Despite what y'all might think after reading this, I simply HAVE to post more crap here more often. Like it or not!

Maybe if I posted more often, I would naught be so full of total and utter contempt for 99.7% of everything in the aforementioned and deservedly lampooned blogosphere. I might get that number down to, say 94 or 93%.

I'm begging the question as usual, I suppose.

My quixotic notion of making this some ANIME/NASCAR bloog, well....I might as well be the guy who manages HELL, as in HELL is still under new management. Ya know, THAT guy. There is too much, hell, too much heaven, too much of everything. I could have been taking the easy way out and posting up my weekly newsletter that I send to 3 of my NASCAR buddies. THAT way, the entire population of Port Moody, British Columbia, could, over the healing hands of time, know more that what each man, woman, and child in that town need to know about the alleged homosexuality of Jeffro Gordine, and the existential antinomy that lurks beneath the surface when one suddenly realizes that this great anime SCHOOL DAYS was actually an eroge.

Fear not. I'm not going there anytime soon, I hope. What I really wanted to do all along was write this truly lucid and insightful bloog post about the Power of Love in anime, using offbeat and unexpected anime as examples. No, scratch that, I would just go with the usual suspects, such as Marmalade Boy. I would write bloog posts about Marmalade Boy that you would cry yourselves to sleep over....just as y'all have, many many times cried yourselves to sleep over actual episodes of Marmalade Boy.

Now don't be ashamed to admit this....for y'all have done this.

Anyway, I was going to write this brave and terrible essay on love and it was meant to be a guest post on this fabulous blog from Germany, Heterochromia. And then, hopefully a few more people than the entire polulation of Opelika, Alabama or Hazelwood, Missouri would get to read this.

But here I am, begging the question, instead of tearing the rest of the heart and soul out of Trever & Krista's Wedding Nightmares. Probably just as well since Trever looks like he could come over here and kick my ass t'il hell wont have it. Also, I'm not roasting Mommy I'm Loony!!! until all the life that was never there to begin with is sucked right out of the meat. As for the couple who escaped to New York....well....words escape me at the moment....just not to New York. But just around sunset, the words come strolling on home for some pulled pork and cornbread and sweet tea. And the words are: " Sod off you dopey wankers!!"

But I'm not doing that. I'm not twisting the knife into any paltry and inspic family bloogs. I'm not railing against the mind-numbing shitassery of Aemilia or "We Have Some Planes", or even worse yet, Hardcore Punk. *hrrrr*

Then again, I'm not talking up my darling Evangeline either.....my Dream of Doll Pitts who is beyond cuteness. I'm not saying a word about the WI BJD Forum either....nor am I uttering a sound about Geek.Kon. Nothing, either about LUCKY STAR!



Nope...not a word about dolls, or Lucky Star ((or any other anime)), or NASCAR. Not a murmur about Barbie and Ken, other then "Naughty Ken....NAUGHTY!! You're not supposed to kiss Skipper!!"; Ken Schrader; or Hokuto No Ken.

Once again, I've run some sort of semiotic gauntlet. I'm not quite sure what step on the ladder of writing I'm perched on. But unless you wish to engage in some sort notional poetic discourse, you'd best back away now.



Mood: Sullen & Semiotic
Beer: NEW GLARUS Hearty Hop IPA
Music: "Love Is Stronger" by Sebadoh
posted by Fat Nakago at 9:07 PM