I love Japan. I want to go there very soon and immerse myself in the people, the culture, the ambiance, the sights and sounds, and everything I can soak up. I am giving serious thoughts to taking a Japanese language class so I can not only be able to ask for the bathroom when I visit, but also maybe understand even a lick of the video games I keep importing from oversees. Japan is awesome.

That being said, holy mother of god:

When I order things from my favourite source of Japanese things, I usually grab a couple of cheap random toys. I have a soft wet spot for both gashapon (capsule toy, similar to what you buy in vending machines here) and blind box items. With my last order, I picked up something called “D.G.P. Yami no Kanata Non Scale Pre-Painted Gashapon toy” – how bad could it be?

Now I know.

Well then.

*ahem*

Oh dear.

I go one day without an update, and I feel guilty. Not as guilty, perhaps, as the person downstairs singing pretend opera should feel – but guilty nonetheless.

I haven’t decided if my commitment to updating is dedication or a crutch.

Regardless, more words coming later and they will be big ones, like symbiotic and haberdashery.

I tried to wear PVC to work.

I say “tried”, because I got outside and made every effort to climb atop Oscar, fully intent on riding into work and testing my theory that my PVC skirt is at least a little more water resistant than my jeans – but things didn’t exactly go as planned.

I had made one fatal mistake in my calculations: my PVC skirt is fetish ware, not rain ware. The skirt might have held up very well in the rain, except it’s made for sexy times – when I got on Oscar, I immediately realized that this adventure in science wouldn’t be so much an attempt to stay dry as it would be a chance to air out my vagina and give the city of Vancouver a gynecological thrill it wouldn’t soon forget.

It must have been an epic sight, and I forgive the City of North Vancouver employees for snickering at me as I tried to leave for work. It likely isn’t every day they see a short round girl trying to climb on a scooter wearing a PVC skirt cut to her upper thigh, looking perplexed as she tries to coax the material into providing some semblance of decency.

Needless to say, this experiment in sexy time rain gear crossover science was a big fat fail.

I wonder if I could scoot in a corset.

I went through my massive pile of DS games, and did some serious culling of the herd. Unbeknownst to me, EB is have a trade-in promo. End result: $171 in store credit for games that were sitting on my living room floor, collecting crud.

I win.

I win so hard.

:D

Okay, so I finally watched all of Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog. It is awesome. I, too, want a PhD in horribleness.

Nerd Connection Alert: Long since have I loved Anthony Rapp as my Gay Broadway Boyfriend, but I officially name NPH as my second GBB – not only because everything he is in is just awesome, but also because he too played Mark in RENT. Two adorable singing boys in stripy scarves can only be better than one – soon my Army of Mark Cohens will .. uh .. sing and dance, but you will enjoy it. Yes, you will.

Well, this is quite the operation.

It is with great sadness that we announce the passing of our Xbox 360 on July 23rd, 2008 after a brief struggle with the Red Ring of Death. Predeceased by a PS2 and a Nintendo DS, the 360 is survived by the other PS2, the Wii, the Xbox 180, the Dreamcast, two Nintendo DSes and a PSP. The 360 will be sorely missed not just as a video game system but also as the thing we would watch downloaded movies on via a USB stick. A celebration of the 360’s life will be held this Saturday, July 26th, in North Vancouver BC – contact a family member for details. In lieu of flowers, the family requests that a donation be made to Child’s Play.

“Dead flies putrefy the perfumer’s ointment and cause it to off a foul odor; such is your lack of skill that you punk ass bitches are going to eat my plasma before this round is out.” (Ecclesiastes 10:1)

Trying out the new WordPress iPhone app. Pretty cool, especially since Safari and WordPress don’t get along. This is exactly what I need – a way to write even more words from virtually anywhere. Good thing I just LOVE the sound of my thumbs working ..

Last night during dinner, an interesting question came up: will the iPhone and iPod Touch respond if you use a/your wang instead of your finger?

Clearly, this could be a significant breakthrough for amputee exhibitionists everywhere. I am obligated to research my theory to the ends of the earth, not for my own pleasure, but for SCIENCE.

You can expect my detailed report – with pictures, if I can talk fast enough – to be on your collective e-desks soon.

Science is awesome.

Drunk Betty is in the middle of a two-day bender, and she’s been listening to music loudly the entire time. It goes well with the hooch, you see.

Anyway, she’s been listening to old songs from the 40’s and 50’s on a very scratchy radio and it is CREEPING ME OUT. I feel like I’m trapped in Rapture and splicers are going to jump out of my bathroom shouting weird celebratory zombie slogans at me. It is scary. If the lights start to flicker, I am going to run screaming into .. uh .. a more brightly lit area of the apartment.