The last two days have been excellent days for TOYS! Electronics Boutique had figures buy one get one free, although the girl behind the counter decided that the more important thing at the time was to assess my views on every piss-poor anime show put out in the last five years. Ugh. And then Target had new Gundams...including...MUMMY GUNDAM! Its a robot...and its a mummy! Two great tastes that taste GREAT together!
On a slightly less positive note, my old high school buddy Nick came back from West Virginia for Thanksgiving, so we were hanging out at the local pool hall by his house, as we were wont to do back in the day. This is because the only stupid arcade in the stupid county didn't have stupid Soul Calibur 2 and instead only had a bunch of mallrats playing DanceDance Revolution. Anyways, I couldn't even bear to stay in the old pool hall because of the overpowering miasma of UNPLEASANT hanging about in the air. Crom's bones, everyone there was either 12 years old and smoking their tobacco cigarrettes while their raver girlfriends were hanging off them or they were 21 or 22 and had their four 3 year old kids with them. It makes me remember why I left high school a year early just to get out of that town.
I am out of rice right now. Time to go to the Japanese supermarket and amend this travesty!
On a slightly less positive note, my old high school buddy Nick came back from West Virginia for Thanksgiving, so we were hanging out at the local pool hall by his house, as we were wont to do back in the day. This is because the only stupid arcade in the stupid county didn't have stupid Soul Calibur 2 and instead only had a bunch of mallrats playing DanceDance Revolution. Anyways, I couldn't even bear to stay in the old pool hall because of the overpowering miasma of UNPLEASANT hanging about in the air. Crom's bones, everyone there was either 12 years old and smoking their tobacco cigarrettes while their raver girlfriends were hanging off them or they were 21 or 22 and had their four 3 year old kids with them. It makes me remember why I left high school a year early just to get out of that town.
I am out of rice right now. Time to go to the Japanese supermarket and amend this travesty!
First off, a special note of thanks to Baal, Gism didn't disappoint at all, and after more than a cursory search I'm sure I can dig up the other bands too, which will most likely rocketh. Thanks!
Today my theory of Ultimate Trash Culture has finally reached its zenith. See, it seems like everything I like is getting progressively more and more trash-ey. My taste in movies has gone from "bad obscure B horror movies" to "they can actually sell more than one copy of that?" Yessir, I've traded in Troma for El Santos and Roger Corman for Noriaki Yuasa. My music has gone from "stupid old punk" to "did Bruce Dickenson just father Ayn Rand's baby?" But see the best part of this is the pure unassailability of it all. How can you say Iron Savior sucks if:
A) You never heard of them.
B) If you have heard of them, you obviously like them since there's no way you would have come across them accidentally. You either like German power metal bands who sing about the trials and tribulations of unifying with giant orbiting space defense platforms created by the lost city of Atlantis or you don't.
Ahh, wonderful. No longer do I have to listen to people complain about the technical simplicity of music (I'm sure if Guitar Wolf wanted to learn more than 5 chords they could) or the technical fallabilities of movies (yeah, maybe they could have done better CG on the Sumerian Fish-God Dagon, but is that really what matters when the naked octopus-girl is trying to seduce the Jeffrey Combs look-alike?). Life is good.
On an entirely related note, I decided for lack of anything better to do to go with my friends to the Goodwill today and managed to score some sweet books. Now I'm not usually a thrift store enthusiast, but if they all have hardcover copies of Mazes and Monsters (remember the reactionary novel from the 80's that they based that movie on, the one where playing D+D causes kids to commit suicide?) and The Unholy (something about evil ghosts of Nazis or something...the cover just has a skull with swastikas in the eye sockets, so that amount of bizarre cannot be turned down) all for 75 cents, then I guess I should start patronizing them more. Crazy Nazi ghosts, they're just so wacky!
Today my theory of Ultimate Trash Culture has finally reached its zenith. See, it seems like everything I like is getting progressively more and more trash-ey. My taste in movies has gone from "bad obscure B horror movies" to "they can actually sell more than one copy of that?" Yessir, I've traded in Troma for El Santos and Roger Corman for Noriaki Yuasa. My music has gone from "stupid old punk" to "did Bruce Dickenson just father Ayn Rand's baby?" But see the best part of this is the pure unassailability of it all. How can you say Iron Savior sucks if:
A) You never heard of them.
B) If you have heard of them, you obviously like them since there's no way you would have come across them accidentally. You either like German power metal bands who sing about the trials and tribulations of unifying with giant orbiting space defense platforms created by the lost city of Atlantis or you don't.
Ahh, wonderful. No longer do I have to listen to people complain about the technical simplicity of music (I'm sure if Guitar Wolf wanted to learn more than 5 chords they could) or the technical fallabilities of movies (yeah, maybe they could have done better CG on the Sumerian Fish-God Dagon, but is that really what matters when the naked octopus-girl is trying to seduce the Jeffrey Combs look-alike?). Life is good.
On an entirely related note, I decided for lack of anything better to do to go with my friends to the Goodwill today and managed to score some sweet books. Now I'm not usually a thrift store enthusiast, but if they all have hardcover copies of Mazes and Monsters (remember the reactionary novel from the 80's that they based that movie on, the one where playing D+D causes kids to commit suicide?) and The Unholy (something about evil ghosts of Nazis or something...the cover just has a skull with swastikas in the eye sockets, so that amount of bizarre cannot be turned down) all for 75 cents, then I guess I should start patronizing them more. Crazy Nazi ghosts, they're just so wacky!
Hmm..its about 2 AM and somehow earlier this evening the interweb/nette magically started working in my apartment, which it has been steadfastly refusing to do since July. That means that I can finally get that long-awaited subscription to SG! As a special bonus, my girlfriend of 1 1/2 years and I broke up about a week or so ago, so now I'm a free man, which is a lot more fun than I anticipated. More time for video games! More money for weapons of destruction! No more complaining about too much Iron Maiden! And as a special bonus, no more getting shafted over indie rock boys! On a side note, now I need a new girl to play the Ninja Princess in my movie, but that shouldn't be too difficult to accomplish. What girl wouldn't want the honor of getting to gut several dozen zombies with a pink katana during a glorious quest to vanquish evil forces from the very blackest Stygian abysses of evil?
