Anime City Blast (don't ask about this new name; it confuses me too) took place at the Royal Palm Hotel, within walking distance from my home, so that I didn't have to make some kind of distant voyage to get to AC for once, on Saturday 27th January. I must confess I enjoyed myself largely. I was there from about 9:00 AM, one hour after the thing started, to after 7:00 PM, after it had ended. Oh, the joys of living right there!

I cosplayed as Hotaru from Sailor Moon in her Messiah of Silence outfit. I would have had photos of it to post here but they mysteriously disappeared from my camera. If anyone else has some, I would appreciate your kindness in sending them to me. Shen-chan was there with me, and of course, the first thing he did after I got there was to horn me. Yes, horn me. With the cardboard. Now I shall explain this. I once gave him a scenario that might have taken place if we were married.

*he walks into the room with a Yu-Gi-Oh card sticking conspicuously out of his pocket*
Me: Where have you been, and why are you home so late?!
Him: Darling, I can't lie to you. I've been having a raucous affair behind your back.
Me: Don't bullshit me, you bastard. You've been playing Yu-Gi-Oh.

Ever since, we have referred to playing Yu-Gi-Oh as "horning Kaze". So he horned me for a while. Brother-In-Law was there too. Brother-In-Law is the (he will forgive me for saying this) Big Scary Indian that is Shen-chan's best friend. You can't deny that he is scary. He's Muslim and he's got this Bismillah thing that hangs around his neck, and he wears big thick rings so he looks like a mobster. Once someone tried to steal his phone, but when they saw the Arabic writing that he had as his wallpaper they gave it back. I think I got more kisses from him that day than from Shen-chan. Well, I guess he was justified, seeing as we haven't seen each other in a while. Geronimo was also present but he forgot who I was because when he was younger his sister smashed his head with a plant pot.

Fifi doesn't come out of her house very often, so this was a rare occasion on which she and I got together outside of school. A lot of fun was to follow this meeting. Of course she and I wished they had screened Strawberry Panic, or Maria-sama ga Miteru at AC. It would have been so amusing for the two of us if that had happened. We would have sat in front of that screen all day making silly comments and off-colour lesbian jokes and laughing like crazy. And after a while, all the men at the screen who had heard the cry of "Hey, lesbian anime!" would have left when faced with the fact that there are no nips in Strawberry Panic, and no kissing in Marimite, and we would just have been left with a bunch of lesbos and bisexual girls :P I must use my infinite charm and mention those to the people in charge for the playlist for the next Anime City.

But since there was none of that joyous stuff, we had to make do with what we could get. Pani Poni Dash was on for a good while. It's an anime that's crazy to the point of Excel Saga but somehow not at that pinnacle of insanity just yet. It's got elements of Negima (ten-year-old teacher) and Azumanga Daioh (motley selection of schoolgirls that make really strange facial expressions) in it as well.It is enjoyable. Some ridiculous ecchi-thing involving a load of bananas was going on at the screen next to us. Hellsing was showing for a bit in the VIP screen, and it was the first time I had ever seen it. Those characters were scary and in need of express dental care. Then after a while Afro Samurai started showing too. I think what I need to do is buy Afro Samurai and take it home and put on the subtitles so that I can translate the Ebonics to English. I was seriously understanding nothing that was going on, but I was loving the African-ness of it all.

Shen-chan set up Dance Dance Revolution and then pretty soon it attracted a huge crowd. I fell asleep on the platform right between the dance mats and the screen and then I saw James. I love James, and I wish he still worked at Stationery Plus. I would be happy for an excuse to see James under the pretence of buying stationery. And I need so much stationery these days we could spend long hours conversing about whatever. I saw him once at AC and never again. He's not large, so he just disappeared into the crowds, never to resurface. A while later I went to Subway with Kitten and some friends of hers. Kitten was dressed as Rukia and one of her friends was Mugen. He was wearing some hand-crafted geta that were causing him spinal pain. We made such a lovely picture in Subway. I was lucky enough, in full costume complete with wig and eye makeup, to run into one of the ladies from my yoga class with her two kids. That was particularly awkward, especially since I skipped yoga to go to AC. Kitten bought me a cookie. It was so tasty. And Mugen let me eat his lamb. Brother-In-Law was at Subway too with his friends, none of whom I had met before. I sat on his lap like I was visiting a department store Santa Claus. He even asked me if I was behaving myself, to which I answered "Yes, and I want an XBox". When he was done, he told me to "run along and play with my friends".

When I came back I watched Shen-chan and his friend the Daemon tear up the dance mats for a while, and when the smell of smoke and sparks became too much for my poor lungs and eyes, I retired to the frigid VIP "basement" with Fifi. That proved to be the best decision I had made all day. What happened was that we were blessed with stupid fodder for our scandalous laughter and off-colour comments in the form of Wordsworth! It seems like Trinidadian men have never seen an anime woman get raped by a giant insect before. All the men were making primate noises in there, while Fifi and I were unimpressed. Cross-species rape is soooo overdone. Is there ever a hentai where consensual homo-species sex occurs? Instead we get giant insect raping woman with tail and cat ears. Pair of pigs in thongs raping busty blonde. Large brown penis objecting loudly to good taste. Woman with tail and cat ears meowing loudly while engaging in sexual intercourse with large brown penis man. Woman's tail becoming erect and electrified during heightened arousal. Animation sped up during heightened arousal. Tape out of sync so bad that large brown penis man often ends up speaking in cat-ears-and-tail woman's voice and vice-versa. Needless to say it was just too much for the two of us. Our sides and stomachs were fit to rend from the gales and screams of laughter outpouring from our lungs. Tears bristled at our eyes as Fifi tried in vain to explain to our classmate Longfellow the inordinately humourous travesty that was unfolding before us. Why then, at this moment, did Fifi suddenly have to leave?!

It angered me, and I couldn't stand to watch the crap any longer. Sitting through shit alone is never as good as sitting through shit with Fifi. So for the rest of the day I watched more DDR, stopped Brother-In-Law from smoking a cigarette, took several compromising pictures that were later lost in the great flood of whatever the hell happened to my camera, and went to the bathroom. For a very long time.

Afterwards, Shen-chan and I (still in costume) went to my uncle's house, where he and I (still, yet again, in costume) played Halo ^__^ I have this deep affection in my heart for Halo that was brought out by him. There is nothing I love more than charging the Covenant head-on while holding down the fire button on an assault rifle. I kill rather like the way I drive in GranTurismo and Cruisin' Anything. I don't believe in brakes :P Too much fun. Of course, Shen-chan can be a potty mouth while gaming, so after our session my four-year old cousin was walking around the house yelling "I want your blood!" delightedly.

Ohh, not a mite, not a bite... What a Saturday night.

Permalink

I feel like the curse of the ShanMonster has been placed on me. And I love the ShanMonster. I could sit and read ShanMonster vs. the ICQverts all day. A friend and I were having a conference over MSN for no reason. Someone just likes to have big conversations. This particular little chat was going rather well until we noticed some childish input coming from the Moroccan faction of our conference. Nobody in the group knew who invited this guy in, but he certainly wasn't welcome, since he began to curse like it was all the English he knew, so the others began to make some derogatory comments. I stayed quiet and watched all of this unfolding, that is, until he tried to correct someone using the wrong spelling of a word. The person typed "stupid", he insisted that the correct spelling was "stupied". That's when I got irritated and said, "That's it; fuck off." After leaving the conference, following the example of the other irritated members, this one-on-one exchange-- if it can be called that-- ensued. I think you can easily tell who's who in this dialogue.

ThE power Of The LOve TaKen huge Part In Our LIfe So  Be REady to love THe One who LOVES you says:

look

ThE power Of The LOve TaKen huge Part In Our LIfe So  Be REady to love THe One who LOVES you says:

ur mother what she made

Kaze/Heathen - The girl with the low and sensible heels is likely to pay for her bed and meals. says:

My mother made very few things of worth in her life.

ThE power Of The LOve TaKen huge Part In Our LIfe So  Be REady to love THe One who LOVES you says:

yes but why you said a shit word to me

ThE power Of The LOve TaKen huge Part In Our LIfe So  Be REady to love THe One who LOVES you says:

ami not a humain being

Kaze/Heathen - The girl with the low and sensible heels is likely to pay for her bed and meals. says:

A shit word?

Kaze/Heathen - The girl with the low and sensible heels is likely to pay for her bed and meals. says:

What could a shit word possibly be?

ThE power Of The LOve TaKen huge Part In Our LIfe So  Be REady to love THe One who LOVES you says:

yes

ThE power Of The LOve TaKen huge Part In Our LIfe So  Be REady to love THe One who LOVES you says:

 like fuck off

Kaze/Heathen - The girl with the low and sensible heels is likely to pay for her bed and meals. says:

We were noticing a pattern of somewhat juvenile behaviour on your part.

ThE power Of The LOve TaKen huge Part In Our LIfe So  Be REady to love THe One who LOVES you says:

ok

ThE power Of The LOve TaKen huge Part In Our LIfe So  Be REady to love THe One who LOVES you says:

so why you were so stiffer with me

ThE power Of The LOve TaKen huge Part In Our LIfe So  Be REady to love THe One who LOVES you says:

where are u from

Kaze/Heathen - The girl with the low and sensible heels is likely to pay for her bed and meals. says:

I'm from Trinidad, like most others in that conversation were.

ThE power Of The LOve TaKen huge Part In Our LIfe So  Be REady to love THe One who LOVES you says:

ok

ThE power Of The LOve TaKen huge Part In Our LIfe So  Be REady to love THe One who LOVES you says:

why say shit word about  my country

ThE power Of The LOve TaKen huge Part In Our LIfe So  Be REady to love THe One who LOVES you says:

said

Kaze/Heathen - The girl with the low and sensible heels is likely to pay for her bed and meals. says:

Who, me?

ThE power Of The LOve TaKen huge Part In Our LIfe So  Be REady to love THe One who LOVES you says:

yes

ThE power Of The LOve TaKen huge Part In Our LIfe So  Be REady to love THe One who LOVES you says:

and you will pay the price

Kaze/Heathen - The girl with the low and sensible heels is likely to pay for her bed and meals. says:

I never made any derogatory remarks about Morocco. I have nothing to pay for, my friend.

ThE power Of The LOve TaKen huge Part In Our LIfe So  Be REady to love THe One who LOVES you says:

no

ThE power Of The LOve TaKen huge Part In Our LIfe So  Be REady to love THe One who LOVES you says:

i will do many ways to take my revange

ThE power Of The LOve TaKen huge Part In Our LIfe So  Be REady to love THe One who LOVES you says:

why you shit my country

Kaze/Heathen - The girl with the low and sensible heels is likely to pay for her bed and meals. says:

*nods and listens*

Kaze/Heathen - The girl with the low and sensible heels is likely to pay for her bed and meals. says:

I never ingested your country. It's not possible for me to shit it.

ThE power Of The LOve TaKen huge Part In Our LIfe So  Be REady to love THe One who LOVES you says:

your friend did

Kaze/Heathen - The girl with the low and sensible heels is likely to pay for her bed and meals. says:

*wonders to self how that is possible*

Kaze/Heathen - The girl with the low and sensible heels is likely to pay for her bed and meals. says:

Most people in that conversation were strangers to me.

ThE power Of The LOve TaKen huge Part In Our LIfe So  Be REady to love THe One who LOVES you says:

ok

ThE power Of The LOve TaKen huge Part In Our LIfe So  Be REady to love THe One who LOVES you says:

look

ThE power Of The LOve TaKen huge Part In Our LIfe So  Be REady to love THe One who LOVES you says:

can i become ur boyfriend

 

 ThE power Of The LOve TaKen huge Part In Our LIfe So  Be REady to love THe One who LOVES you is inviting you to start sending webcam. Do you want to Accept (Alt+C) or Decline (Alt+D) the invitation?

 

Kaze/Heathen - The girl with the low and sensible heels is likely to pay for her bed and meals. says:

Er, no.

Kaze/Heathen - The girl with the low and sensible heels is likely to pay for her bed and meals. says:

That's a most sudden and drastic shift of the conversation topic.

Kaze/Heathen - The girl with the low and sensible heels is likely to pay for her bed and meals. says:

I thought you were going to go all Jihad on me, but now you seem to prefer soliciting my favours.

ThE power Of The LOve TaKen huge Part In Our LIfe So  Be REady to love THe One who LOVES you says:

yes

Kaze/Heathen - The girl with the low and sensible heels is likely to pay for her bed and meals. says:

Besides, I am engaged.

ThE power Of The LOve TaKen huge Part In Our LIfe So  Be REady to love THe One who LOVES you says:

ok

ThE power Of The LOve TaKen huge Part In Our LIfe So  Be REady to love THe One who LOVES you says:

i dont know what to do so bye

ThE power Of The LOve TaKen huge Part In Our LIfe So  Be REady to love THe One who LOVES you says:

4ever

Kaze/Heathen - The girl with the low and sensible heels is likely to pay for her bed and meals. says:

*curtsies*

Kaze/Heathen - The girl with the low and sensible heels is likely to pay for her bed and meals. says:

Fare you well.

 

 ThE power Of The LOve TaKen huge Part In Our LIfe So  Be REady to love THe One who LOVES you has canceled the invitation to start sending webcam.

 

Permalink

Holidays are now over. I am back in the dungeon. School started on the 2nd of January. I cannot imagine what could possibly have happened to the Minister of Education in her childhood to warrant such bitchiness on her part towards us suffering students. It is now the end of the second week of school and it feels like it's been going on for a lifetime. Such is usually the case with school.

Leaves is gone. He only left last week, but of course, that feels like it's been forever too. I miss the guy bad. I mean, I'm always alone in my house. Especially during the holidays. My parents go off to work and I'm left alone with the housekeeper. That's never fun, since I'm always being kicked out of rooms, and barged in upon... But thank God he chose the first week of school to leave, so at least the effect of his absence wasn't too severe. It's really disorienting when someone who was living in your house for a month is suddenly gone. Now there's no one in the spare bedroom playing World of Warcraft at high volumes for me to go and watch. It all makes me wonder if I should actually begin playing World of Warcraft... I wouldn't trust myself to, but the idea is tempting. Maybe after I win my scholarship.

Matters aren't exactly wonderful in school. I don't really feel like I belong to that tight-knit few that I always loved, even if they never knew. I don't think I have any actual friends anymore. I've just formed a large number of shallow relationships. Guy friends. That's what I have. But my guy friends are girls. There's no one I feel comfortable enough around to show my weakness to. I can talk for hours about some stupid anime, stupid pornography, stupid videogame... but never really about anything important. I kind of miss having really difficult questions hurled at me, even if I never knew how to answer. But before this entry takes the plunge into emo, I'll change the subject quickly.

I made friends with a pretty girl called Kitten. She has long hair and archy eyebrows and a proud nose with a little freckle on it and a small mouth and boobies and strong-looking legs and cute little toes. And she's tall. And older than me. It all sounds lovely. And she likes Strawberry Panic too. For the information of all you souls, Strawberry Panic is my new lifelong love, though it can never take the place that Sailor Moon has in my heart. She says she wants to meet Étoile. I'd like to meet Shizuma-sama too. So she could rape me.

*RAPE*

The choir will be going to Germany some time later this year. It's something that we're all pretty damn excited about, of course. We're going to a somewhat country-town part of Germany, called Wernigerode. It's on the slope of a mountain near a river, and it has a castle. It sounds positively charming, but I kind of wish we could go to a big city too. It would be so nice. I could pick up a Rammstein CD or two, maybe some quality merchandise... That would be the best place ever to get gifts for my friends. We, that is the vice principal, a German-speaking teacher and I, are attempting to organise a regular German class on Fridays at lunch, so tomorrow... or later today... I have to go shopping for a recording.

I hope to go malling with Shen-chan, so we can buy some lovely things together. On my shopping list are books, a German package, several panties, a lace garter belt and a decent meal. All this will take place hopefully after choir practice, which is eclipsing my first yoga class of the new year. Yes, I take yoga every Saturday from 9 until 10:30 with this yoga teacher that seems to be in high demand. Her classes are always full and her waiting list is extensive. I waited about nine months to get into these classes. Every day I do (or try to do, sometimes I fail) surya namaskar twenty times, twenty kundalini frogs, a series of Warrior poses in a vinyasa from sun salutation and a three-minute shoulderstand. I can once again touch my toes, so I feel very satisfied with myself, and even though yoga kills me at this stage, I think I'm staying with it. Not like volleyball and hockey. This time it's for real.

Uh... I learned what a ganguro is too. It's something disgusting. Speaking of something disgusting, I've also been spending a lot of time on www.somethingawful.com. The Horrors of Pornography, Rom Pit and Photoshop Phriday are my favourite sections there. They always bring a smile to my face.

So now, it is ten minutes past midnight and I'm excited about going shopping with Shen-chan. Let's just hope our plans actually come through. I've never gone shopping (legitimately) with him before.

Permalink

Well, for the moment I am revelling in the near-infinite freedom that comes with the Christmas holidays. I say "near infinite" because my wonderfully amiable teachers have seen fit to load my ass up with assignments, and one of my Spanish teachers loves me so much that she decided I should have extra work to do! Ain't she lovely? She really sees this whole extra assignments thing as something that will help me not to stagnate in her class. Well, I'm certainly not stagnating, but at what cost to my sound mind?

CAPE works like this: for each subject you have an internal assessment (I.A.) that constitutes 20% of your final grade. For communication studies (also known as LIES) we must submit a portfolio about a particular topic. In this portfolio there must be one expository piece, in which you talk about how you did your research for some reason; two reflective pieces, which are creative bits you write about your topic, which have to fall into two different literary genres out of prose, poetry and drama; and one analytical piece, which we haven't spoken about even once so I have no fucking idea what it's supposed to be. I chose "the influence of the United States of America on Caribbean culture". How the fuck am I supposed to write a poem about it?!

There was a man from New Orleans,
Who said to a Trini, 'Wear jeans!' 

Yeah. Well, moving on from that travesty... I have it a bit easier in French and Spanish because I have curious and interesting topics to research and give a three-minute speech about. I'm investigating why the French like nuclear power so much, what that might mean for the French Caribbean region, and whether it's a good idea. In Spanish I'm going to talk about the grand impact of the Aztecs, or the Mexicas, on the culture of Mexico, which is something that I find really engaging. However, in English literature I have done something that may come back to haunt me. I have made the folly of choosing the particularly hard topic. I'm working within the genre of drama, specifically Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing, and I'm going to do a painting of Act 4, Scene 1. Everyone else doing literature has to write 2000 words. I have to do a painting and write 2000 words. Tell me, all. Does this seem fair? Is this or is this not a grave injustice to me?

So that's what I'm doing for my vacation. Simply spiffing. My brother Leaves is back in the country and he is enjoying vegetating in front of the computer, reaping the benefits of five days of playing World of Warcraft. I've been sitting watching him play this so much that last night I fucking dreamed that I was in World of Warcraft. How gay is that? And while we're on the subject of gay, he's also been blasting Madonna, Shakira, Nelly Furtado, Britney Spears and some other very strange things, and singing about Lola. La-la-la-la-lo-la. Sometimes I wonder. The other one is coming in with his sugary girlfriend the day after Christmas. Sugary is going to be rooming with me for a few days.

Permalink

Okay, well my TMJD has healed. I feel sort of like a new person now. One who can move her jaw from side to side with no pain. So I guess that's pretty good.

The sixth form is depressing me. I know I'll get over it eventually as I become more accustomed to it, but for now I think I deserve to feel a little bit miserable. After all, I've just finished the CXC syllabus and sat the exams only to be jolted into the CAPE syllabus which we have five months to complete before mock exams. I would very much like to wallop the fine Bajans in charge of the Caribbean Examinations Council for a number of things; first and foremost my grade in visual art.

Now, after sitting the CXC exams and waiting patiently for my results, I was worrying like crazy. Not for French and Spanish; I've no need to worry about those. Not for math, because the math exam was wonderful (even for me, who hates math with a passion). Not for social studies, because my teacher saw my responses after the exam and assured me of a one. Not for English literature or language because those are subjects you just don't fail unless you don't finish the exam. And certainly not for art, because I receive a grade of 80% and over on EACH INDIVIDUAL PIECE. I received over 80% in the end-of-term exam. I received over 80% in the mock exam.

I was worried for history and biology. So WHY, for the love of God, give me a one in history and biology and a two, a foul TWO in art? It doesn't make any sense... People get pissed off at me complaining about that two. I'm sorry, pissed-off people, but where academics are concerned, I don't settle for second best. Nevertheless I'm pretty happy about the rest of my results. All ones, seven distinctions ^__^ I'm still a little irritated about that two, though. Cause I know I didn't deserve to get that mark. So I'm getting it queried. What sucks is that to question the almighty judgement of the Council-- *spits on the floor*-- you have to pay them your money. I have paid my money (all fucking TT$120 worth of it) and am still waiting for the results of my query. I'd better not get a three. I deserve that one.

But back to form six. It's hard to adjust to an entirely different program of work. And it's really disengaging to be totally flabbergasted in Spanish and omit 25% of your first test when you're used to getting 94-95% overall. And the first test wasn't even for marks. Being an overachiever sucks. It's so much harder to be satisfied with yourself. And you freak out so much more than you should.

I'm taking Spanish, French and literature in English for CAPE. I'm taking these because I need a scholarship. I can't afford tertiary education otherwise (unless I find my arse in UWI). So I am currently searching out a way to do visual art for GCE. Another subject I am doing for CAPE is communication studies. Communication studies is basically a conspiracy by some God-awful Creole people to standardise Caribbean Creole English and teach standard English-speaking students (however few there may be) to use Creole effectively. I really don't see this as necessary. Why should I be the one who is made to feel self-conscious and idiotic when I can't understand a word someone is saying to me because I'm mishearing "bush" for "porch"? What happened to the days when these people would at least TRY to speak English? We Trinidadians can all speak Creole to some extent. It is in our blood. No foreigner could possibly hope to learn it, because it keeps evolving and changing, especially since we seem to keep stealing these offensive-sounding Jamaican slangs like "bomboclat", among others. But NOT all Trinidadians can speak English! I might offend some people with this, but seriously: I don't care. I don't see Creole English as a standard language. That's just my take on it.

Apart from the subject being a clandestine plot by the Creole conspirators, it is also incredibly boring in my view. There are several nude Rei Ayanamis floating all over my communication studies notebook. The unclothed pilot is wearing nothing but a pair of A10 nerve clips. For some unexplainable reason, attempting to internalise the concepts of interpretation, encoding and feedback drives me to create with my pencil countless naked females, some without heads and most with extremely defined buttocks. They pose compromisingly on almost every page, revelling in the sheer joy of not wearing anything. Perhaps they are a reflection of my own desire to strip down to nothing in the middle of communication studies class, which takes place every day except Thursday in a stifling hot classroom.

And wouldn't you know it, I have a test tomorrow. I should study.

Permalink

As if entering the sixth form wasn't difficult enough for me, I now have some strange disease too! I have about five or six months to complete syllabi for four CAPE subjects and I go fuck up myself with some infirmity!

I have been diagnosed with a wonderfully pleasant condition called TEMPOROMANDIBULAR JOINT DYSFUNCTION! Doesn't that just scream "fun"? What happens when Mr. TMJD comes to visit is it gets extremely difficult to open your mouth because of the acute stabbing pain in the side of your face!  <--Ouch! And guess what else? I get to have MIGRAINES! It may have been caused by excessive nail-biting or stress-related jaw-clenching (also known as bruxism), or even excessive kissing; we are not exactly sure what caused my temporomandibular joint to dislocate itself spontaneously. But all I know is it's just fun fun fun from here!

To treat this condition, I've been fitted with something called a jig, to keep my bottom jaw from meeting the rest of my head. It is not a machine. It is not reminiscent of an appliance. Actually, it looks a bit like a stick of Juicy Fruit. The problem with it is that it's a bit sharp around the edges where it wasn't shaved off properly. And the other problem with it is that ish makesh me shalk wike zhish. Ish gesh preshy annoying afsher a whiwe. And I'm drooling and slurping. It also makes me look like I possess the dental formations associated with order rodentia. My family members have begun referring to me as Bugs.

This is not the worst of it, however. The jig is only part of the program of treatment. It seems my stepfather neglected to tell me this. If the jig doesn't do the trick, I might need drugs. And if the drugs fail to fix my skull I'll need surgery. If not I guess I'll just go to school and sit my CAPE exams looking like this:

Shee you leysher, everybozhy!

Image stolen from www.1031haunts.com.

Permalink

Here is where I take a break from my witty, sarcastic banter on life to bring to light a severe (and I mean severe) issue. Trinidad is a small island. A small island like Trinidad cannot support an aluminium smelter plant, let alone an aluminium AND a steel smelter plant within ten miles of each other. Winston Dookeran, please form a party quickly and niggle Patrick Manning into calling a snap election so that you can become the Prime Minister and rid us once and for all of that man's delusions of grandeur. It is when the Right Honourable makes suggestions/decisions like these that I think back to that immortal comment by BC Pires (not quoted exactly):

"I think he should take over the whole of Trinidad and rename the nation 'Patrick Manning and Tobago'."

The image below is a map of the area which will be sacrificed to the demon god of Aluminium. This is a pretty big area when you consider the size of the island as a whole. It lies on a fault line. It is seismically unstable. And what do they want to do here? They want to dig. Is this not a genius idea?

I can only imagine how wonderful it will be for development for us all to suffer lead poisoning! Think of the jobs that will be created when people are going to die from toxic emissions before they come out to work! How spectacular it is for the people of south Trinidad to be evicted from their homes so that a big, stinking, polluted hole can be made where they stood! It is my opinion that as a nation, we are industrialised (or is it Americanised?) enough. We have come far in these last few decades. No longer are goats our sole source of entertainment. We can shop in malls, walk everywhere while speaking on our cellular phones or having iPods plugged into our ears and spend countless hours using the Internet and posting on MySpace or LiveJournal or any other host. It is not necessary for us to attain the status of a first-world nation by 2020!!! We in the Caribbean especially have some nice benefits to being a third-world country, you know. We can download music for free and not get arrested. We can make references to Hitler in public and not get arrested. We can cross the road like assholes and not get arrested! We can also give cocaine to babies and get out on bail but that is beside the point.

The point is this: do not do it. Do not SMELT our country, Mr. Right Honourable! Hopefully today will be the day when I send a joint letter with a friend directly to Alcoa itself, telling it NOT to go through with this travesty. In the meantime, I suggest that anyone wishing to involve him or herself in the battle against the demon god of Aluminium go to www.nosmeltertt.com for more information on the grand master plan and ways in which you can help.

Permalink

Well... During these last weeks, months, however long since my last update, I've been experiencing chocolate withdrawal symptoms and seem to have contracted the dreaded Large Download Fever. I've been using my free time to remove several gigabytes of space from my hard drive with Sailor Moon. Yes, all 200 episodes are now safely in my possession. I've also downloaded the entire discography of Ayumi Hamasaki (and Shen-chan is extremely happy for this. I did not download this for myself). A further two gigabytes of free space have been committed to the next world in order to be replaced by all thirteen (count 'em) episodes of Natsuhiko Kyogoku's Requiem from the Darkness. The current download is 4 gigabytes worth of something called Erementar Gerad-- or as I've heard it called, Elemental Gelade, which sounds better but makes about as much sense as any other anime series title these days. I'm also downloading this for the sake of Shen-chan, because he's seriously been bugging me about it.

A little cosplay idea is beginning to form in my head, and several untidy and carelessly coloured patterns and sketches have spawned from my hands already. The success of my idea depends on the true date of the next AC, or Trinicon, or whatever the ass it is they call it. Which is the proper date: August 5th, or October 14th? I'd seriously prefer the latter date. Their website seems to have been down for a while... So if anyone has information on the date, I'd be delighted if you wouldn't leave me in the dark. In the meantime, I will sit and wish to God that I knew how to sew, or venture out to find a kind person to do this for me. I'll pay this person only if he/she doesn't use revenge pricing on me. And in case anyone wonders, or cares, I'm thinking about Miss Ogin. Now, I do not possess the breasts of Ogin, and neither do I possess the posterior of Ogin, nor the complexion of Ogin. Nevertheless, safety pins will help me in my endeavour.

Early this month I met someone I knew from my primary school days. So many interesting and long-hidden memories have resurfaced since then. We reminisce about the fear and terror we students were subjected to within the walls of that building, where the most feared punishment was being put on the porch-- no, I apologise: the Porch. Why we were all so plumb terrified of the Porch, no one will ever know. I mean, all we did was stand there. Why was the Porch so scary? Why did even the oldest and toughest of boys become reduced to tears when sent to the Porch? Perhaps there were Tomb-Raideresque spikes hiding in the ground. Or perhaps if you stepped on a particular tile it would open like a trap-door and you would fall into the Catacombs, where you'd meet up with and join the ranks of the remnants of all the other poor souls sent to the Porch. I'm quite glad I met this guy again. Our friendship has (and always did have, even when I was just growling ferociously at him as a child of about nine) potential.

Well, that's about all I have to report really. Other than the above, I have become infatuated with the article on SomethingAwful.com about the worst title screens of all time. That was funny as ass, so I suggest you go take a look.

What an interesting array of colours. The one with the pokey tits, my friends, is Miss Ogin. Is she not wonderful?

Permalink

Since the age of about six years old I've been in love with this chick and all her friends. I'd carry her to school in my arms every day. I tried to introduce her to my companions. When I went out she draped herself over my chest and sometimes protected me from attacks by vicious yet adorable large dogs. Then she went away for some time and left me feeling distraught. Since then I was searching for her all over the internet, trying to find a picture, a video, anything to let me know she was still alive.

Now I'm downloading all 200 episodes of her at a whopping 3.6 kB per second! Joy!

If you haven't figured it out yet, this childhood love I speak of is Sailor Moon. I don't care if anyone is against our love, because Sailor Moon just fucking rocks, okay? Her and all the rest of them, they just make my world so much nicer to live in. Back in the old days, you'd get up really early in the morning every weekday and watch Sailor Moon while you got ready for school. Since learning how to use the internet, though, I learned that a number of key things were conspicuously missing from this North American dubbed bullshit version that I and many others were being fed.

• Each episode was snipped, edited and cut down to make room for more commercials (which, to a young child, is heresy).
• Poor Haruka and Michiru were forced to become cousins :(
• Zoisite is a man.
• The baby had a penis.

I sat through the horror of the so-called "Saban Moon" travesty, which wasn't made by Saban at all. The strained political correctness in the United States makes me feel a bit uncomfortable, and it's all epitomised here for your spewing pleasure in this wonderful trailer.

Then there was that time that Sailor Moon mysteriously disappeared from Trinidadian cable television. I think I cried. I must have. I think I cried even more when I heard that it had come back to Cartoon Network. Why did I cry? Because in Trinidad you get the Latin American Cartoon Network. The one where they speak Spanish all the time, and the programming is different. While it did help me learn Spanish, the absence of Sailor Moon created this hole in my heart that never went away until now.

BitTorrent technology is truly the greatest achievement of modern man this century. Using this ingenious method, I have managed to secure Sailor Moon Classic, Sailor Moon S and HALF of Sailor Moon R, all in Japanese with subtitiles, with full lesbianism, gay men, penis babies, Makoto's sexual preference shift, incest fungus girl, no commercials, no wheelchairs and NO Sailor Says. *shiver* I'm irritated at the moment, because my download of the second half of Sailor Moon R was going fine (84%) until they decided to DISCONNECT THE COMPUTER and move it to another room! Now we're snailing along at 5.2 kB per second, which is an improvement but still quite irritating when you've been spoiled on 20 kB and above.

Here's to lesbians and Haruka-chan at her most manly :P

Permalink

I direct this question to "Tech Source", who left a comment on one of my back entries. Do the views and opinions expressed in the aforementioned comment reflect those of the entire staff of the establishment of Tech Source, or those of a private individual?

Permalink