Monday, 06 July 2009

• Monday is in top shape... and other stuff

  1) While my mood has recovered and I'm generally trying to be positive right now, my morning started off crappier than 3 toddlers with raging gastroenteritis.  My parents had been nice enough to lend me the car for a few days, since I had some home deco-related shopping to do yesterday.  I found the old beast where I'd left it, which is good... but as though that tank of a Grandam hasn't seen enough misery in its day, it was missing its left mirror.  Oh, the mirror's plastic frame was still there mind you, torn off and hanging by a wire, but the mirror? M.I.A. entirely.  The perp was apparently in dire need of a reflective surface to snort the cocaine off of, but hey, was considerate enough to pile the little pieces of plastic debris which I imagine had fallen to the ground, onto the hood of the car in a neat little stack.  Gosh, thanks.  It's kind of like how orcas spare the last of the seals they've hunted in a session, after having played a horribly, horribly skewed, be-fanged, 2-tonne-body-slamming, tail-smashing, spine-crunching version of beach volleyball with their still-live corpses all day. (true story.) 

  Thanks, that makes it all better.

  Ok, so I wasn't exactly Shamu food, but needless to say I was late for work, and that I of course had to discover that my travel mug was leaking all over my dress and keyboard, since Murphy's law dictates that bad things happen in threes.

  BUT I'M GOOD.  I SWEAR. *twitch*

  MUST RESIST... URGE... TO BITCH.... GGHHH....

  2) Yesterday was pretty good though.  Aside from getting some artwork done, making some improvements on the apartment and actually getting nice little jog in (which is saying something, since I was previously unaware that the terms "nice" and "jog" could really co-exist in a sentence)... I went to get me some bubble tea in chinatown.  While I was reluctant to visit the only establishment open at that hour on a Sunday, (L2, to Montrealers) because its reputation has sunken to somewhere between Chiggertastic and Gaijingirlwannabe-friendly, the desire for bubble tea is not one to be taken lightly.  And the moment I walked in, my suspicions were proven right.  Wannathugs and Poserganstahs as far as they eye could SEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHMYYYYGOOODDDDD THERE'S A TABLE-FULL OF WHITE GIRLS IN KIMONOS AND FACEPAINT, HOLY SHIT.

   "Lets-u go out-o fo bubburu tea, desu ne!?  And while we are at it, ruin the reputation of all white girls who might be into Japanese culture but who aren't eye-rapingly obsessed and forever doom anime-fans the world over, as if they're not screwed enough to begin with-u! KAWAII SUGOI, DESHOU??!!!"

  I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.  After the jaw had been re-set, I opted for the former... and by Gum, I knew they couldn't hear me, but they must have felt my aura of indignation boring into their silky, paunched asses, because the moment I got my tea (and hence was free to move away from the counter to shove a conveniently sharply bevel-ended straw up their---..) they left faster than you could say sayonara, suckers.  

  Oh man.

  Just... horrible.  And since I'm talking about this, let me get one thing straight, about cosplayers.  I cosplay. Yes. I admit it.  I also enjoy Japanese culture, and Asian cultures in general. (It's the food, man...)  But as for cosplaying, I do it during conventions, when it is acceptable to do so, and I do it for fun.  Even though I'm perfectly able to formulate sentences, I don't squeal in Japanese in costume, nor do I pretend to be the character, further than posing on photos. Again: AT THE APPROPRIATE TME AND PLACE, WHERE NO ONE IS LIABLE TO JUDGE MY INFINITE DORKINESS, DUE TO THEIR OWN EXTREME DORKINESS OF BEING AT AN ANIME CONVENTION.

  Point is, not all cosplayers/anime fans/culture enthusiasts go out and pretend to be Japanese for entire evenings, in public.  It might not appear to be so, but I'm telling you: SOME OF US HAVE SHAME.  It's a dying concept among these groups I'll admit, but shame, and self-awareness still do exist.  They're still out there... battered and disrespected like the last seal of the day... but they're out there, fighting their way back to Decency.

  That's all I'm saying.

  Anyhow.  That's about it for now.

  I'll spare you the usual "I wish I wasn't here and I should be doing art right now" spiel.  ^_^

   

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