Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Rather than respond with compassion or something admirable like that, I fell back on the one thing I knew, the same thing I was losing faith in: my sense of humor. "You know what my mom used to say was the best remedy for a headache?" I asked.
"What?" she said, knowing I would be no help.
"It was either a hug or a beating..." I guess this is as close as I was going to get to being sweet.
"You don't remember?" She seemed fed up.
"Well, my memory has gotten really bad from all the beatings." And so, I sealed my fate.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
I am not ashamed to admit that I am horrified by Japanese theater. First, there is Bunraku, puppet theater. Almost every bunraku play is about lovers committing suicide, which is weird enough, except they fly around as creepy looking puppets before and after, and it makes me wet my pants.
This is much worse. Noh theater is a bunch of weird drama involving these awful masks. Since the actors wear masks, they have to use body language to get emotions across, and it always ends up with a bunch of fast, jerky head-motions that just make me want to cry. If I was ever trapped in a room with one of these motherfuckers, one of us would have to die.
There's a lot of talk going on in Japan about saving their culture from dying out, as it's quickly getting replaced with American culture. I, for one, look forward to the day when all Japanese entertainment is replaced with this:
"A ARARARA A A!! YES, YOU CAN!!"