2.22.05/23:46  good mourning to everybody              

As one of my friends pointed out to me, I can't spend the rest of my life pooping and reading Doraemon comics.  After all, we don't live in a perfect world, just the best possible world.  Even that is arguable considering the events of the other day.

 

I'm sure you've all heard about the death of Raoul Duke's famous alter-ego Hunter S. Thompson.  I'm still skeptical about it, but it's a very sad thing indeed.  The world has lost one of the few loud and colorful voices not afraid to speak for underdogs everywhere.

 

[japanese dictionary project] ridiculous undertaking

 

Other than fighting my phone company to get cheap kokusaidenwa, I've started a new project, as evidenced by the link above.  When I was a kid, we got the encyclopedias one letter at a time (they had new ones at the supermarket every other week), and this is how this Japanese Dictionary Project will go as well.  Only a few of the buttons work, but I did at least finish the faq for it if you've gots questions.  This week you only get 'A', since I'm taking a road trip to the IN.

2.13.05/18:43  the new personality quiz                

I see these damn things in everyone's blogs and on all kinds of websites and I think to myself, 'Why not?'  So here it is, without popular demand, the soon-to-be-most-famous personality quiz on this here internet.

 

[what decade ARE you?] personality quiz

 

2.11.05/03:02  killing the buddha                      

It's what you're supposed to do if you meet him, because meeting him will be a manifestation of your desire to seek enlightenment and to properly detach yourself from your desire you have to destroy it.  Pretty deep, huh?  It's what Master Lin Chi said, and he is an honorable man.  Much like Brutus.

 

[disquiet] short story

 

That's a little something I'm toying with, kind of supernatural, kind of something that was chilling on my laptop's desktop waiting for me to do something with it.  There are a few other things I've been working on as well, one I will show you and one I probably won't.

 

And the picture is of my car.  It's a Super GT with new rims and hydraulics and 2x nitro and yeah, I'm a geek.  Since I can't beat the damn remote controlled airplane mission I've just been popping drug dealers in an attempt to make some cash and waste some time.  Just like in real life.

 

My cognitive psych teacher says that to be a master at something you have to spend around 10,000 hours doing it.  I'm a little disappointed that I'm only a master of two things: (video games, and I'll let you figure out the other one on your own.  Probably you're a master at it too.)

2.9.05/01:35  basic site upkeep                        

Okay, I realized that when I fixed the archives I left out a few months and I never made pages for those freaking sweet rhyming poems I wrote in July.  Crap, man, those were freaking sweet.  Also, I'm sorry about yesterday's post being such a downer.  The truth is that we need silly rednecks to give us conflict in our lives.

 

[until i met you]   [deprived]   [some call it love]

 

And from a Buddhist standpoint, I think the president has to be a living Buddha.  Think about it, all those muslims or whatever they are in Iraq are not going to achieve nirvana in this life, but now that hundreds of thousands of them have been shuffled loose that mortal coil, they can come back as Buddhists and find nirvana.  The American soldiers, too.

2.7.05/23:41  doublespeak to the doubleplusMAX!!       

These days, there are a lot of euphemisms floating around.  It's like certain people in power read 1984 and said, 'Why not?'   I think it's time to take a look at some of my favorites and explore what they really mean:

 

preemptive war: invasion

peace negotiations: shaking down smaller countries

manifest destiny: killing all the indians

collateral damage: dead civilians

social security: money for crackheads who pretend to be cripples

ethnic cleansing: holocaust

DMCA: a convenient way to sue 8 year-olds and dead people

friendly fire: killing your own troops

global warming: actually, a precursor to another ice age.  ironic?

african americans: people who may or may not be from africa

post-birth abortion: infanticide

privatized social security: gambling with your retirement fund

liberation: occupation by a new regime

regime change: killing non-compliant national leaders

war on terror: fighting a vaguely-defined concept

unilateralism: flipping the UN the bird

patriot act: rolling a blunt out of the constitution

electoral college: americans are too stupid to directly elect leaders

conservatives: rednecks and morons

non-denominational: hedging your bets

liberals: gay hippie drug-addicts

pundits: meaningless losers who can't get into politics

support our troops: support our atrocities

networking: handing out business cards

alcohol poisoning: you drank too much

comfort women: girls forced into prostitution for japanese soldiers

religious fundamentalists: people who god tells to kill other people

2.3.05/17:15  okeihan sensei                           

On the Keihan Line in Kansai, you will find posters promoting said Keihan Line.  They feature a character called 'Okeihan Sensei.'  Her name is Keiko Kyobashi, and she uses the train to take her Hirakata Park Gakuen students on field trips to Kyoto Shrines and Osakajo and other fun places.

 

This character, this woman is featured in posters, commercials, and even has her own promotional section on the Keihan Line homepage.  Me and Eric have a crush on her.  Him moreso than me. 

 

I think he wants to have her children.  The frustrating thing is that we were in Hirakata and never got a chance to double up on her.  Not that I'm into that kind of thing, but certain situations justify extratypical measures, don't you think?

 

And check out the poem right under this post!  Isn't it fantastic?  Doesn't it just ring true with the lamenting of all the tortured artists you know?  No?  Of course not.  This type of mopey, whiney shit is what brings down all art forms.  It's what allows emo music to get popular, and what allows every youth to imagine their suffering is so much deeper than that of refugees and tsunami victims and pretty much everybody in Africa.  But not Egypt, even though that's in Africa, too.  Maybe the southern part of Egypt.

2.3.05/17:12  hyperbole                                

my retching, tortured soul

writhing in an ocean

of torment

 

the flames and pointy daggers

poking through the skin

of my psyche

 

oh, how badly it sucks to be

middle class, well fed

and bored

 

my suffering on par with that

of Jesus, Socrates,

and the mighty Epsilon

 

o please, kill that which plagues me:

kill my stereotypical tendency

to feign hyperbole

2.1.05/23:36  usagi usagi hi                           

So...it's been like a week and some change since I've posted anything.  You might've thought I was dead.  But no, brother, you've got it all wrong.  I was SAVED.  Saved by a video game called 'San Andreas'.  Okay, maybe it's not a religious experience, but it's sure been addictive.

 

Speaking of addictions, Maria sent me a crystal chalice for my birthday.  When we were talking on the phone the other day I'd mentioned that I haven't even been to a bar yet since I turned 21 and she said 'No! You can't quit drinking.  It makes you...genki.' What she meant was 'You can't quit drinking.  You have to drink wine out of the present I sent you that you haven't gotten yet.'

 

That's the Japanese way...subtle influence over outright persuasion.  Some call it 'expedient means' or 'upaya', and others call it lying.  We have it in English too, and the women here are especially good at it.

 

Back to the business at hand.  If you were looking for something from January or December, it's been archived.  It's rabbit rabbit day again, which means posts get archived and I do knock knock shots until my eyeballs bleed.  Also, here's contact info, since I haven't put that up in a while.  Email is jbaugher@peachycomics.com and AIM is DamienDiablos.

 

Before you label me an egomaniac, try to realize that I am not what's important in these pictures.  The first one is just to show off the chalice and the second one is a picture I'm sending to Maria.  When she was in Hawaii she took a picture of herself holding a picture of me.