Speaking of Turning Japanese, is anyone else completely in love with the Charlie's Angels soundtrack? Yeah, from way back in 2000. That album was [as a Christmas card I recently received would say] primo shit. It introduced me to Deelite, any album that includes Deelite is [again] primo shit. Anyway, it included this song called, "Turning Japanese" by the Vapors, I believe. Short story long, all morning I've been researching my trip to Japan, and it made me think of that song.
Oh, yeah. I'm going to Japan. And I'm going to do it for $4,000. That is the budget I have given myself for my 21st birthday present to myself. Hopefully I can divide it equally between money it takes to get there, and money to spend there. I'm really looking forward to seeing Akihabara, it's kind of what inspired my trip. For the uninitiated, Akihabara is a sector in Tokyo, that is primarily known for it's shopping. Thankfully, by shopping, I mean stories upon stories of the latest electronics, gadgets, and gizmos. You know in Japan, they have that super-secret James Bond type shit. Watches that double as lasers, sunglasses that are really thermonuclear binoculars. Okay, maybe not. But I just want to go.
Originally, I was planning on going to New York. But honestly, I hate New York. And I've already been there. I wanted to go somewhere wild and foreign. I didn't want to know the language, and, most importantly, I wanted to be able to get lost. Have you ever just wanted to lose yourself in the grand scheme of things? A lot of the time, I feel like I have a very pointed position in life. At work, people know to come to me to fix their broken computer, or my residents know to come to me when life is down on them. And I'm not saying I don't enjoy that, quite the opposite. I just want to lose myself. There really isn't any other way I know how to articulate that thought.
So, tentatively speaking, come June 13th, 2010 I'll be in Tokyo
09 January 2009
Turning Japanese
03 January 2009
"Oh, I Like to Suck Dick, and I Like it Up the Ass, but I'm Not Gay"
I like analogies. If you're good at them [and so few people are] chances are I'll like you. the Mistress is pretty good at them, one of the many reasons that I enjoy her ever-increasing company. Sadly, many people really suck at them, I mean ... wait, what was the original point of this post?
Oh, yeah! Christmas! The other day I was talking to her about how I really don't like Christmas anymore. The holiday itself. I enjoy Christmas music, buying and wrapping presents, decorating and baking, but when it comes to the day itself I am inevitably disappointed. I can't help it. Whether it's the family yelling at each other like common inmates (though, I earnestly believe inmates may be better behaved than the Mykal Bloom family) or not talking to each other and gossiping acidly behind each others' backs, holidays aren't usually a happy time. Which makes me think, how many of those fondly-regarded Christmases of my youth actually sucked monkey balls, and I just didn't know it? How many brutal family arguments did I miss because I was so engrossed in my Power Rangers action figures? (Rita <33).
So, now that I'm older, I've just come to not anticipate Christmas. Of course I buy presents. Jesus knows I'm always prowling for any excuse to recklessly throw cash away. And yes, I blare my Mariah Carey "Merry Christmas" album, and I absolutely lurve to bake Christmas cookies, but Christmas just isn't . . . exciting anymore. Perhaps it's just another depressing reality of getting older, but in all honesty, I'd rather have the music and cookies and skip the holiday itself.
And when explaining all of this to the dear mistress, she retorted curtly, "Dude, you like Christmas. That's like saying, 'Oh, I like to suck dick, and I like it up the ass, but I'm not gay.' No, fuck that, you like Christmas"
If only that were the case.
