I know that sometimes I’m a little slow to become aware of the latest internet fads. The Alanis Morissette parody of My Humps, for instance, was only brought to my attention this evening. And for the record, I find it to be hysterical. But in fact, the Black Eyed Peas version of My Humps was also only brought to my attention this evening. Yes, I was blissfully unaware of this song’s existence all this time. However, it wasn’t so much the existence of this song that I found especially distressing (what can you really expect from a band fronted by a woman who wetsherselfin concert?), so much as my subsequent discovery that THE SONG WON A GRAMMY! Seriously, a Grammy? My god, the world really is going to hell!!
Now, a riddle for you all…
Q. How many grad students does it take to make a cleaning schedule for yours truly and the Trevinator?
Ans: 5 and 1 soon-to-be law student.
Will domestic roomate harmony ensue? Will Jason become a world-famous hostage negotiator for the U.N.? Will I ever give a damn about the coevalness of Heidegger? The answer to these questions, folks, and many, many others in weeks to come!
Saw the BodyWorlds 2 exhibit this evening. Just as with the first exhibit, I found the whole experience a little dissappointing. Maybe I just don’t share von Hagens’ artistic vision, so his crazy poses leave me feeling a little cold. Or maybe it’s the strange juxtaposing of half-educational (”this is how your body works, kids!”) half-sensational (”hey everybody, check out the neat-o exploded man and the camel!”) that doesn’t work for me. Either way, I feel like the plastination technology could be used to do really interesting things, but that the BodyWorlds exhibit just ain’t doing it. Not that that stopped me from snagging a super-cool, super-grotesque Blood Bunny t-shirt on the way out (technically named “Rabbitt” on the tag). And to top it all off, I received a compliment from a little girl on my awesome but faded purple hair.
In other news, the class is going relatively well, I think. The enthusiasm seems to have waned a bit, but I’m hoping the alternative medicine discussion next week will help bring it back. I got my Illinois tax return check, which is super sweet since I’ve already got that money earmarked for the Wii release of Mortal Kombat. And since finishing my dearly beloved R.O.D. the TV, I’ve been checking out Bleach. It’s pretty entertaining so far, and there are hundreds of episodes to keep me amused, instead of a paltry 26. All in all, life is good!
[The following post contains foul language and a contextless rant. Read with caution.]
There is a reason I am not a politician. It would not be healthy for me. I do not want the stress, the high blood pressure, the gray hairs, and the heart attacks. But these things are all side effects really. They are the results of the number one reason I am not a politician.
I hate stupid people.
True, there are stupid people everywhere and I will never be able to avoid them completely. But I feel like politics somehow draws stupid people in, emboldens them, and encourages them to draw more stupid people into the fray until you are completely surrounded by an all out shitstorm of stupidity. And of course, once you have a critical mass of stupidity, it becomes damn near impossible to stop. And that’s when the trouble really starts: I get angry.
As someone who was once such a quiet little kid, graduate school has turned me into an angsty, stupidity-stompin’, head-bustin’, ass-kickin’, psychotic little purple-haired lunatic. And being engaged in politics just brings it all out. I guess maybe it is because the stupidity that presents itself is actually capabable of effecting policy, which makes it scary and so much more deserving of being squashed into the ground than the usual academic/pedantic hoo-hah. Or maybe I’m just the Hulk in sheep’s clothing and I can’t stop myself. It’s monomania*, I tell ya!!!
Okay, that’s all the rant I have in me for now. Thanks for listening. Now I really have to go do the million things that I need to get done before Tuesday. Ugh!
*Oh yes, I am making inside jokes about my dissertation topic. I am that big of a dork.
Some of you may have noticed that I’ve been watching (and subsequently rambling on about) a lot of anime lately. I do actually watch other things occasionally, but I guess something had to fill the Alejandro-void. Don’t tell me you thought I might actually use the time to be productive ;-)
Anyway, my sudden spate of anime watching has inspired several conversations with Celia (ie., I’m trying to convince her that R.O.D. is a good series!!). She is not a fan of many of the, uh, comedic tropes common to anime, which has thus far limited my ability to persuade her to watch more than one episode. Fortunately, it is not the gratuitous boob-jiggling that bothers her so much as the vapid, giggling schoolgirl characters, and the random panty-exposing falls. In my defense, R.O.D. is *not* filled with either of these things and it a really good series, but I will admit the first episode does have a little of both. But come on, I’m sure in the first episode they wanted to suck in the pervs *and* the book-nerds. Anyway, my efforts to get Celia on the anime bandwagon are now taking on a new strategy: desensitize her with some of the most blatant panty-flashing anime ever, so the shows I recommend will look completely tame in comparison. :-)
In that vein, I present to you NajicaBlitzTactics.
Warning, this show is not for the faint of heart. It’s not a dirty anime per se–it really has a plot, and so far that plot is not related to the gratuitous panty exposure involved. Frankly, that’s what makes it both so ridiculous and so offensive… but mostly ridiculous. In the first part of the first episode, embedded below, I counted* 33 instances of panty exposure/crotch shots (not counting the 14 during the opening theme), 5 different wholly unnecessarily revealing outfits, 1 lesbian kiss, 1 scene of attempted lesbian rape/pedophilia, oh, and of course half a dozen machine guns mysteriously drawn from curiously skimpy outfits. The panty total for the entire first episode runs about 110. Mind you, these counts are only so accurate. It becomes very difficult to actually keep track of the number of panties being flashed on the screen! I’ve embedded part 1 to get you started and there are links to the rest of the episode below. Enjoy (or somethin’)!
*Oh yes, I did actually count. I’m not sure if it was entirely accurate to count every time Najica flashed her undies since she’s exposed in nearly every single scene, but I counted each scene/shot separately. Procrastination is such hard work, I tell you!
Stupid YouTube took down all the Najica videos in the last 24 hours!!! WTF?!! Now I look like some kind of lonely, freakish, animated-panty pervert, whereas if others could actually watch the videos with me, then it would be *funny* and you would all be animated-panty pervs *with* me. ARGH!!! What are these bs terms-of-use violations anyway? It’s clearly all a conspiracy to make me have to study or something. >:-(
[edit 4/24 7:37pm]
Better than nothing!
Well, since the first episode was taken down, I can at least link you to the opening sequence. As a bonus, it’s dubbed in German. :-)
Saw the BodyWorlds 2 exhibit this evening. Just as with the first exhibit, I found the whole experience a little dissappointing. Maybe I just don’t share von Hagens’ artistic vision, so his crazy poses leave me feeling a little cold. Or maybe it’s the strange juxtaposing of half-educational (”this is how your body works, kids!”) half-sensational (”hey everybody, check out the neat-o exploded man and the camel!”) that doesn’t work for me. Either way, I feel like the plastination technology could be used to do really interesting things, but that the BodyWorlds exhibit just ain’t doing it. Not that that stopped me from snagging a super-cool, super-grotesque Blood Bunny t-shirt on the way out (technically named “Rabbitt” on the tag). And to top it all off, I received a compliment from a little girl on my awesome but faded purple hair.