Thursday, July 05, 2007

When it's Time to Change...

...You've got to rearrange.

As of 2 July 2007, I'm trying my damndest to continue my blogging efforts over at the new Hello Sluggo, my first WordPress effort. I won't go so far as to say new and improved... Let's just say different for now.

In the words of Jack Lord, "Be there. Aloha."

Saturday, June 30, 2007

Say "I'll Wait" to iPhone

No, I didn't get an iPhone. I just figured I'd jump on the bandwagon and do an iPhone post.

Actually, I'm as enamoured with the iPhone as anyone else. It's just that I've made it rule of thumb to wait out major tech releases as I don't have wads of cash to throw unto the feet of Stevie Jobs and his empire which I have been actively defending since, oh, about 1987 or so.

Shit, for that alone I feel that I should get one for free. Chew on that for a moment: Apple gave each of its Apple Store employees (does this deal extend to ALL Apple employees?) who've been in their positions for over a year a free iPhone, and the 8Gb version at that. Narrow that down a bit: Apple gave free iPhones to people they pay anyway. Maybe they should giving something to those of us who have been paying them for, um, about twenty years!

Anyway, it was just a fleeting thought. Which makes me think of Fleet enemas. Oh, and takes you to Bank of America. No shit (no pun intended).

So yeah, the iPhone... Xeni Jardin's iPhone release day post at Boing Boing pretty much is the perfect pro and con statement for/against the iPhone, though more for than against. The iPhone aside, there is one glimmering line of prose that seems prophetic while scaring the shit out of me at the same time; When addressing the iPhone touch interface, she belches forth this nugget:

"I wish I could do this on every electronic device I own. I wish Apple would release a tablet with this on it."

It's that last part that sticks. Are we going to see a 30" iMac sans keyboard that you would pull to the edge of your desk and actually type on the screen, "pinch" images in Photoshop to resize them and "fingerpaint" in Illustrator to draw B├ęzier curves? The thought is terrifying. To my wallet, I mean.

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Friday, June 29, 2007

Gaijin Monkeys in Japan

And speaking of Gaijin in Japan, what would happen if gaijin monkeys ended up living in Japan?

Actually, Mike posted the original version of this image in his "About the Author" box, and I couldn't help messing with it. Looks like a couple of crazy drunken village dwarves I saw at the Hounen Matsuri in 2002... They were alot of fun, those guys. I hope they're still around. If anyone sees this and was there this year, let me know if you saw a couple of crazy little guys causing trouble and hitting people up for money to buy Sake One Cups. I'll try to post a photo of them later.

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Thursday, June 28, 2007

All Hail Gaijin in Japan

Having an impromptu Skype-a-thon with Mike at Gaijin in Japan today while I'm working. More of a soundscape, actually. I don't have my mic here, and he's drinkin' shochu, so I can hear him puttering around his room, rustling papers and drunkily farting now and again.

He hit our webcam and posted a shot of us flying the bird. Now that's multitasking!

Monday, June 25, 2007

The Definition of Handicapped

The small dick spammers are getting more imaginative every day. Just have a look at this high tech approach to advertising. Who'da thunk it that a halfassed cartoon of a schlong in a wheelchair would open the floodgates to insecure men everywhere. We're of weaker intelligence than I initially assessed.

Yeah, I blurred the URL. Whaddya think, I'm gonna give them a link on my dime?

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Saturday, June 23, 2007

Map, Schmap...

One of my photos of Otafuku in New York City has been included in the new Schmap New York Travel Guide. I've included their widget on this page 'cos you know, I just need more clutter.

We were last there in May 2000, a little over year before the shit hit the fan down on the south end of Manhattan. I guess you could say it was a different time then... Certainly not a more "innocent" time by any means, but just... Different.

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Been There, Done That

Here's video from this year's Hounen Matsuri, held every March in Komaki (outside Nagoya), Aichi Prefecture, Japan. We attended the festivities in 2002, and I must say that it was the most unique public festival I've ever seen...

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Sunday, June 03, 2007

Gaijin in Japan Talkcast

I made the suggestion to Mike over at Gaijin in Japan that he should look into TalkShoe for creating a call-in talkcast, and he immediately set it up to go down this Wednesday June 6 at 11am Japan time (that's Tuesday night at 9pm central DST).

I've been appointed to bring the beer, which is fine with me 'cos that means I get to drink it all, too.

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Monday, April 16, 2007

Hocus Pocus Really Fast

Focus was always a guilty pleasure of mine, especially when they went out on the freakout limb like the live performance of Hocus Pocus seen above. This shit is crazy fast.

There's a good amount of video on their Official YouTube Channel, too.

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Friday, April 13, 2007

Puchi Bruce is My New Hero

I don't know why he does what he does, and I'm probably the last guy on the Internet to hear about him, but Puchi Bruce is my new hero. And I've never even seen any of the Die Hard movies... Just knowing there's a Japanese guy who looks like a Japanese Bruce Willis and makes Bruce Willis movie send-ups is enough for me.

How about a Bruce Willis and Wesley Willis mashup? Whatchou talkin' about, Willis?

I nearly shit myself laughing at the first half of this video.

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Cool Old Sluggo-Oriented Shit Found on the Web

I was screwing around online at work today, as I am wont to do as huge Photoshop butt-wiping operations files are bringing my workstation to a crawl, and I found this image of the Cream Castle's sign in my hometown of Sikeston, Missouri. The interesting (or maybe kinda frustrating) thing about it is that the guy over and Coffee and Pie doesn't even mention the Cream Castle. Instead, the story waxes nostalgic about Paul Eakins (pronounced AY-kins, as my dad recently corrected my wayward pronounciation of EE-kins) and his Gay 90s Museum of orchestrions & calliopes, yet doesn't offer a link to the Eakins website or a photo... Oh, and the Cream Castle photo is on the Springfield, MO page, while the Sikeston text is mixed up with photos of a crumbling Cairo, Illinois. Hrmph.

Anyway, the Cream Castle is a throwback to the car hop hamburger and fries era. Though it has seen it glory days pass, it was still in operation the last time I passed through Sikeston, and hopefully will continue to do so.

As for the Paul Eakins' Gay 90s Museum, here is a link to the website that sells recordings of the music machines that were the source of his passion.

Sunday, April 08, 2007

Hey, Nice Hat

Annie Sprinkle's tits on my head, January 21, 1994, Vortex Theater, Austin.

How ya like me now?

211 hickman avenue, columbia, missouri 1988

In my old duplex in Columbia, Missouri, 1988. Photo by Andre Vospette (Who probably doesn't remember taking it).

Friday, April 06, 2007

No Contact Lenses for You

My eyes suck. I can barely focus on small text any longer, and routinely catch myself squinting like a blind bastard when trying to read magazines, newpapers, paperbacks, what have you. This is what 20+ years of sitting staring at computer monitors under brash fluorescent lighting does to you.

So recently, I ventured to the eye doctor to get a prescription for glasses. I decided that I wanted to try contacts as an alternative, so I was sent over to the inhouse optician to be fitted with "trial" lenses. I was told I would need training in how to properly put them in, take them out, spit-shine them, etc., to which I agreed. I was told to wash my hands and have a seat. Ten minutes later, a lady came out and told me that they would have to special order the contacts as I have astigmatism. No problem, I would just come back later.

They called me this past Wednesday to inform me that the lenses were ready, and that I could come in anytime. Now, the person on the other end of the line was the same person who said she would order the lenses, and the same person who knew I needed contact lens "training." Just to make sure I understood what she was saying , I asked again, "...And I can come anytime for this? (this meaning the contact lens instruction)" She said yes.

Since the eye doctor told me I should try the contacts over the weekend so that I wouldn't have the demands of work while adjusting to them, I thought coming in on Friday would be a good thing. I even called to make sure they were open over the mid-day lunch period, which they happily informed they were.

So I head over hoping to do my "training" and come back to work with possibly clearer vision and irritated eyes. I was actually excited about this prospect! The same lady who had ordered the lenses and told me I would need instruction before taking my new eyes greeted me and went to get the lenses. Upon return, she looked at my paperwork and said, "Oh wait... You've never had contact lenses? We'll have to make you an appointment for training." I reminded her she had told me on the phone that I could come in anytime for that, to which she answered, "Oh, you can pick them up anytime, but you'll need an appointment for training!"

I'm sure the look I gave her, though I remained courteous, let her know what I was thinking.

"Okay," I said, "Let's make an appointment then. I guess I misunderstood."

She replied that maybe she didn't explain things clearly. Then I told her that I had come on Friday because the doctor said trying the lenses over the weekend would be a good idea. She hemmed and hawed for a moment and said, "Well I guess I could walk you through it. Lets have you wash your hands and have a seat." I thought to myself for a moment about deja vu, then proceeded to wash my hands.

After a few minutes, she came back with the little yellow and blue boxes containing my contacts. Again she looked at my paperwork and frowned. "Oh, you have astigmatism. That's different, I can't show you how to handle these."

Though I wasn't meaning to show it, I stared her down with a look that said "Bitch, are you for real?*"

Then she followed with, "Well, the doctor isn't in today anyway, and he likes to be here to work with you in these situations."

Well, shit.

"I'm learning all these new things that nobody has bothered to tell me before," I said, losing the will to be Mr. Nice Guy. "Maybe I should come back for that appointment when there is someone here who can help me. Thank you."

I left. With very clean hands.

I'm still thinking that I should call them back and tell them to roll those contacts up and shove them in a tight spot.

* Kudos to Dolemite

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

raccoon and shoes, oh my

Here's the raccoon and shoes concoction I mentioned before. The raccoon had been there over a week; The shoes only a couple of days. How did they get there?

hey, um... i found your crack pipe

FOUND: Crack pipe, looks to be heavily used, found on Red Cliff Drive in Austin, Texas.

You find the damndest things on the street. Last week I found $26 on the sidewalk, this week a crackpipe. What will it be next week?

Speaking of which, there has been a roadkill raccoon on Kramer Lane stinking up my walk for the past few days. Yesterday I noticed a shoe laying on top of it. Today I realized it's a pair of running shoes. How odd.

Saturday, January 20, 2007

The Power of Unchikun Compels Me

I have been forced by the sheer power of this video to upload a new blog post!

Miss me?

Friday, September 08, 2006

Porn Dogs, anyone? Dick on a Stick maybe?

Am I the only one who noticed the image that Boing Boing's Mark Frauenfelder decided to have accompany his post on the Minnesota State Fair On A Stick movie at YouTube? I'm not really that gutter-minded am I? Or is it just Mark?

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Right Place, Right Time

I guess I was looking at just the right time to catch this story on Google News...

Friday, September 01, 2006

Hello Durian: The Not-So-Delicious Smell of Armpit Corpse Farts

After lunch at Mandarin House, my coworkers and I stopped off at MT Supermarket to peruse the snack ailse for some Friday afternoon goodies. I picked up some Durian-flavored wafers to spring on my fellow employees, a "favor" I had been promising for some time. A couple of people tried them, but everyone else turned up--or rather, turned away--their noses. Hours later, the guys who tasted the treats are complaining of belching them up. I say the're just enjoying them a second time.

We left them in the breakroom/kitchenette area, package open so everyone could enjoy the aroma. Then someone got the wise idea of stowing some of the wafers in *****'s office, strategically place under the piles of paper and press proofs littering the room. Later, the culprit figured a Nestea Plunge of sorts was in order, and moved the whole package into *****'s office, placing them under his desk and behind a computer where they will be nice and warm over the three-day weekend.

Oh yeah, and then somehow the door got closed.

Below is a photo of this culinary landmine laying in wait for its victim to arrive on a sure-to-be-hungover-from-a-long-weekend Tuesday.