about the amazing possibilities and breath at the same time.

That is all. Continue

Running on Fumes

Back, oh say, a year or two ago I was a deprived of the channel known as The Cartoon Network and, more importantly, Adult Swim. To me it was this awesome block of cartoons that only my friends and complete strangers had. But things have changed and my backwater cable company finally got their shit together and I've been...well I want to say overjoyed to an untold level but I really can't since I find most of Adult Swim to be pretty terrible.

I guess I should clarify: I find most of Adult Swim's original lineup to be pretty terrible. Some of the Anime they show (Most recently Samurai Champloo) is great stuff (Inuyasha chews hard) but man does a lot of the other stuff stink to high heaven.

The disaster known as Sealab is a primary example of what I'm referring to. The las two seasons were unquestionably awful despite whatever blind fanboys would like to think. It relied heavily on shock value and the idea that viewers liked all the characters when in reality people loved Murphy and just put up with the other characters. I caught the last episode and it takes a certain special suck for a comedy to instill nothing but anger in a person.

Tom Goes to the Mayor is terrible (despite the amazing Bob Odenkirk's collaboration) but I'm glad to see a cartoon aimed at homosexual cartoon goers given a chance to find its audience.

The latest batch of original programming has done little to alter my opinion. "Robot Chicken" is an example of a group of writers who think they're much much funnier then they actually are (note to Seth Green and new Family Guy: enough with the jokes in the form of obscure references IT'S NOT FUNNY ENOUGH TO BASE ALL THE HUMOR ON). It was funny for a few episodes to see old action figures spouting cuss words but it got stale faster then unrefrigerated meat .
But it's not all garbage. I'm still a fan of Aqua-teen (insanity can be funny) and while Harvey Bird-man can be iffy from episode to episode the voice acting is pretty solid among other things.
Most important is "Venture Brothers". Anyone who hasn't seen this show is really screwing themselves out of one of the few diamonds in the Adult Swim rough. It's got style and humor that doesn't just rely on dick and fart jokes. I whole heartily recommend it (Expect the botched space station episode) and thank the cartoon gods it has bee green lit for a second season.
For anyone still reading this rant I thank you for sticking with me. File this under the bitch and moan category and go get yourself some fine Venture Brothers viewing in.

The Last Time We Do Anything

It seems like no matter how many people jump upon this bandwagon electronic journaling it will never collapse. That's quite a shame since I was kind of hoping to be the one to bring it all crashing down like a pile of old Newsweeks. Not by any means of a radically new textual voice that is to now grace your straining eyes though. In fact, I have no idea what I actually meant in the first place. The point is that this trainwreck had to start somewhere and my nature as an indecisive bipedal bucket of water is not currently in the mood to give an aerodynamic fuck about it. I'm just another stupid kid whose been given a potentially loud yet ultimately muted voice to bitch and moan and cry and laugh and sing and dance and all the other colorful things we freaks have been given the ability to do by God, Satan and Stephen Hawking.

The real truth is that I have set this thing up because in about eight days I am boarding an airplane and getting hurled to the fine country of Japan for a semester in order to further my studies of its beautiful language. I am as excited as a criminal whose eight days away from the gas chamber except that I await every noxious fume, in the form of an amazing culture, that is set to travel throughout my body. It's a dream come true for me and all my friends who are set to go on the trip as well.

I figured that I needed a way to update people on what exactly I am doing during my stay so a blog suits it pretty nicely. I can't promise that I'm going to keep this thing updated constantly but it's good to know that I'll have a way to keep track of my travels for my own sake. Who knows how long my mind is going to stay in the elephant like fortitude it currently possesses?

Things I'm also a big fan of: film theory; so I'll probably chime in about that stuff whenever I see an ad for another goddamn Hillary Duff movie or something. Also I dig good old murder simulators, or as the pussies call them Video Games. Right now I'm currently playing a splendid puzzle game for the DS (yeah I've got one, yeah I like it) called Meteos.

I feel like things have already gone to shit and the only way this blog will ever get off the ground is if it's lifted by a rusty crane or something. I've probably said about 3% of what I wanted to cover in this first post but I feel like I need to wrap this up anyway. My laptop gets hot and when it's on my lap (where you figure it's meant to be) it feels like I've pissed myself. Plus I can hear hundreds of thousands of my sperm simultaneously crying out in searing pain. I care more about those guys than this post so I'm going now. Maybe eat some ice cream.