Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 

On the days you'd rather be somewhere else other than the store, the mornings when you'll probably survive so long as the customers stay away...that's when you'll encounter that one single customer who elevates your level of potential rage from "easily annoyed" to "I need a favour and an alibi". One such customer strolled into the store this morning, at a time when all I wanted was to just stand in an empty, quiet store and wait for the two extra-strength Tylenol's to kick in. The morning had already begun on an optimistic note, where I woke up to a humid bedroom, with a nasty crick in my neck and a body attempting to fall asleep on me while I was in the shower.

To keep the gory details short, this woman wouldn't really shut up, and always repeated the same things over and over, and kept running around the store going "Tell me the price of this" when the price tag dangled right in front of her face. And then she wanted to see things that required a ladder in order to bring them down, and upon examining then she'd state they were too childish-looking and she didn't want to use luggage meant for kids. (To which I muttered something that almost sounded like, "Then why'd you ask for it in the first place, you nit?") In the end, she walked out of the store--empty-handed, indecisive and alive--and I congradulated myself on pulling off the seemingly impossible by not openly strangling her in the store.

Ah, self-discipline.

In other news, you'd be surprised at how easily it is to mistake a jug of cold water with a jug of that new Invisible Koolaid. Which brings us to Today's Lesson: Gabriel does not like drinking a bottle filled with Invisible Koolaid.

(Oops.)


posted by Phillip at 6:49 PM

 

Today's being spent in Brantford with Kevin, Donna and a particularly cranky Gabriel. I can't say I blame him for being all that cranky; the +30 temperature with added humidity today would make anyone cranky.

During the car ride up, Mel and I got to discussing what sort of Anime characters we're most like. Not necessarily in physical attributes, or in a 100% personality match, but just what sort of traits do we see in each other that are similar to other characters in any given Anime. Yes, I know, the otaku in me is geeking to the surface again.

I have to say that overall, I find Mel is very much like Yukino from KareKano: she's cute, sweet, very loyal to her friends, everyone seems to like her...and she's definitely not without an evil, demonic side that can and does come out when someone manages to seriously piss her off. While I can't picture Mel with that demon-Yukino face, I can certainly see her charging down the hall hellbent on destroying someone. In fact, I've seen her do that. In fact, I've been the reason she's charged down the hall, hellbent on destruction.

She's also got a bit of Sailormoon's Ami (a bit of the shyness, a lot of intelligence and unknowning sexiness that comes with it), and a lot of Read or Die's Yumiko--namely the bookworm. I fear what kind of library Mel would have if she had the resources to buy and read all the books she wanted. Mel and Yumiko both also have an impressive set of cleavage.

Oh look, there's demon-Yukino Mel charging down the hall towards me now....

By the same token, Mel's got a bit of Sakura (Card Captor Sakura) in terms of just that infectiously cute don't-you-just-want-to-take-her-home-with-you personality. Especially when she's embarrassed, blushing, or letting out startled squeaks when you unexpectedly grope her chest.

Ah. I see demon-Yukino Mel's back again. Please excuse me as I get my kidneys shoved up my nose...





...Well, that was fun in a "Grey's Anatomy as told by Violence Jack" sort of way. But to round out the Anime personalities I see in Mel, there's just one final person I have to add. Namely a catgirl. Anyone who's been around Mel long enough knows about her neko-ish tendencies, especially her nyu'ing. (As I recall, Mel & Ysabet had a lengthy conversation in the language of "Nya" at AN this year, the content of which I still haven't a clue about.) But with the cute catgirlishness ( <-- ooh look, horrible word hybrid!) also comes the potential and penchance for wanton destruction and gnawing on my arms, shoulders, neck or hands. As a result, and while Mel can't really bring herself to see the similarities, I must also add that Mel's also got a bit of Outlaw Star's Aisha ClanClan in her.

So there you have it: a very fun and unique personality chart/comparison that will be immediately lost on anyone either not into Anime, or if they haven't seen any of the aforementioned series. Ah, geekery...

As for me? All Mel could do was shake her head and say: Asaba, from KareKano. Her brain shut down after that and refused to consider any other possibilities for its own safety. I'm rather looking forward to seeing what other deranged bishies she can parallel me to. Or else a Puchuu bear. An inner, non-sequitor Puchuu is probably there too...


Today's Lesson: when playing any Mario Party game for the Gamecube, you are much safer if you're on the opposite team from me. It's flattering in a twisted way to know that I am in fact a corporeal handicap for any team. I wonder if this means I can start renting myself out as a cooler in gambling halls over the weekends...
posted by Phillip at 7:44 AM