FLCL

I just finished watching the second episode of this anime where in the end this robot, who popped out of a 12 year olds' boy's head, was about to get into a fight with a much bigger robot, (which also popped out of the boys head, but later in the episode) but before the first robot began to go after the bigger robot, he ate the boy whose head he popped out of, you see the boy inside the robot growing a black light bulb on his head then the fight begins. In the middle of the fight the first robot (who ate the boy) begins to transform into a giant cannon, and fires, blowing the arm off of the bigger robot. The bigger robot, seeing that his arm has been blown off, has no time to respond because a girl who claims to be an alien (she also rolls in a bright yellow vespa and poses as a maid and has already by this time stolen a nurses uniform so she could hit the 12 yr old boy in the head with her base cuitar) jumps up in the air yells "CHANCE!" and clocks the bigger robot over the head with her base guitar (kind of like El Kabong, some of you may be too young to remember that, oh well). Tthe bigger robot blows up after this. No one is killed because the first robot (who ate the boy, remember he ATE the boy) grabs everyone (there's also another girl who's 17 but seems to have a thing for the 12 yr old because she used to date his big brother, ((who's off in america playing pro baseball)) and was in the area when the big robot fight began) and takes them off ot a safe place. The robot then pats the 17 yr old on the head and soon proceeds to shit out the 12 yr old, I'm not kidding here, he SHITS him out, the boy falls out of the area that would be the robots' ass, and he looks liquified and hits the ground like...well, like shit. And after a bit of talking (revelation of love and questioning of their place in the world) they go home, the robot too.

I just finished watching that. It's called Fooly Cooly, or Furi Kuri, or FLCL don't ask me why. I'm not sure if I can suggest being a little stoned for this, it's only ramped up my hyperactivity, now I feel like playing video games and eating cheetos, but I'm out of cheetos and too paranoid to go outside.
I have two more DVD's of this. I'm gonna be gone for a while, I may not make it back.

Remember me.

SF

A Story of Brothas

Damn!

I'm finally not the only brotha in the country that hasn't seen The Boondocks, best damn show on tv! I bought the DVD set yesterday. Check it out, learn ya culture...oh wait, after taking a quick look at my constituency here, well, um...oh yeah, there's white folks on the show too, so it's cool. Anyway, check out The Boondocks, best damn show on tv! But don't go emulating, or tryin' to be a hater. No, no, can't have that.

My big brother and his wife flies in from Chicago tomorrow. I will probably be offline for the majority of their visit, maybe, I'm hooked on the innerwebnets so it's hard to stay away from The Wiki and downloadable content. But I do have a plan for when they get here, the traps are set out front and my kung fu is strong and at the ready. I've been waiting a long time for a rematch from a battle with the Big Bro from a couple of years ago that I lost horribly; he out weighs me by about 200lbs and caught me off gaurd by throwing a little white kid at me when we were in the Mall, I was shopping for low top Chuck Taylors at the time. The kid fell on me, he had ice cream (neopolitan if I remember correctly), and it got all over my fresh suit. War was declared at that moment and I took it to him, could have had him too if he hadn't have got me with a metal chair in the shin section and a chop to the adam's apple. He always told me to "hit em' low when you get the shot, or else it's yo ass boy!" At least the bastard carried me back to the car. Where the hell was security? Checking out the young babies in the fucking Wilson's Leather store. Damn rent-a-cops!

By taking his adivce, I've placed 3 beartraps around the front door of my fortified compound on The Hill, I have smoke bombs, barbed wire, nunchucks, and my trusty Katana in case it gets rough (we don't use guns, they're for sissys). And a metal chair, just like the one he clocked me with. Hit em' low? ya damn right.

The Legend of Childhood Horror!

Well, yesterday I was sick with West Nile and laid up on the couch trying to watch Finding Neverland and Ghost in the Shell SAC 2nd Gig when I had some crazy fever dream that threw me back to my youth, at exactly 8 years old. Dont ask me why, it was a west nile based fever dream, theres no explaining it. Anyway, I'm having my flashback and the thought occurred to me: Why do I give a rats shit about superhero films? Why do I think most of them aren't that good after what I was exposed to when I was a kid? Now I'm not talking about horrid cartoons that scare the hell out of me now when I take a look at them (Speed Racer, Ultraman, Starblazers) I'm talking live action. And not the first Superman film (or even the Spiderman stuff from back then) that I saw that in the theater and that was cool of course, but there was one thing that I'd forgotten about until yesterday, while laying on the couch, sweating and watching the cats make plans to escape my WN fueled lunatic ravings, I had a short memory shock of something that I now believe had ruined me way back then, something that had stripped me of any pain for anything that came after it or what's coming out now. Superman Returns? Pfft, its not as bad as people say in comparison. X-Men: The Last Stand? Whatever, Storm is still a fine woman. Constantine? Yeah, thats really gonna give a kid nightmares, but not the nightmares I had after seeing this tasteless filth, this shamefulI cant even finish what I want to say. Just look at it. And really, Ghetto man? GHETTO MAN???
I was just too damn young to be offended by that, but now...wow, thats all I can say.
Ive come to the conclusion that this is the reason why I was a troubled child that grew into a troubled adult who still has problems in life. Its because of this and this alone.
So now Im off to cry in a corner somewhere, then Im gonna find a support group, or just start one, I'm sure that this will explain a lot to people who've suppressed the memory of this horrible affliction to children of the 70's everywhere, and why there are many comic book guys out there in the world who are strangly enough, around my age. Ladies, dont hate them because they read comics, hate the Legend of Superheroes !!!

Thouse of you born after 1979, consider yourselves very, very lucky.

This has been a public service announcement.
You're welcome.