When I stop to consider how some avenues in life get started, it baffles me how people can get stuck in one path. While I can’t stop to truly calculate the tendencies of people, based on background, preference, or social deviation, to veer in one direction or another, it is clear to me that both the generation gap and the archetypal difference between us is keeping my dad and I from communicating properly. That is not to say that we don’t talk at all, because we do have wonderful conversation under normal circumstances; however, when it comes to the discussing the complexities of the human experience, things seem to break down.

There was a point at which I stopped considering my physical body to be a child. This does not, by any means, mean that my mental state is following suit. In fact, I consider my mind to be stalled somewhere shortly after adolescence and that has been a deciding factor in a lot of my choices in life. Some might consider this to be a shortcoming – to those people, I ask, “why?” Do you really think that the entire human race is made up of individuals who have this one state of mind and, if so, how is it that our race has developed the diversity of thought and, more central to my statement tonight, entertainment that people have conjured up over the time that we have spend plunking about on this planet of ours? I am not suited to physical labor. This is not to say that I can’t perform, and well, in tasks that are physically demanding. What that means is that my aptitude towards things that don’t engage my mind are considerably less than those of someone who enjoys less stimulating activities. I feel as though people have a field into which they settle into early in life, though it may be the complete opposite of what they want to pursue, and that becomes that individual’s personal obligation – a social obligation that it is extremely difficult to break free from. Maybe some people are suited to this track onto which they fall, but I feel as though my path is elsewhere, and I will not let myself be dragged into some standard or expectation that is not where I want to be in life! Let it be known that I am searching for my dream! If that is so wrong, tell all the writers and philosophers past, present, and future to stop flaunting it so.

Tonight, I watched the movie Knowing starring Nicolas Cage. Let me say upfront that I liked the film for the vision that it had. At the same time, my usual nitpicking got the better of me during the movie and it was downhill from there. When we, that is my Dad and I, started watching the movie we were having beer and wine and enjoying a leisurely night together. At this hour, I feel as though we are on the verge of smacking each other with a wet trout, if not worse. This movie has brought us to the precipice overlooking a problem that both of us have. We don’t like reality. I enjoy a deep escape into anime and watching a thoughtfully psychological series in which the characters develop slowly over time and the complexities of the show can only be debated feverishly in forums or at conventions, such as Evangelion. I was originally going to try to make an observation about what my dad likes to watch, based on information I have gleaned from observation, except I don’t think that it would be accurate. That is because I have not been able to and still can not predict this man’s thoughts. It is perplexing and almost infuriating. I understand that, because of the father-son relationship, there is a degree of … I almost want to call it entropy in our understanding of eachother; we seem to make strides towards understanding and then a few hours later tear those advancements to shreds by being at each others throat about such trivial things as a movie. Those small quips turn into blanket statements and before long we are taking shots at the fabric of the others core being. I can see, very clearly in fact, where he is coming from when he criticizes my progress in “life” because I am far from pleased with it myself – that doesn’t mean that I need to be taken apart like some Lego set every night and strewn about – I came here for support, to fortify my foundation, and construct a more confident self upon that, but I seem counteracted at every turn.

There is more that I wish to say, but I am disjointed and distraught. I want to reach out for support. I want to reach out in support. I want to just reach out and feel like someone will grab my hand at the other end. But I fear that such desires are ill-begotten in my life and my existence will be quickly overlooked in this dimension that is soaked, saturated, overflowing with the crawling, swarming, billions of people, humans, beings that inhabit it – what is my voice amidst that? And so, with that, I will now end this post, disheartened, misunderstood, and feeling alone even among so many, and go to bed with tears in my eyes as I have so many times. Good night and pleasant dreams, as the dreams of men will become the wings of tomorrow.

‘Till next time,
PEACE~!

At a certain point one becomes accustomed to certain inputs being around. This can be such an unconscious attachment that one does not even notice that the dependence is there. Once said inputs are removed, however, the effects of withdrawal make apparent the underlying desires of the mind. When a person comes to terms with this effect, whether the means be voluntary or forcibly, he/she can get a glimpse into the clockwork of the mind and possibly understand the true value of certain things in life.

There are many items out there which are designed to be addictive – designed by a person or a group mostly for the purpose of commerce, which doesn’t paint a very kind picture of humanity, but shouldn’t be discounted as a catalyst for creativity – and these items are constantly consumed by the masses in one form or another. The form can range from a perishable item such as something edible that, once used, can only be replenished by acquiring more of the item, to something more permanent such as an item which will operate indefinitely provided that the user provides it with adequate energy and maintenance. Certain aspects of these items vary greatly depending on a set of variables far too diverse to explain within the confines of one lifetime; however, the largest deciding factor would the personal preference of groups of individuals. No matter what the item is, if there is no demand for it there will be less chance for it to affect a great number of persons and thus less incentive for its production. This balance of production and consumption has been a factor in life since someone first realized that the concept of value can be transferred from person to person. While not maintaining a fixed value, a generalized range can be established into which certain items fall, and becomes the deciding factor in trade between these categories. In order for an item to move from production to consumption something of equivalent perceived value must move in the opposite direction. Those that can not satisfy this requirement either find other ways of attaining the item or simply do without.

It has been said in many different ways but it begs repeating – the human mind is a strange and wondrous thing. When one breaks the aforementioned cycle of production of consumption the first result is panic, confusion, and a decline in the ability to reason. This is the first sign of an addiction to an external input. Something could be said for the part of the mind that was responsible for processing the plentiful information falling into disuse and sending out an SOS through means of withdrawal symptoms. It’s sad in a way but, provided that the essentials of the body continue to receive nourishment, the mind will eventually cease to expect the once plentiful input. Around this time coping can begin. Typically a certain amount of depression and loss of motivation can appear at this stage, indicating that those parts of the mind that were signaling distress are now firmly in the grips of disrepair. But the mind is capable of working around these things. After a time the mind can arrive at the conclusion that those things were unessential to life and will move on. Whether or not it loses the ability to process that old input depends on the individual circumstances. But one certainty of it all is that the mind will continue to flow, even as its course constantly changes. In a way, every new bend in this current adds to the complexity and richness of the mind – it can be viewed as an opportunity to grow and diversify yourself. That’s one way of viewing these things, at least. But as one who has looked upon all of this and had what seems like a great deal of time to ponder it, I have only one personal statement to add: I really miss being able to stream videos.

The Entry below is one I was working on back in August but it got buried under a mountain of other things I was doing and forgotten in the documents folder up until a few moments ago. While I don’t remember exactly where I was going with the post I figured I’d at least post what I spent so much time writing, with a little editing in the parts that smell of beer now that I read them again. The lines in italics were not part of the original post but have been added in now for clarity.

There’s been quite a lot going on between my last blog entry and now … but that’s fairly normal when my average posting frequency is three months. I need to keep better track of these things! I’m considering starting a daily T-shirt segment since I get a lot of comments on my collection of amusing shirts. I’ll test that out starting tomorrow I think. This plan has not ended up getting off the ground yet.

So, on to the activities report. I’ll just write things as they come to mind because there’s a lot I need to get untangled in my mind.

My aunt gave me her old computer a little over a month ago. She got a new one and, despite this hand-me-down being six years old, in terms of hardware it is much more advanced than the laptop that I have been working with. Thus I gladly accepted it. Little did I know that there would be one little snag that would drain a lot of the excitement out of getting a new device. I’ve spent almost all of the time since receiving it not using it as much as wrestling it (figuratively) as one would a large, toothy alligator The play-by-play is in the next paragraph, so if that isn’t your thing you can just skip over it. I apparently never finished writing the play-by-play at the time, but read on for some of the insanity, at least.

First of all, when I first got the computer it was running Vista and it was very bogged down with all kinds of junk that my aunt had on there. The first thing I thought I would do is update the computer to Windows 7. Since I didn’t want any of the old files on the computer to carry over I went with a clean install – unfortunately that meant that all of the drivers were thrown out like the baby with the bathwater. So, despite having a very fast install of 7, there were a lot of hardware problems. After downloading and patching for several days with mixed results I finally came to the conclusion that it was not a good idea to install Windows 7 on this computer since it was designed for Vista. I then proceeded to completely restore the system to factory defaults. The thing was at that point running a six-year-old build of an operating system that was about as stable as I am after a Green Dinosaur. A couple more days of patching ensued until, two service packs and almost three-hundred individual updates later, I had a computer that would consistently start up without flipping me the middle finger. It was at this point any sensible person would think, “now that I have it stable perhaps I should back it up so that I don’t have to do this all over again.” I guess I wasn’t in a very sensible mood on that day. I had scanned the disk and found a couple of bad sectors so I deemed it time to replace the hard drive – and when I say replace I mean it’s upgrade time!! Recently the prices on SSD’s (solid state drive) have been coming down into the generally affordable range and what better way to spruce up an already impressive (by my standards) PC than by making it even faster?! I will expand more upon my love of SSD’s in a later paragraph (again, I didn’t get around to it, but maybe I’ll expand this post at a later date). For now, let me just say that when copying the data from one drive to another using modern disk cloning software everything will undoubtedly go smoothly, that is, as long as you make sure that the partitions and file system are set the way you want them BEFORE putting the drive into the computer and starting to use it. I, on the other hand, copied everything over to the new drive, put it in the system, booted it up, and THEN decided to shrink the main partition – you know, the one with all the really important OS files on it – which resulted in … so many long, tedious, headache-filled nights >_< 

That’s all there is right now. It’s not a bad place to end that little rant but there is more to the story. In sort, I managed to get the computer up and running – it’s actually the one I am typing on now – and boy was the upgrade worth it! Booting only takes about ten or fifteen seconds from the press of the power button until the desktop is displayed. I’ll try and write more about the process later. For right now I’ve got a job application to complete.

‘Till next time,
PEACE~!

My first week back home in years! It’s an unusual feeling of nostalgia mixed with exhaustion, but that could just be the jet-lag talking. Since I got back on Wednesday morning I’ve spent a lot of time with my father and my grandmother, which is to be expected, but not quite enough time actually being productive. It took up until a day ago just to get my clothes unpacked and organized. So in the midst of all this there have been a few things that have cropped up that deserve a bit of attention. This is probably going to be a big block of text without many pauses. Just roll with me here, I’m a little sleep-deprived.

As I have mentioned before, I have issues (don’t we all?) and they are part of the reason that I came home to unwind. The biggest problem as of late has been my unusual aversion to touching things. This is not just limited to things that might be covered in germs – it extends to items which I feel are covered in contaminants, whether it be toxins or just dirt. A prime example of this is what I like to call the “battery breakdown” which occurred just before I came back. While searching for something I discovered near the bottom of one of my drawers an old, cheap battery. For what reason I felt that it was worthwhile to keep it I do not know, but what I am certain about is that this battery was a giant mess. The thing had both liquid and crusty nastiness all in one neat package. Disposal became top priority as I rushed to get gloves and a bag, but it is at this point where my memories are shuffled. I’m not sure what I did between handling the battery, getting the gloves, and disposing of the battery. For all I know I could’ve gone out and had a tuna sandwich in the middle – I simply don’t remember. There’s something to be said for the safeguards that are in place in the human mind that keep you from mentally injuring yourself, and they usual do a great job. However, in this instance it only caused me more anxiety because I can’t remember the details. In any case, that particular incident left me with a simmering hatred for alkaline batteries as well as a problematic aversion to touching my most precious items due to that mental stigma which constantly tries to tell me that my hands are contaminated, even if I just washed them five minutes ago. This has, in turn, lead to other problems: my hands are drying out and cracking, my mind is drying out and cracking, and the social stresses that my unusual state puts on those around me in turn cause me pain because I don’t want to become that burden on others. My first task is to reduce these swings of anxiety to a point to where I control them, not the other way around. This is something that I often make big progress toward, that is right up until life slaps me upside the head with a bucket of crap and sends me back into the pit. Can you guess what happened yesterday? BAM! More battery bull-sh!t. Life sure can be cruel. But, this time I had my dad there to help clean up. That is to say, he did most of the touching and I watched and had a mild anxiety attack. Once again I am left wondering what part of my brain told me it would be a good idea to put a bag of D-cell batteries in the same box with my old GameCube games. Can I get that part of my brain excised, please? I was so upset with myself for most of the day that when it came time to sleep I was extremely tired but I only managed to sleep for a couple of hours before I awoke violently and found myself unable to return to sleep. So, I decided to write a bit of fiction and ended up playing Earthbound and writing in my blog instead. Such is the way my mind works. As long as I can keep the smelly bucket at bay I might be able to regain a few of my sanity points – we’ll see how things go.

I wanted to write about some of my plans for the near future and I forgot all about the ugly mess that is my car right now … I’ll save those for another entry, I suppose.

Thanks for reading!
‘Till next time,
PEACE~!

So many times I’ve meant to jump on here and write up a quick paragraph or two about how things are going for me but that never happened, as you can probably tell by the lack of posts since January. Strangely enough, I had told myself back at the beginning of the year that I was going to post on my blog at least once a week in order to get back into the swing of things, hoping that the activity would lead seamlessly into more fiction writing – so much for that plan. But hey, I’m doing it now so there’s a start.

As for how things have been going for me … let’s just say that when life throws sh!t at you it doesn’t hold back. And while I like make a huge fuss over how bad things are for me I look around and see others suffering in ways that make me feel like a narcissistic idiot for complaining about my seemingly insignificant problems. But if I don’t pay attention to my own needs then I’ll never get over these issues.

What issues are these? First and foremost is a staggering huge phobia of contamination which I have developed which prevents me from doing much of the daily routine that others take for granted. I literally think myself into a corner trying to find the best order in which to complete a sequence of tasks which will minimize the cross-contamination between surfaces and reduce the number of times I need to wash. Literally I am expending huge amounts of energy planning and re-planning daily tasks which most people can perform while, say, jumping on one leg, patting their head and rubbing their stomach. As a result I don’t get as much done during the day as I probably should – I find myself often avoiding tasks altogether if they seem problematic. There’s so much that I could say about this problem that I’ll reserve the details for a separate post.

The next issue is one of depression and anxiety, some of which may be caused by the first issue, or vice-versa. I’ve been in a state of mental flux that makes planning several days in advance a challenge; I may be quite upbeat one day and face-first in the mud the next. This has left me to essentially become a shut-in, only leaving the house once or twice a week. But, I’ve always thought that I would one day swap jobs to a hikikomori. lol

At the same time, though, I have managed to get quite a lot of trophy hunting done and I have finished an astonishing amount of new anime! That is in comparison to my usual snail’s pace of progress through a series. Recently I sat down and, within a couple weeks, went through the entire 77 episodes of Sket Dance. I have to say that it was worth it for that series! Later I may post a review for it.

Lastly, I finally gave in to peer pressure and signed up on Facebook. It goes against everything that I have been saying that I’d never do for years but I got a little frustrated with people not communicating with me simply because I wasn’t on FB. So now if anyone says they don’t know what I’ve been doing lately, or that they can’t get in touch with me, they have no more excuses!

Alright, here’s hopping that I can keep up the momentum and write some more later!
PEACE~!

Let those in power know that the true power is with the people!

Sign the petition against SOPA and PIPA and help keep freedom on the net! You can sign without worrying about your identity at Google — you can even sign anonymously. This should be an important subject to all Americans because freedom is the cornerstone of our beliefs. What then can we say of our freedom if access to information is stymied by poorly written legislation that forces search engines, blogs,and social networks to censor content. We can’t let our cyberspace become controlled by politicians who would decide what sites and content is acceptable based on unacceptable, corrupt reasoning. All it would take would be one tiny offense and an entire website could be taken down as a result. Can you say, “Goodbye YouTube” — that would be a real possibility if these bills pass into law!

Join me in upholding our rights by opposing these bills on Google, Mozilla, and/or Wikipedia, to name a few.
https://www.google.com/landing/takeaction/

More information on the bills is available at the link provided and all over the web during today’s internet strike. Thousands of websites are going dark or altering their appearance to raise awareness on this issue. You can help spread the word by telling your friends, your family, and your dog! Spread the word on your favorite social websites before it is too late to make a difference. Don’t let them take away our freedom!

This will be my review of the conduct and activity of this week’s Anime Night gathering. Some context: for some time now a group of my friends and I have been getting together once a week to watch anime as a group and just generally enjoy ourselves. The gathering has changed over time and my feelings about it are mixed. Part of the problem is that I am quite serious about anime — I mean hyper-focus serious to the point of being oblivious to people calling my name — and many of the people who have been attending recently are not as into it as I am. Now I don’t fault people for having their own level of interest because everyone is entitled to his/her own opinion but what I don’t like is when people start disrupting the experience with comments and side conversations. Maybe I am too strict but when I’m watching an anime I want to get the full experience, especially when it’s a serious show and not a comedy. And that is my position on the subject.

Our meeting was quite lively this time. We even had a newcomer who seemed to be quite the catch for one of our less active members. It is fairly normal for us to get off track every once in a while but this time we actually managed to get all the way through the watchlist without being sidetracked all that much. Even one of our more hyper members was calm and attentive, which was quite satisfying to me. After the list was completed for the night I proceeded to show a short, two episode arc from Gintama, which perhaps wasn’t to everyone’s taste, but was well accepted by the end. Some of the group had gone to a separate room to talk and they returned at the end of these episodes, bringing with them the topic of strange stuff on the internet (isn’t most of the internet strange stuff anyway) and sending us down a path of insanity. It would seem that some of the group feels that it is our lot in life to corrupt the minds of some of our more innocent group members … I don’t particularly agree with the practice but I also do not think that it was harmful in this situation so I did not stop them. After a while I threw on some mindless YouTube videos, the humor of which was apparently known only to myself, and we then went on to watch some of the anime School Days — a title which really belies a subject of extreme emotional strain centering around young relationships. I think I have actually hooked many of the members on this series. Whether or not that makes me a sadist will be determined as we continue with the anime.

Looking forward I want to change a few things about our Anime Night gathering. First of all, it is taking a long time to complete a single series, let alone those that have multiple seasons. As a result of this I think people are gradually losing interest and getting distracted. This is why I want to reduce the number of shows to three and double up the episodes of each that we watch during each gathering. Second is a bit more secretive and involves creating another group of more serious anime fans. I am not trying to say that the people in the current meeting do not enjoy anime, I and several others are just tired of the constant distractions that come with the current group. We are not replacing the existing group but supplementing it with a private and less spazzy second group.

That’s all for now. Now if only I can get over this cold in the next few days … my mind is clouded by the symptoms of the infection and I am unable to enjoy my usual array of anime.

‘Till next time,
PEACE~!

I’m a little surprised that Xanga is still around … I remember there was a scare several years back that they would just disappear along with a lot of the other websites that were competing with Facebook and other such lameness. But, I am quite glad that this blog site is still alive and ticking since I need an excuse to start writing more. So, if there is anyone out there who still feels like reading my blog — I’m back!

Now I’m just going to ramble on about random stuff that’s been going on in my life. If you’re not interested in reading all my musings and grumbling just skip to the bottom. This is going to be a stream of consciousness, more or less, so excuse any disorganized thoughts.

Things have been rather strange lately in terms of my mood. It’s up and then it’s down and I just can’t seem to stabilize it. Things that I have always enjoyed doing and should still enjoy, since there have been no epiphanies in relation to my usual activities, are now dull and colorless. I guess it’s safe to say that I am in the midst of a depression. However, I’ve never experienced a depression as wishy-washy as this. It seems to be complicated by the way that I always worry about my physical health like the hypochondriac that I am to the point that it becomes a case of “I think I am sick therefore I am.” At the same time I like the motivation, drive, confidence, and whatever else is necessary to actually discuss my problems with anyone that could help. It’s a feeling of helplessness and self-pitty (or something like that) that consumes any desire to rectify the situation, leaving me in a further depressed state. This is not just limited to heath, either. I tend to apply this crazy logic to everything these days. The lame thing about it is that I know exactly what I am doing and how it is effecting me, but somehow knowledge doesn’t feed into application and I just end up even more confused. I spoke to a counselor about these things at school for a while … and then I stopped going because I felt that I wasn’t putting forth the effort to make the changes that we discussed. Oh, I guess I should mention, while I’m on the subject, that school has been horrendous as of late. My grades have slipped to the same dismal level that they were at during high school. Why is that, I ask myself. Because of some ridiculous circular logic that ties into the courses. It goes a little something like this: I’m taking Class A and Class B, both are fairly difficult, because I need to study Class B’s work I will reduce my attention on Class A, but then I realize that I need to pay attention to Class A as well and slack off in Class B, this leaves both classes in the toilet and my mind tightened up like with all the tension of a braid of hemp. I know all too well that I do these things to myself but how do I take action when I am my worst enemy? This is something that I will be reflecting on for a while since I am taking a semester off from school. Hopefully everything will fall in order before I end up in a padded room.

Changing subjects, I have been using some of my talents to help people lately. I have set up five different people’s entertainment centers over the last two months. On account of this the thought of starting a business of setting up electronics for people in their homes has crossed my mind recently. I really don’t have any idea where to start with such a thing, though. So much easier is it to do these things informally. I suppose I could apply at an existing company and then branch off on my own after I learn the trade. Speaking of job applications, I wonder how many people know just how fncking difficult it is to find a job right now. Or is it just me? Am I just not making myself attractive to employers? It really makes one feel unwanted when one puts in a hundred applications for work and gets no calls. There seems to be no hope but I’m going to continue with the attitude that it’s not hopeless until I stop trying.

There have been some other things eating at my sanity. This is the silliest thing but I am getting seriously pissed off at Forza. I consider myself to be fairly adept at the art of drifting in car games — by no means an expert but at least one of the best among my friends. I should explain drifting for those that don’t know … drifting is basically driving sideways through turns. There are many forms of drifting and a healthy amount of fans, one of which is writing this blog post. I took the time, when drifting was becoming popular in Japan, to study the sport and learn the tricks of the trade. I felt quite confident that I had learned how to drift and my performance in game reflected that. Now, take that pride I feel in being good at this activity and crumple it up into a little ball, chew on it a little bit, get it good and soggy, and discard it on the side of the road somewhere — that’s how I feel right now. This is because a friend of mine who is new to drifting has been destroying my scores in game and seems to be doing it with minimal effort. Not only that but he does it in a way that to me doesn’t look appealing at all, because drifting is largely about style, but apparently the scoring system in Forza begs to differ on the subject. I consider it to be my style, my code of conduct that the score of a drift takes a backseat to the physics of it. In other words, I would much rather my drift be fast and clean and visually appealing than be concerned with the points; and yet, I can’t stop thinking about how my scores are never quite good enough to usurp my friend’s in this case. It may be that I am just nuts to feel so distraught over a game but this has been the subject of bloody-eyed obsession for many a late nights recently. It’s so frustrating to be schooled by a newcomer and to really have no valid reason why I can’t reclaim my top place on the scoreboard other than my stubborn set of rules that I make for myself. So, I guess my code of honor is going to restrict me to second place in this situation unless I can find some way to up my game.

That’s all I’m going to write about my problems for right now. I suppose I’ll also be posting my fiction as I begin to ease my way back into writing. In order to do so I need to wrestle myself off the couch for a few hours and hope that my mind is in order. But we will see how it goes.

Until next time,
PEACE~!

This is an excerpt from a Wall Street Journal article about the Mattel toy recall:

“Mattel Inc. (MAT) and regulators in the U.S. and Canada announced the recall of more than 11 million Fisher-Price toys, including some 7.2 million tricylces, saying they pose safety dangers.

The Fisher Price Trikes and Tough Trikes toddler tricycles can cause ‘serious injury, including genital bleeding’ if a child strikes, sits or falls ‘on the protruding plastic ignition key’ of the product, said a statement announcing the recall.

Also being recalled are almost 3 million inflatable balls, part of a half-dozen products, 1.1 million high chairs and 120,000 car-ramp sets. The balls and cars reflect choking hazards while the high chairs have a laceration risk.”

For some reason when I got to the second paragraph my mind went straight into the gutter. Maybe it had something to do with the “genital bleeding” and “protruding key”. And then it goes on to talk about balls being a choking hazard… oh geeze =_=

So here we have what I would consider suggestive material in a professional journal environment. Now I don’t think that the example I just gave is the worst case, but don’t you think that there are some jokers out there that are inserting dirty humor into the news covertly? Of course, it may just be that the persons writing the story don’t realize the alternative meanings to some of the things that they write. In any case, it certainly makes reading the articles more interesting.

We’ll just consider this a warm-up post. I’ve got a lot more to write about my many wonderful adventures of life but I’ll wait until later this evening to post. lol
PEACE~!

Here are a few things which I have run across recently which have made me snort with laughter. As usual, I am not responsible for any spit-takes that ruin your computer as a result of this post =P

http://failblog.org/2010/06/12/epic-fail-photos-nap-time-fail/ – There are times for naps and there are times when you need to down a couple of Red Bulls and WAKE UP!!

http://failblog.org/2010/06/11/google-ad-fail-2/ – I always knew that Google was watching my browsing history on the internet, and this only goes to prove it.

http://icanhascheezburger.com/2010/04/28/funny-pictures-admit-it/ – Actually… I am kinda jealous of that.

http://www.engrish.com/2010/03/i-think-they-meant-flied/ – Mmm!

An instant classic as far as I’m concerned. The song is addictive!

Speaking of addictive songs, here’s the full version of Ghost Nappa from Team Four Star! lol

I may have posted this one a long time ago, but I just recently rewatched it, so I thought I’d share again.

Well, that’s all for now. Hopefully I’ll get around to making an actual post sometime in the near future. I have plenty to talk about… I’m just often too lazy to make the effort. Enjoy yourselves out there! PEACE~!