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4.28.04/01:49 jinxyshaped razorphants in my pants That's a poem I wrote a while back that I never put up on the site like I thought I did. There are a few more that I thought were posted, but they aren't. Over the next few days I will try to fix that. They're just more examples of how I've already passed my prime when it comes to poem-writing.
[divinorum] short story
And above this paragraph, this is a short story excerpted from decadent duplicity, which would have never seen the light of day if I didn't post it here. It was a failed experiment, which I've abandoned for other projects that I have more hope in. Sometimes the best thing about writing something isn't the finished product, but just the experience of writing it.
Probably I will just gut it and turn the scenes I like into short stories.
So, holy smokes, batman. I went all the way to Shelbyville and stayed there for 21 hours. It seems like I spent more time driving there and back than I actually spent being there. I was lying on the couch at midnight this morning, and it occurred to me that I needed to get out of that place. I don't know why, but it seemed like the right thing to do.
I'm prone to fits of spontaneity sometimes.
Maybe it was because I miss you. I had a dream about you today, and it was far better than being awake. If I'd have known it was a dream while I was dreaming it, I'd have never let myself wake up. Actually, the phone woke me up. My mosimosi wasn't genki enough, because she asked me:
"A, Zyoodan-kun. Nete-ta?"
I was, but it's probably not good to be guuguu netyatta at 3 in the afternoon. So I woke up and tried to be productive today. I went to Long John Silver's and saw they were hiring, but then my brain scolded me for even considering such a thing. Not 'cause it sucks so bad, but because it would make me hate the food there and I don't want to do that to myself.
Tomorrow, should I get motivated enough, I will put up the five or six pictures I took while I was out of town. Until then, I'm going to stomp on the floor and ponder the t-shirt that Chubbs told me about that one of her friends was wearing that says 'I can't dance without arrows'.
Symbolically, that's the story of my life. 4.27.04/08:01 life
Life is
the heaviest burden Sometime over the next few days I may make a pilgrimage to Shelbyville. There are a few people I have to visit and if I want to make a trip like this, I need to do it now. I've been putting in applications all around town so I can get a second job, all part of my mission to raise 2 million yen before school starts. [2 million yen = six hundred American dollars]
And my digital lease for the site expires in five days, but I plan to work on that when I get back. Probably there will be no interruption in service, but it's just something to ponder in case I end up disposed in this backwater junction longer than I'm anticipating. Other than that, there's not much else to tell. I finished Snow Falling on Cedars, and it was good. 4.22.04/20:03 vegetating worshipper of atrophy
And that's my ship I spent an hour today getting. You have to invest in the industry of Nagasaki and build it up to 1000 if you want them to build you a Tekkousen. Still not even as good as a Venetian Galeass, but it is made of STEEL, which is pretty freakin' sweet til you get damaged in a storm two seconds out of the port and lose your 100 rating. And I realize all of this is just geeky rambling that means very little to you or anyone else with a clue.
This, of course, is a golf club. I found it last week when I was exploring CMU campus with Sarah and her friend Dan. It's a 5 iron, as the name of the picture would indicate if you hold your mouse over it. Like I was telling Nick, I have a pretty good idea of what I want to do with this golf club that will be fun. 4.19.04/22:21 last day of school! hurrah! Okay, technically it's tomorrow when I go and turn this seven-page comparative analysis in, but I'm just so happy to be done with that two hour Asian History final that I probably bombed anyways. Other than that, I'm pretty happy. I got a AA on Break Down last week, and over the weekend I beat like four random people at literati. I'm actually over 1600 again...
And check out this picture. It's the charcoal sketch I've been working on since Thursday. It's called 'gin with magdalene' and if you click on the thumbnail you can see the rest of it. Don't look at it if sketches of naked girls offend you, though. I don't know what to do with it now. I think I want to sell it. If you want to buy it, it's 2x3 feet and the asking price is $250 + s&h.
That's not all I've been up to, either. I've been playing lots of geetar and fiddling with some new songs. Working on some new stuff for Nicotine Fist, too. Maybe sometime soon I can put up a new song. For now, you'll just have to settle for a morbid short story that isn't based on anything true.
[under the streetlight] short story
I'm not sure what I want my next big project to be. Maybe I'll take a day or two off and finish reading 'Snow Falling on Cedars'. I'm only on chapter 4 right now, but I think it's pretty good. There are some other books I have laying around that I should probably read too, now that it's summer. 4.18.04/07:39 prolonged hibernation It's been a long weekend. There've been adventures, there're stories to be told, there will be pictures. But this must all wait until I wake up. I'm monstrously tired and so I think I'm going to sleep for about 15 hours. Good night. 4.15.04/22:14 lasto nihongo no zyuugyo... It was pretty sad. I think Tsurui Sensei is leaving us to go back to Japan. Ah, I will miss her. She was the very first instructor we ever had, and she just kind of jumped into the classroom that first day of class two years ago all full of energy and awesomeness with sake bottles and cans for props.
In this picture on the left, she's the cute one in the very front. Majima Sensei took this picture today with Tsurui Sensei's camera (which is nearly identical to mine). Today's picture is better than the other one because everybody actually showed up today, or I think everybody was there. It seemed like it...
Oh. I guess I should explain the poem from yesterday, if you haven't seen it yet. It's not meant to be significant. The first two lines came to me while I was brushing my teeth, so I ran downstairs to type them down before I forgot them. Then I dropped my toothbrush on the keyboard accidentally. Once I had the first two lines, finishing it was a breeze.
And I started a new project today. I went to K-Mart and bought some premium posterboard and now I'm doing a charcoal pencil sketch. You'll have to wait 'til I'm finished if you want to know what it's a picture of. No, it's not another hentai faerie. Good guess, though. 4.15.04/00:29 twice a day
twice a day I die for you
slides right into the seams 4.12.04/21:56 happy belated easter
Here's a conversation I had the other day on AIM with who I thought was my sister:
chubbs:
so
tell the truth what do you really think about our dad
4.10.04/08:20 taisetsu na yoozi Let's start off today's post by re-linking the Sealab 2021 Theme Tab, which has been re-worked by a helpful visitor. Thanks to Cam for sending it in.
And the thumbnail for this picture is like the smallest one I've ever seen. Thank you Majima Sensei for taking it, and thank you Tsurui Sensei for letting me borrow the Hello Kitty hat, even though you can't see it in this pic.
That's pretty much all I've got for now. I'm kind of upset about this whole working-on-Easter-and-not-getting-overtime thing. I mean, Jesus died so I can get time-and-a-half. At least, that's how I interpreted it.
Oh, and Chubbs is coming to visit again for two days. I'm pretty excited 'bout that. Don't expect any new stuff 'til around Monday sometime, for I will be busy with Easter festivities and whatnot. More so with whatnot, I think. 4.8.04/22:56 hara ga tatte, shikata ga nai.
From: "Sodaking"
<orders@sodaking.com>
Re: Order Number: 17444
Dear Valued Customer:
Gwah! #$*@&^!!! Komatta naa!!! I am so angry about this soda thing. I've been looking forward to it all week, and technically it should already BE here by now. This was like the highlight of my week and now it's ruined.
Saa, zannen da nee.
But I guess there's not much I can do about it. I mean, I've waited six years, so probably a few more weeks won't kill me. After all, it's just soda.
But really, it's NOT just soda. It's not even about that. Everything I ever look forward to just turns to shit. I'm probably going to get a D in this stupid Asian History class, and I still don't know anything about Japan. I'm missing deadlines for things left and right because I can't do them without an acceptance letter, if I even get in.
And now I'm just ranting. Just another nekku ni natta ko. And it's raining. It's been raining all week, actually. I can't stand this freaking rain. I love storms, but not this drizzling, cold drippy nonsense.
It would take something pretty fantabulous to cheer me up right now. Something like a train full of innocent tourists plummeting off a cliff into a river of angry, hungry hippopotamuses with halitosis. 4.8.04/00:05 symbol for calcium I ran into Karen on the bus today. She spent maybe 30 minutes trying to teach me chemistry and acting all superior because she knows what the lowest temperature on an absolute scale is and how to make cat-ions. Like I tried to tell her, chemistry is simply not my bag. Then I just started talking to her in Japanese for the remainder of the bus trip. Good times.
This is a drink I invented. It's called a crushed rupee, the idea being that someone took one of those oversized red rupees from Zelda: Link to the Past and crunched it up and made a drink out of it. What you do is to make a tray of cranberry juice ice cubes and then put a few in a glass. You then fill in the space between the cubes with sprite. Only I didn't have any sprite today. I ran out.
I've been busy today. I came home and learned how to play another song I've always liked since way back in the day. I'm sure there are not many of you out there who are Marilyn Manson fans. Personally, I can't really get into much of his music. But there is one single he did that I really like that never got much play. This will be the first track to feature both acoustic geetar AND bongos.
[down in the park] acoustic Marilyn Manson cover 2.3 MB mp3
This song appears on Lunchbox, and normally I would encourage you to run out and buy it, but the inside cover art is NOT something you should ever, ever, ever see. The first time I ever heard this song I was 13 or 14 and I had Crazy Matt copy it onto a tape for me, which I had to hide from my evil step-mom because she thought Marilyn Manson was the devil. In reality, SHE is the devil. I won't mention Natalie's name, though, cause that would be mean. Oops.
And I didn't realize I was so behind on keeping the song lyrics and download songs pages up to date. It's been like two months I think since I've gone in and plugged in the stuff I've put up on the main page. Seems like a lot of people downloading songs this month for some reason. Movies too. Now I just need to make a movies menu page. That will probably come when I finish tooling around with this layout and finding a font I can use 'justify' on. 4.7.04/00:12 magnetic realizations I went to see Sakai-san today. She laughed at the sunglasses I stole from Sam. She said I look like 'that actor, that one with the long black coat, what's his name? Keanu Reeves.' That had me rolling. We were talking about my family and I told her I really don't like my okaasan no okaasan and asked her if that made me a warui hito. She said it's normal to kirai people in your kazoku.
[improvised classical riff] 8mb MOV
This movie is just me playing a short mock-classical piece I made up one day a long time ago. It's pretty much just an excuse for me to log in some time on this geetar I'm borrowing from Del while he's on his mission. As you can see, it's been slightly re-strung.
And Nick has given me an idea that never even occurred to me before this. Or it did, but I kind of thought it was a dumb idea. I can post these papers I have to write for Samurais and Westerns class and call them 'movie reviews'. Don't be fooled by the name, though, the review I read of Nick's was lighthearted and cool. These are tedious analyses for a grade. I'd recommend all the films we've seen so far, though.
[discussion of after the rain] homework assignment
And then just now I got this great idea that I would tab out the exceedingly simple geetar piece from the little movie two paragraphs above this. I've never tabbed anything before with the technical mono-spaced string representations, and it's kind of time-consuming and excruciatingly delightful. Though I'd hate to have to do it for something like Pachelbel's Canon. I tried to learn that in 10th grade and only got to the second page.
[improvised classical riff] geetar tab 4.6.04/00:32 obaasan ga kaerimasu... Today's beard rating is: scruff. It's borderline Musashi, but I'm not going to give myself that full honor just yet. So anyway, grandma is coming home early because Dad does not have to stay in Florida or work nights next month. Time to clean up all the liquor bottles, condom wrappers, and dead hookers.
Just kidding about the condom wrappers.
I'm actually kind of happy she's coming back. When it comes to basic domestic chores I'm pretty much helpless. There are many simple things that have given me trouble. I couldn't tie my shoes 'til I was 11. Couldn't ride a bike until I was 12. Couldn't whistle until I was 15.
And I still don't know how to swim.
I was so tired when I got home today I took a nap that lasted five hours. I don't expect to be able to sleep again for awhile. I really want to write more, but it's like what Chuck Palahniuk says about writing being like having to take a dump.
You either have to or you don't.
Today, you came here looking for content. Looking for some distraction. I don't have any. I was going to do a stand-up comedy routine, but it doesn't work very well in this format because I'm sitting. 04.04.04/21:12 people who suck at life
If he were smarter, he'd have filled the sink with water and drowned himself in it. Damn amateurs. Here's another tip: when you slash your wrists, go diagonal. In fact, make big x's across them and twist the knife so the wounds won't heal.
Wow. That was so morbid and cynical of me. Probably I really am crazy. In fact, I know I am. This morning I spent 60 dollars to have soda pop delivered to my house from California. Soda pop. There's a reason, though, and it has to do with why I rarely get sick.
So back to my story about the soda pop. In this little town where we went every year, there were lots of arcades and cool shops. One of them was a surf shop where they sold boogie boards and Billabong and Quiksilver shirts and hats before they became uber-popular. They also had this line of sodas called Skeleteens drinks.
I'm a big fan of these drinks. They are all really spicy and awesome sodas with exceedingly cool labels. But sometime around 1998 they stopped making them. I was crushed.
But yesterday, while surfing the web at work, I happened to make a discovery: they have started bottling my soda again. Yokatta desu nee! As soon as I got home I ordered 12 Black Lemonades and 12 Brain Washes. Ah, good times. Too bad bottles weigh so much. Shipping and handling for 41 pounds of soda is rough. 4.3.04/07:58 So I guess I have about a month left on the lease for the rights to the name peachycomics.com. I haven't yet made the final decision to renew it for another year. If you feel really strongly about it, perhaps you should IM your concerns to me. My screenname is Damien Diablos. In case you were wondering why I chose this particular moniker, Damien Diablos is an anagram of Isabel Diamond, a famous adult film star from the 80's.
The frequently asked questions page has finally been updated. Thanks to all of you whose stupid questions have lowered my expectations and standards for humans everywhere. Really bringin' down that bar.
On a related note, March has been banished to the archives for stealing my watch.
And I would just like to take this opportunity to thank a few people for their contributions to my overall state of mental happiness. I'll start by thanking the good doctor for prescribing me this book, 100 Years of Solitude. Then I will go on to thank Sakai-San for bringing me back these great Japanese books. I will finish by thanking Sam for leaving his sunglasses in my car. They're pretty sharp, I think.
Nick has officially launched what he calls his new 'hole in the wall'. Since he was good enough to link me, I will reciprocate. Everyone go see what he's all about at:
And today's post doesn't even have a title. How 'bout that. To the girl of my dreams I'd just like to say: Sitte-iru zyosei no naka de, anta ga ichiban daikirai. I wanted that to be the title, but it was too long. So now we're bereft of one altogether, thanks to you. Ah, but what does it mean? I guess you'll just have to figure it out. I can't do everything for you, you know. 4.1.04/20:52 hara ga tatte, syoo ga nai Due to popular demand, I have not only added new Nara Sensei quotes, but I have given him his very own page of infinite wisdom. In other Japanese-related news, I still don't know about Kansai because my Study Abroad Advisor decided to go to Spain for two weeks instead of advising me about whether I got accepted to Kansai.
This week has been a strange mix of good and bad. Me and Heather went all the way to the waterfront Tuesday, braving rush hour traffic, to use these free passes to see Hellboy. Only, when we got there, we found out you had to be there two hours early to get a seat. Bastards.
But I also got to hang out with Jesse, 'cause he was home all week. Good times. That kid is such a bad influence on me...or I'm a bad influence on him, or something. Either way, there is bad influencing going on.
[proselytize me] mp3 file, 1.7 MB <lyrics>
I got off-track with what I was originally going to say, which is that I tracked a new song today. It uses the latest in tin-can technology. What I did was to use my 9-dollar microphone for the vocals and the 30-dollar one for the geetar. This was also done on rain, if you recall.
And I'm not finished. There're pictures, and I want to update the FAQ page, and I have much more to tell you about. Unfortunately, that's all the time we have for today, so I will have to do this later or tomorrow or something. |
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Friday
night, one of our patients tried to hang himself in the restroom by tying
his t-shirt to a sprinkler. He had to stand on the sink to get up
there, and then the sink broke from his weight. Water blasted out
everywhere and drenched the whole emergency room. It was the worst
excuse for a suicide attempt that I've ever seen.
