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!

 

It's one of those nights where you're just not sure if you should sit down and enjoy a movie, or embark on global conquest (but not before washing those pesky dishes), or curling up with a good book. However, all of these things should be enjoyed with either a cold beer or warm Sake. And dammit, we're all out of both. Ideally this will be remedied with the next paycheck...unless all the spare splurging money I get winds up being used to trim this growing mane of unkemptness I call my hair.

In the meanwhile, Mel's taking a break from glaring at my laptop and muttering many strings of curses and vulgarities at the English paper she has to finish up for tonight, and instead is having Jigglypuff beat the crap out of every other opponent in Super Smash Bros.

I myself have been rediscovering Evangelion. Unexpectedly, I managed to acquire the platinum DVD slimcase box set for a surprisingly low price. True, in order to procure it, I had to take a chunk of money I'd already set aside for blowing at Anime North's dealer's room...but hey, the EVA box set was on my hitlist anyways, so this is just like Christmas coming early.

A Christmas where the Angels are more likely to be blowing big-assed, cross-shaped holes in your living room as opposed to being perched daintily upon your tree, mind you. But Christmas never the less.

It's been a loooooong while since I ventured back into Studio Gainax's magnum opus, and I can safely say:

1) EVA remains one of the best anime titles ever produced, period
2) the last 2 episodes still don't make a whole lot of sense in terms of the overall consipracies
3) and yes, Anno was definitely on crack when he directed this series

There's very little else to comment on here, life or get-a-life-and-stop-babbling-about-EVA otherwise, so we'll just segueway right into today's instalment of Oh, The Strange & Scary Things You Hear Customers Say In Passing.

Such as, "How my cell phone ended up in her snowblower, I have no idea."

Or the classic, "And now he's, like, all pissy because he walked in on me with his best friend and his sister!"

Sometimes I wish I was making this up. But at least it puts the surrealness of my life into perspective. They have have their snowblowers and friendly...er, menages. I'll stick with my puppets and fanfics and sacrifices made to appease my raging ego, thanks.
posted by Phillip at 6:45 PM

 


It's Sunday, and I'm still alive! Yay!

This is cause for celebration mainly because there were moments yesterday where I didn't think I'd survive. It's always an unpleasant thing when in the middle of a work shift, you have to dive to the bathroom in the back and wretch your guts out. Even worse when there's nothing in your stomach to purge and all you can do is marvel at how the acid reflux burns...it burns! And just to add to the wonderful dilemma of getting either an acute case of either food poisoning or a sudden case of "I'm not sure what, but I think I'll just pass out where I stand right now, thanks", it certainly doesn't help when you're working the last 2 hours of said shift solo.

Fortunately, in the last two hours, not a lot of people demanded I run around the store and perform arduous work. Energy was salvaged, trips to the porcelain god (oh you whimsical white deity, you!) were thankfully avoided, and at the end of the day I was able to finally see the Silent Hill movie.

Why didn't I just go home and rest, and see the movie another day? Because prior arrangments had been made to see it, and I'd already delayed seeing it twice now, and no bloody viral infection is going to keep me from my geek-filled joygasms, dammit! And speaking of, there were many joygasms. Sure, the script had its moments of cheese (and in some cases, the amount of cheese reminded me of that commercial where those huge-assed blocks of cheese escape from a truck and go rampaging down a hill), but the story was still at its heart fucked in the head, and Christopher Gans achieved what I believe is the best game-to-movie transfer possible thus far.

But for those of you who have not yet seen the movie and are still considering it, let me offer up some tips:

1) air raid siren going off = bad
2) Pyramid Head showing up = really, really bad
3) barbed wire showing up = seriously, absolutely and without a doubt disturbingly bad


So there you have it. And in a momentary change of themes for the day, I present Today's Quote, courtesy of writer Neil Gaiman on his blog: "And a note to any future would-be me-impersonators: Please work on your spelling."
posted by Phillip at 7:40 AM