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There are just some occurances in life which, at first glance, are quite miniscule, but with deeper consideration, surely must have bigger stories behind them…

For your examination: A Quest for Footware!

A 30 something enters a store…looking for a decent pair of sandals. The store is filled with the energy of the RugRat(tm)…I release the safety catch on my pistol…there’s too many ugly feet around. The mixture of leather and cheapness burns my nostrils…the pain slowly turns to pleasure…there’s even more ugly feet around. Anger is beautiful…blood spills from elevator…I eat a plate of rice and beans….the true messiah is Cookie Monster…

Err…umm…what the hell? @_@

Back in this reality, I found a perfectly fine pair of sandles. When I got home and started to remove the papers and such from the box, at the bottom, I found something interesting:

(Trojan Maaan!)

…well the corner of one anyway. I’m still rather perplexed as to what a piece of a condom wrapper is doing in new box of shoes. Perplexed as to the *true* nature…the possibilities are enough for a thousand Sci-Fi channel original movies. While ideas run through my head, I keep coming back to one simple question:

Has someone been fucking my sandles?

(Anyone want to loan me an ultraviolet light?)

Isn’t it high time that everyone…bloggers, mainstream media, individuals with the capacity for intelligent thought…not only stop listening to this man, but stop reporting everything crazy-ass Pat Robertson says?

The last straw: Pat recently advocated assassination of the Venezuelan president, Hugo Chavez. “You know, I don’t know about this doctrine of assassination, but if he thinks we’re trying to assassinate him, I think that we really ought to go ahead and do it,” says Robertson.

Jesus would be so proud of his spokesman…:P

He’s like the old, drunk fool on the bus that quotes scripture the live-long day, and knows how to solve all of your (and the world’s) problems, but then asks you for some change so he can get another bottle.

The only way to truly get rid of him is to pretend he doesn’t exist. He’ll eventually choose another bus or shut up completely after a while. Robertson is just another version of Reverend MadDog 20-20, just with a larger audience.

Ignore this politician pretending to be a Christian (I know I will). There’s so many more important things to report on these days…

From the “It’s terroristical similar, but they’re not England, so the press will be less” department:

In a 45 minute period, over 350 bombs were detonated throughout the entire country of Bangladesh, killing 1, injuring 125.

“Jamayetul Mujahedin, an Islamic militant group, claimed responsibility for the attacks in leaflets distributed around many of the blast sites.”

350 bombs in 62 of the country’s 64 districts…
The bombs might have been small, but the quantity and timing should give everyone some serious pause…

…well, just in that country. Doesn’t make a difference in this country unless it ends in “-Queda” or is based in the middle east… :P

Instead of hearing sound bites on the news, or letting blogs of various ideologies twist the story in one way or another, how about getting something full and indepth from the lady’s mouth?

Cindy Sheehan, the mother of a fallen soldier who’s been camping outside of GW’s ranch, finally gets a chance to give her full story, without spin from anyone.

Rock on, Ms. Sheehan!
It’s doubtful he’ll meet with you…but your stand connects strongly with many in this country. Accountability indeed!

[Update: Read all of Cindy’s posts here and watch the spin come to a stop]

When I started my current job, I referred to my whole anime/manga/AniPike experience as my former life. The man had officially retired from the whole shebang. Get the tailor in here to measure me for my plaid golf pants and dust off the old shuffleboard set.

Even though my new friends accepted what I said, I always got the feeling that they never fully understood what I meant. It’s mostly my fault…I haven’t often gone into what I experienced to any full extent. Most couldn’t relate…and those that could probably wouldn’t fully believe it. How many people can relate to having people ask for your autograph, having companies suck up to you, and having zealous fans fawn all over you just because of some website. Sometimes you just have to be there to truly appreciate it.

Interestingly enough, what I can now provide for them is a more general view of what being part of the American anime fandom was all about. Enter Otaku Unite!, quite possibly the best documentary to date on the whole anime otaku experience here in the states. After years of working the convention circuit, this gem has finally gotten the treatment it deserves…it will be released on DVD by Central Park Media! (Congrats Eric!)

If you ever wanted to know what all the fuss was about regarding anime and manga (from a die-hard fan point of view), this is what you’ve been looking for…

(And I’m not just saying that because I have the last word in the movie…^_^)

I studied under this man for more than 3/4ths of my life when I was huffing smaller items like glue and weed wacker/lawnmower gas. Just when I thought I was coming into my own, Playa here just ups the ante a thousand fucking fold!

Gold Spray Paint, son! Even the police didn’t know what to make of this. When you’re standing in the prescence of true genius, what more can be said?

Bravo, my Lord! Bravo!

[Thanks to B & R for injections]