" I just release o' no new eh -motion, I amma dreamah." And those, dear friends, were the lyrics that were coming out of my Pc speakers as I typed this… ah, the magic of J-pop. More eloquent words were never spoken; “no new eh – motion” indeed. I’ve a friend who’ll be vacationing in Japan this summer, seems it’s his friends first time attending the World Cup so my friend was obliged to play tour guide… well la deed ah! I hate rich folk! My dear “rich” friend said this to me as non-chalantly as he would say “I’m gonna go take a royal shit!” (Wow, I’m using a lot of quotation marks today aren’t I?) Do you know what I’d give to go to Japan, for just the duration of a burrito fart?! I can’t even count on my fingers and toe’s, the number of carnival midgets I’d slaughter and devour (right off the bone) for a chance to go to JAPAN! The land of all things loud, obnoxious and mmmm…Sake. No, no Senor Sake, I regret I shall not be joining you and your wonderful kin in that magically, overly giggly land of the rising sun. Instead I shall enjoy the wonderful sights and scents of the G train on my way to my quaint ancestral villa on Metropolitan Ave. in QUEENS, NEW FRICKIN’ YORK! Ooooo, I can see you shivering with envy now… yes I can. Perhaps I and thirty two of my closest cousins will gather round the hibachi to roast some weenies in your honor. Please send my love and best wishes to your tasty, tasty fermented family.

Signed,
Green as a booger on a freshly picked lime

I wish I had a lady to hug me warm and tight
I wish I had a baby to keep me up all night
and when the sun did brake
and the birds began their song
I wish I had girly to love me all day long

Just a quick note of correction: I did not “just return” from anime club at 12am. The post was being written earlier, when I received some I.M.’s so I didn’t post it until everyone abandoned me on the doorstep of loneliness and responsibility. I must, must, must get to work now. Tired as I am I’ve got to produce a postcard or two for CG class wish me luck o’ dear gods of the electro-ether….

Today was uneventful, woke up, had lunch, dropped drawing class, returned a digital camera to the HEOP office, no big deal. I just returned from anime club in Stabile lounge where we watched “Jin-Roh: The Wolf Brigade”. I supplied the DVD, so I’d already seen it. I got it dirt cheap a while back; 7.99 at Entertainment Outlet on 14th st. I’d been anticipating the film for a while so I rushed home, shut the lights, lit a cigarette and got blown away. Jin-Roh is more drama than auctioneer and an incredibly emotional drama at that. I highly recommend it to anyone into good storytelling and film. Ah, where was I… Oh yeah, homework, homework and lots of it. It’s good for the soul and toughens a man’s heart. But first I must put down some words for the comic script that I’ve been neglecting. I believe the story shall end roughly for my characters but will still be uplifting. So off I go, to distant shores beyond….

How on earth did I ever fall into this maze of confusion called INSTANT MESSAGEING? Weep for me…

I despise RUDE PEOPLE!!! However I do love the power puff girls, gotta go.

Just got back from ground zero. I was gonna do a photoshoot for cg class but I just didn't feel like doing it after going down there. It was my first time being in the area since the events. Man...

What is it about the web that makes people want to post up the most intimate details of there most intimate life? Is it the illusion of anonymity or the belief that something isn't real unless everyone else knows about it? Now, now sit back down you fuzzy polliwogs and put your pencils back in there primordial holster, this is not a test. Just my way of trying to justify my own use of this blog. I wonder if anyone reads this or if I'm simply hiding in plain site (pun intended), there are after all, so many blog's out there and I doubt that many of them have anything of interest in them to anyone other than their author. So, why do it? Why bother? Why monkeys, why? Well I tell you why my fair haired neon hipsters of the binary night, because it's cheap. Just sell your soul to the god of silicon and electricity, that cyclopean giant on you desktop, and off away you go, down the information Hershey highway. Ah, the price of freedom in the digital age is steep and very often doesn't taste like cherries. But, then again many things don't taste like cherries, for example sake. Sake doesn't taste like cherries does it? No, NO, sake is much more spectacular than cherries. Never would you find sake genuflecting its flavor to the likes of Robotussin. Never will you find a sake flavored Fruit Loop. Why, to even think the thought is to make oneself subject to the hubris of the gods of rice fermentation. So, my friends if there is a lesson to be learned from this most unnecessarily verbose post it is this... oh, nuts! I had it and than I lost it. Wait, gimme a minute... no, no, never mind. Move along, nothing to see here folks. Nothing to see here….

I should be doing homework; instead I'm sitting lamenting the state of the world. You see I've got sci-fi channel on and I just saw a promo starring that inimitable ass Voltaire as some sort of King Vampire guy. God, I hate vampire folk! They're like D&D people except they have worse fashion sense and poorer eating habits. Can somebody tell me what kind of a world we live where a rodent looking ass like Voltaire is on TV but Jhonnen Vasquez's Invader Zim gets cancelled? It's enough to make a person question man's position as the planets ruling species. Oh, the world is gray and my darkness is so dark with it's dark shadow in darkness which is gray but like a really dark gray so that's it's almost black 'cause black is dark and so is my gray shadow which is in the dark, darkness of my shadowy grayness in dark.... charcoal gray.... with blackness on the side. Dear god, that's one of the best poems I've ever read... I - AM - AMAZING!!!! WORSIP ME ALL YE MEAGER MEAGERLINGS!!! MOOHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Sitting here with my slightly deranged sister. She' talking about how similar the Titanic theme sounds to the Lord of the rings theme.... weird. My friend Miguel is blasting Alanis Morrisette next door... he broke up with his boy so I guess I can excuse him this one time (grrrrr!) I went out with a stack of friends last night to partake of Senor Sake and Mr. Sushi; the Whacky Tabacky came for a visit as well....mmmm gooodtimes. Also last night was the last I'll be seeing of that girl I posted about last time. Seems her boy is coming to town and I just don't want to deal the drama of being the other man. So, I said goodbye without really saying it, which I've found is the best way, if you're going to do it at all. I've got a guest coming later who might cheer me up a bit. It's a gray day here in NY. The sky's threatening to break open with rain, which is bad since I need to go out to the Brklyn promenade to take some shots of the skyline. Well, I should go before the specter of melancholy drifts into view. My, my, aren't we feeling Goth today?