Something Like A Phenomenon
So I put together this birthday tribute to Toshiro Mifune over to phony_boyfriend, if by "tribute" you mean "I resized a bunch of pics in Photoshop and slapped some silly captions on them", and during the process of my *cough* painstaking biographical research, wandered over to Badass of the Week and discovered that I am, apparently, an eight-year-old boy. Because most of the time on a majority of occasions sometimes I don't ever want to think about anything but kickassitude, either. That was how I ever got interested in history and ancient warfare and samurai and WWI and so on: I just wanted to think about badasses all the time. (Also, sometimes I tire of being a fat, pasty white girl with all the hand-eye coordination of a dead geranium. I am working on fixing the fat, but the pasty white will always be with me due to my ethnicity, vanity, and deep fear of skin cancer, and my hand-eye coordination will probably never improve, so I'll be breaking shit for the lulz until I die. So, yeah, going one for three there.)
Do any of y'all ever have this thing going where you get a book out of the library and it turns out to kinda suck (bonus points if you suspected it was going to kinda suck) and you really don't want to finish it but you feel guilty if you don't? The book in question is a lolarious piece of conspiracy theory called Architects of Conspiracy by William P. Hoar; I shave with Occam's razor for a close, sexy smoothness you can feel over the Int0rbuttz, and so I automatically treat all conspiracy theory as invalid. Also, while I've no beef with intelligent, articulate conservatives* who aren't whackjobs, and am willing to give their opinions some consideration even if I ultimately wind up not agreeing, I have to wonder when this particular piece comes with a ringing endorsement from a member of the John Birch Society.
I dunno. I just...feel guilty when I don't finish shit, even if it's boring or stupid or improbable or any of the above. Oh, and this dreck has to go back tomorrow.
Um, in unrelated news, paid some bills (hooray! I can drive my car for another month! :DDD), also ate some strawberries. I picked up some really good ones at the 'Mart for $1.50 a box, which was ttly awesome. Also, I would be deeply appreciative if my body would STOP. BLEEDING. anytime soon. I am tired of blood everywhere.
[EDIT: Also, I located my copy of The Chrysanthemum and the Sword, so you don't have to listen to my epic failwangst about how I can't fiiiiiiiiiiiind it and why isn't it with the oooooooooother books about Japan and what could have haaaaaaaaaaappened to it etc etc etc.]
*I don't identify as conservative OR liberal; there are intelligent, articulate voices on both sides, and there are also fruitbats who make me fucking sick on both sides. Unfortunately, the latter tend to drown out the former.
Do any of y'all ever have this thing going where you get a book out of the library and it turns out to kinda suck (bonus points if you suspected it was going to kinda suck) and you really don't want to finish it but you feel guilty if you don't? The book in question is a lolarious piece of conspiracy theory called Architects of Conspiracy by William P. Hoar; I shave with Occam's razor for a close, sexy smoothness you can feel over the Int0rbuttz, and so I automatically treat all conspiracy theory as invalid. Also, while I've no beef with intelligent, articulate conservatives* who aren't whackjobs, and am willing to give their opinions some consideration even if I ultimately wind up not agreeing, I have to wonder when this particular piece comes with a ringing endorsement from a member of the John Birch Society.
I dunno. I just...feel guilty when I don't finish shit, even if it's boring or stupid or improbable or any of the above. Oh, and this dreck has to go back tomorrow.
Um, in unrelated news, paid some bills (hooray! I can drive my car for another month! :DDD), also ate some strawberries. I picked up some really good ones at the 'Mart for $1.50 a box, which was ttly awesome. Also, I would be deeply appreciative if my body would STOP. BLEEDING. anytime soon. I am tired of blood everywhere.
[EDIT: Also, I located my copy of The Chrysanthemum and the Sword, so you don't have to listen to my epic failwangst about how I can't fiiiiiiiiiiiind it and why isn't it with the oooooooooother books about Japan and what could have haaaaaaaaaaappened to it etc etc etc.]
*I don't identify as conservative OR liberal; there are intelligent, articulate voices on both sides, and there are also fruitbats who make me fucking sick on both sides. Unfortunately, the latter tend to drown out the former.