Looking over my massive stats for the past month, it appears that about 15% of my viewership were return visitors… You guys need to register and leave some comments so I don’t feel so alone in here! Yeah, I’m talking to you there in Sikeston, you guys in Saudi Arabia, San Francisco (well, I know who you are…), you big goober there in Singapore who hits me every other day, the crackhead in Michigan, the otaku in Tokyo who regularly searches my site for porn, the crazy flasher guy from Skype, you there in Plainsboro, New Jersey who hangs on my site for hours at a time even though there’s just not that much to read here… I’m talking to all of you! Throw me a fucking bone, why dontcha?
Another mid-afternoon (for me) & early morning (for him) absolutely schnockered (also for him) Skype video call with GinJ Mike today…
After he was quiet for a few minutes, I asked if he wanted me to call 119 (like 911 in the states)… Could you imagine that call? 「 私はテキサスに住んでいますが、私の友達は神戸にて病んでいます。お酒に溺れ。」(”Yeah, I’m in Texas, and I’m worried my friend there in Kobe could be taking a leisurely Esther Williams-style soak in a pool of vomit!”)
He appeared in the chat window with stern brow aflutter. “No, I’ll be fine,” he flatly replied. “I know you want to serve a my butt-slave, and it’s certainly admirable that you would spend your hard-earned pittance to make a long distance emergency call on my behalf, but that wouldn’t be a prudent way to show your respect for my position as Supreme All-Powerful Grand Poobah of Gaijin Bloggers, would it? Now get out of my sight, plebe, I’m off to the トイレ… I gotta see a man about a fish!”
Suddenly I was hearing a sonic assault of royal technicolor throwdown, as you can tell by my little inset reaction. This went on for a minute or so, during which time I was busting ass to get Audio Hijack running. Unfortunately, it was taking too long so I aborted the attempt. Sucks too, ‘cos I’m sure Mike would have loved using it in his podcast.
He returned awhile later, spewing a chorus of fuck you’s as I cackled at him like the asshole that I am.
But seriously, folks…
The one issue that throws a Super-Sized monkeywrench in the works of all this high-falootin’ intercontinental innerconnectivity is a little thing called time. Or, more aptly, time difference. When it’s Miller Time in Kobe, Japan, it’s make-the-baby’s-breakfast here time in Austin, Texas. Not exactly good timing for me to be playin’ bottoms up and hootin’ and hollerin’ around the house and shit. Maybe someday we can fuck around with time a bit so that we can both be silly drunk on a Skypecast. I’m lookin’ forward to that day, with glass in hand.
Had an impromptu video conference with GinJ Mike this morning. His wife apparently busted him sneaking a beer from the fridge in the middle of the call… Anyway, he took some incriminating screenshots of me shaking a baby doll during my rant. How very Alice Cooper.
For those of you in the younger set, Alice Cooper could kick Marilyn Manson’s skinny ass. Afterward, MM would shake his hand and say, “Thank you.”
I was explaining to him about the anti-baby shaking billboard campaign seen around Texas (I guess it’s all over the US, I dunno), and how the text layout makes it read (to me, anyway), “Never, Never, Never (line break) Never Shake a Baby,” like, “Never don’t shake a baby.” Like, “Shake the shit out of a baby.” Like someone subliminally trying to thin the herd.
But don’t let me get off on a conspiracy rant, ‘cos I’m just not into that shit. Leave that to Alex Jones. Or this tall skinny white Jesus-is-a-Holy-Space-Alien guy I used to work with. Nothing worse than a white guy with dreads wearing a stinky rasta bag and a Bob Marley t-shirt. Oh, and crocs. With dirt in them. No socks.






