かい人21面相

Quite and interesting case we have here: the Monster with 21 Faces, The Video Taped Man, The Fox-Eyed Man, the kidnapping Katsuhisa Ezaki, the self-immolation of police superintendent Yamamato of the Shiga Prefecture.

The Glico Morinaga Case is quite interesting.

"You can't ever find a place that's nice and peaceful, because there isn't any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you're not looking, somebody'll sneak up and write 'Fuck you' right under your nose."

スーパーナチュラル

Of course, as usual, I don't really have anything that's really of any interest to anyone but myself to say.

It's been an all in all good week. I'm starting my diet soon, and I've cut down my soda drinking to about three cans a week, which is pretty good for me. Soon, I will start attending a gym and become a specimen of manly perfection.

I received a completely awesome uber-late birthday present from my friend Evan. The Hell in the Cell boxset has now been added to my collection of wrestling dvds, and has taken it's place on my shelf in between my Japanese Hardcore boxset and my TNA 2008 Pay-Per-View boxset. It is of course filled with all the exciting matches from when the WWF still existed as the name of the company, and when said company was still a contender in the exciting world of Wrestling, which, as the WWE, it has raped of much of it's intensity and action (especially what they did to that once wonderous show of violence and manliness called ECW). Which is why I'm glad they started showing TNA on T.V.

But now away from wrestling.

I had a delightful, albeit short, lunch with Joseph, Jenna, and Jessica today... it's kind of weird that most of my friends names start with Js. (Let's see, there's Joseph, Jenna, Jessica, Jaclyn, Jessica, Jessica, John, James, and Jessica.) They got food from a nice little place known as the Quick Trip, and I just ate my apple and drank my water. We had some nice conversations, and I got to see how much Joseph has grown since I last saw him... I remember when he used to be a midget, and now he's becoming a man.

Tomorrow, one of the other Jessicas, along with Molly, Jared, and Mikey are coming over and we're going to spend the night playing some Left 4 Dead. It should be a good night.

(Oh, the title has nothing to do with this post. It means Supernatural in Japanese, which is quite a good show... quite good.)

Blood and Titties

So, ever since Thanksgiving, and the incredible awkward pre-Thanksgiving get together... I'll talk about that later... I've been playing a lot of video games, and I mean literally somwhere between 24 and 36 hours of time has gone down the shitter.

Firstly, I beat Silent Hill Homecoming six times, got all the endings, all the stupid achievements and was left satisfied yet somehow hollow. It did turn out to be the third best of the franchise, behind 3 and 2 but it relied far too much on the film and wasn't even made by Team Silent, instead being made by Double Helix. At least Akira Yamaoka still did the sound design.

I followed that up with many rounds of Left 4 Dead, Mirror's Edge, and Dead or Alive 4. All great games.

Then I finally got around to playing, and subsequently beating, Ninja Gaiden 2 in all of a day, which made me sort of sad as I wanted more weapons to violently eviscerate the bad guys with... Oh well.

I am now trying to cut myself off from gaming for a while, going so far as to shove the X-box and it's bag in my dark, dank crawlspace.

(Oh yeah, the pre-Thanksgiving party... a lot of old friends, awkwardness on the part of one of my friends and his wife from who he is seperated, and a transexual... that is really all I want to say.)

I didn't really have anything I wanted to talk about so my shitty entry will have to suffice.

Seven months and counting till wrestling school.

Gauze

So, it has finally come to a head. With the inclusion of a book from Permuted Press in the Bartlesville Public Library, the undead take over of Bartlesville is finally making real head way.

You must be thinking "But sir, it's just one book, how can this signify anything big for the future of your favorite type of fiction." (I imagine that everyone calls me sir, because it makes me feel like I am a fifty year old man, which is my ultimate goal.)

I understand that this may not seem like a huge thing to you but for a library who once used to only carry classic literature and harlequin romance novels to now be carrying zombie fiction (not to mention books but known subversives... In a conservative community!) is a huge deal, that means what I've been trying to do has worked. Secondly, it's not fiction, it's speculative fact... stuff to happen in the future.

Now, I have to call the library and request more of such literature... and also get in contact with the Zombie Walk people sometime.

(I know, I'm way to excited about a genre that's been popular for over forty years now, but I'm still a fanboy, otaku piece of shit, so let me have my little joys.)

P.S. The title has nothing to do with anything in this post, it's just the album I happen to be listening to right now.

28 Famous Scenes of Murder and Verse

Thanks to SAME HAT! SAME HAT! I now know that Creation books will be releasing Kazuichi Hanawa and Suehiro Maruo's "New Atrocities in Blood" art book... the only problem, they are only releasing 50 copies of the book, which means I will not be able to get it before all the other violent manga enthusiasts have their grubby little paws on it.... What a sad day!

The Boxer

Here's how sad my life had become, it is now almost six and all I've really done all day is drink a bottle of Wild Irish Rose and listen to Emmylou Harris. Does that sound like a fulfilling day to anyone else? Likely not.

I still haven't gotten a job.... I need one of those.

Awkwardly, just after I finished typing that last fragment my mother came in and handed me applicant instructions for Phillips 66... Which is cool, gas station employee is the career that I've always wanted.

virelai ad mortem festinamus

Vita brevis breviter in brevi finietur,
Mors venit velociter quae neminem veretur,

Omnia mors perimit et nulli miseretur.

Ad mortem festinamus peccare desistamus.

Ni conversus fueris et sicut puer factus

Et vitam mutaveris in meliores actus,

Intrare non poteris regnum Dei beatus.

Ad mortem festinamus peccare desistamus.