A stylish "deal gone wrong" movie. If you liked ICHI THE KILLER you'll probablly dig this, too.
Saturday, July 30, 2005
Sharkskin Man 9:48 AM
A stylish "deal gone wrong" movie. If you liked ICHI THE KILLER you'll probablly dig this, too.
Friday, July 29, 2005
Girls gone bad 9:42 AM
There's no experation date on these movies. Three girls, three movies, three times the sleaze. I felt like I needed a shower after watching this DVD. There are some great bonuses in the Extra's menu. The usual trailers plus a sleazy short and a gallery of exploitation art, posters and fliers. Great stuff!
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Killer Broods 9:20 AM
It rained all day yesterday, slow soaking drizzles. It'll be very muggy once the summer heat resumes.
On the up side, the cooler temperatures actually made the Edstead fairly hospitable, yet still dirty and cluttered. I began unloading the P.O.D.S. and made some good headway. Things will be much better once the IKEA opens up in Frisco and I finally pick up the loft and workstation for my room.
Work continues on the webcomix, I've settled on the format size and now I'm busy thumbnailing and writing. Once I get a month's worth I'll start posting.
Watched MA BARKER'S KILLER BROOD, which is probablly as historically acurate as Washington chopping down the cherry tree, but it entertained. And there were all the extras on the disc...
On the up side, the cooler temperatures actually made the Edstead fairly hospitable, yet still dirty and cluttered. I began unloading the P.O.D.S. and made some good headway. Things will be much better once the IKEA opens up in Frisco and I finally pick up the loft and workstation for my room.
Work continues on the webcomix, I've settled on the format size and now I'm busy thumbnailing and writing. Once I get a month's worth I'll start posting.
Watched MA BARKER'S KILLER BROOD, which is probablly as historically acurate as Washington chopping down the cherry tree, but it entertained. And there were all the extras on the disc...
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Swing 10:00 AM
Finally watched SWING GIRLS last night, before going to La Isle for enchiladas with Bruce and Mundee. It's sorta like SCHOOL OF ROCK with SHALL WE DANCE (the original Japanese version...) and it's ok. Nothing groundbreaking, but a fun little movie with lots of charm and a busload of cute Japanese schoolg1rls. Worth a rental, if it ever comes over the pacific...
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
PODS casting 11:47 AM
Ed finally moved his stuff from the P.O.D.S. on Sunday night. With any luck I'll be able to empty out all my crap into the garage during a few cooler evenings this week.
Work on webcomix goes on.
Still in the market for a Workstation/Computer Desk and a Loft for my futon...
I'm cutting way back on DVD purchases for the time being. To compensate I bumped up my NetFlix account to 5 discs at a time. I had actully considered getting a Blockbuster Online Rental account, but I figured in the end, what would the point of that be? More hassles with 2 queues of DVDs to sort through. Better to just up the number of NetFlix discs.
SWING GIRLS DVD showed up, but I forgot all about it and left it in the My-Rage. I ended up watching BAD DAY AT BLACK ROCK and NO NAME ON THE BULLET on TMC. BAD DAY is something like a Western Noir Thriller. Spencer Tracy shows up in a small town and starts asking questions. While NO NAME is almost an episode of the original STAR TREK tv show.
Work on webcomix goes on.
Still in the market for a Workstation/Computer Desk and a Loft for my futon...
I'm cutting way back on DVD purchases for the time being. To compensate I bumped up my NetFlix account to 5 discs at a time. I had actully considered getting a Blockbuster Online Rental account, but I figured in the end, what would the point of that be? More hassles with 2 queues of DVDs to sort through. Better to just up the number of NetFlix discs.
SWING GIRLS DVD showed up, but I forgot all about it and left it in the My-Rage. I ended up watching BAD DAY AT BLACK ROCK and NO NAME ON THE BULLET on TMC. BAD DAY is something like a Western Noir Thriller. Spencer Tracy shows up in a small town and starts asking questions. While NO NAME is almost an episode of the original STAR TREK tv show.
Friday, July 22, 2005
dim future 11:35 AM
Thinks aren't looking too rosey at the moment. Too much money has been spent while moving into the Edstead. And I'm still paying off the crown. And now they're tightening the purse strings at work, so no pay increase for the forseeable future.
Gotta make a backup plan.
Gotta make a backup plan.
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Not a refrigerator 10:35 AM
Ed called me around noon yesterday. He was picking up his VW at the 'service center' and thought I needed to drive him there. I told him to check with Enterprise, they could get him there when he drops off his rental. And that's just what they did. And I didn't need to drive all over Arlington...
Until last night, when I got Bruce to help me return the Window AC to Home Depot for one with all the parts. And instructions on how to install it. And the remote. Air conditioners with remotes, what a world we live in.
Also got the 3 DVD set of atomic bomb testing footage yesterday from Amazon. Some really nice archival stuff, but it's in rough condition. Still, it's some amazing film, makes you wonder if they realised how dangerous the atomic bombs were. They talk alot about using them on the battlefield in tactical situations. Scary stuff...
Until last night, when I got Bruce to help me return the Window AC to Home Depot for one with all the parts. And instructions on how to install it. And the remote. Air conditioners with remotes, what a world we live in.
Also got the 3 DVD set of atomic bomb testing footage yesterday from Amazon. Some really nice archival stuff, but it's in rough condition. Still, it's some amazing film, makes you wonder if they realised how dangerous the atomic bombs were. They talk alot about using them on the battlefield in tactical situations. Scary stuff...
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Phone it in 9:56 AM
Got a call last night from Rick Lucas, it was good to hear from him. I told him about all the trials and tribulations of the move and he told me of his new motorcycle and the adventures of getting a motorcycle license when the Minnesota State Government is shut down. And the fun of his new place in a 3rd floor walkup without any air conditioning.
In fact it was so muggy that Rick was calling from his truck, with the a-c on. I was sweating it out myself. Didn't get a chance to get to Home Despot and swap out the a-c unit. Gotta get it done...
In fact it was so muggy that Rick was calling from his truck, with the a-c on. I was sweating it out myself. Didn't get a chance to get to Home Despot and swap out the a-c unit. Gotta get it done...
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Sugar Sugar 2:04 PM
Gavv posted his report on the IkasuconHELL and Midnite Madness shows and I wish I coulda been there. The crowd was worked up and Gavv rewarded them but throwing them fistfuls of candy. Now why didn't I think of that? I'll have to stock up on candy and maybe some beads for the AnimeFEST show...
Cliff left a us a brief note over at the Cheap Disposable Blog, and it sounds like he's adjusting to his new lift pretty well. I'm actually glad to hear from him, it makes me feel better knowing that he's still kicking around.
As usual, work continues on the house. I still haven't gotten the AC back to Home Depot. I gotta put a bug in Bruce's ear I guess...
Cliff left a us a brief note over at the Cheap Disposable Blog, and it sounds like he's adjusting to his new lift pretty well. I'm actually glad to hear from him, it makes me feel better knowing that he's still kicking around.
As usual, work continues on the house. I still haven't gotten the AC back to Home Depot. I gotta put a bug in Bruce's ear I guess...
Monday, July 18, 2005
Things to do, things to buy 11:40 AM
With the power back on Thursday night I was finally able to start getting settled in. But there's only so much unpacking I could do. At least until Saturday when the electrician came and put the new outlets in.
I need to get a few things over then next few months. First off I need a work station/computer desk. Then a loft and shelves, which I may or maynot make myself. Obviously this will take some time to assemble...
I need to get a few things over then next few months. First off I need a work station/computer desk. Then a loft and shelves, which I may or maynot make myself. Obviously this will take some time to assemble...
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Grab and Dump 1:57 PM
Once again, I slept on Bruce and Mundee's couch. Still no power at Tucker. Ed's emergancy turn on call ended up at East Tucker Boulevard instead of West. So the power will be turned on either in the morning or in the afternoon, and that's as specific as TXU gets in this sort of thing.
The Electritian maybe coming over to the house this Saturday, and I haven't had a chance to start sorting through the mess of my new room...
I hate moving...
The Electritian maybe coming over to the house this Saturday, and I haven't had a chance to start sorting through the mess of my new room...
I hate moving...
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Learning to fall 2:21 PM
I've been tweaking out flyers for HELL events lately. Carol Hutchings sent me a link to a dingbat font and something clicked when I started playing around in Illustrator. True, nothing I've cranked out is groundbreaking design or worth any real notice. The breaktrough is that I suddenly GOT the interface.
I also realise that part of this burst of production is reaction to the stress of moving, and it's really REALLY hurtin right now.
All weekend we had no water at the house on Tucker. Ed put in the call to turn on the water on Monday, we get water turned on on Tuesday. Then Tuesday the electric is turned off. I've only slept one night in Tucker, the rest have been on Bruce and Mundee's couch. If there's still no power when I go home tonight I really don't know what I'll do.
As a bonus, the electrical outlets in my room are so old they won't hold a plug. That's right. Plug something into the outlet and the weight of the cord drops the plug from the outlet. So, I have to hire an electrictian to fix the outlets in my room.
The hits keep on coming...
I also realise that part of this burst of production is reaction to the stress of moving, and it's really REALLY hurtin right now.
All weekend we had no water at the house on Tucker. Ed put in the call to turn on the water on Monday, we get water turned on on Tuesday. Then Tuesday the electric is turned off. I've only slept one night in Tucker, the rest have been on Bruce and Mundee's couch. If there's still no power when I go home tonight I really don't know what I'll do.
As a bonus, the electrical outlets in my room are so old they won't hold a plug. That's right. Plug something into the outlet and the weight of the cord drops the plug from the outlet. So, I have to hire an electrictian to fix the outlets in my room.
The hits keep on coming...
An Eternal Thought in the Mind of Godzilla: Kurikaeshite kudasai 12:45 PM
An Eternal Thought in the Mind of Godzilla: Kurikaeshite kudasai
Kurikaeshite kudasai
Long ago, and oh so far away, two Japanese guys were sitting around watching skate videos.
As the wheeled warriors did their “totally awesome” tricks to an eXtreme musical accompaniment, one of the guys on the couch went over the top. He said in all seriousness, “wow, gaijin are so cool. They can do anything!”
But this didn’t exactly fly with the person sitting next to him. Decades having to wave back at grinning gaijin on television, in print ads, everywhere in Japan, had finally reached critical mass. Schwarzenegger for instant ramen. Richard Gere for “I Love Tokyo.”
It could not be allowed to go on forever. A counter culture had to be created. And thus, the concept “Dasai Gaijin” was born.
Originally, I thought the phrase simply meant “uncool foreigner.” But it’s much, much worse than that. Yoshiki corrects me, “it’s more like pathetic foreigner.”
At least sixty people are crammed into the Acid Panda Café in Ookayama tonight for Dasai Gajin Night Vol. 2, a sequel to a previous event a few months back.
Two-man techno band Leopaldon not only runs the Acid Panda, but they’re also dedicated to hunting down the most fucked up foreigners they can find. They scour the Internet for pics and post them on the Dasai Gaijin community on Mixi - the Japanese equivalent of Myspace - which currently numbers nearly two thousand members.
Now Leopaldon sit on stage, breaking down their massive collection of jpegs into categories.
The Monster – The thing that must not be. Fat, hideous, and savage. Eats giant hamburgers in clothes that are forever too small.
The Royals – Family portraits straight out of the Sears catalog. Everyone with the same funny/pathetic look on their best face. Brush strokes on the backgrounds behind them.
Gamers – Nerds, basically. Little kids and teens with nothing better to do but line up at networked computers happily trying to kill each other.
The Last Samurai – Pictures of wayward gaijin with their host families out in Bumfuck, Japan. Helps if they are wearing a stylish yukata and glasses combo.
The Creator – The proud owners of science fair projects, ugly clay sculptures, and homemade Star Trek props.
Cosplay – Yeah. You know how that one goes. Paint yourself blue and be a Smurf or dress up like a cardboard Transformer for confirmation.
And so on, and so on into oblivion. Every picture and category is greeted with hoots and shouts of “Dasai!!!”
Next comes a Power Point presentation, graphs and pie charts explain the aesthetics of Dasai Gajin.
At the first level is the unconsciousness, a lack of concern for one’s own self image. The next level is ugliness, plain and simple. Overlapping that is humor. Dasai gaijin have to be funny looking, otherwise, what’s the point? But there is another shadow aspect. It’s also not funny. You should feel bad about the whole situation somewhere deep in your cynical black heart. Add everything up, and you have the formidable Dasai Gaijin effect.
Next is a session of real time hunting for Dasai Gaijin. Google is the best place to find their pastures and grazing fields. The top searches that yield bountiful harvests are “Party” and “Crazy Dancing.”
Then they announce a special guest in the house. An actual, for real, real Dasai Gaijin.
Naturally, it’s my dumb ass.
“What would Americans think if they found out about this event?”
“Maybe it would start a war. Americans don’t want to be Dasai and don’t want other people laughing at them. Eventually, they would start hunting for Dasai Nihonjin.”
“What words do you search for when looking for Dasai Gaijin?”
“Let’s face it: most Dasai Gaijin are white people. So just type ‘white people’ into the search engine and let it rip. ‘Stoned’ is also good. So is
‘heavy metal fans.’”
We search and find a dating site for men with long hair. At least I’m not wearing a Tie-dye shirt.
Next, Leopaldon take some of most Dasai images they’ve found, and paste them where normally “cool” gaijin reside: ads for iPods, covers for Newsweek, sales campaigns for Tower Records. It’s pretty satisfying to see.
The rest of the evening is blur of beers, Baggy cocktails, and bitter laughter. I ask a pair of girls, why are you here? What is it about Dasai Gaijin that made you come all the way out to Ookayama?
“Dasai Gaijin are funny. They look so happy. They’re cute.”
We’ve gone from being cool to being the Muppets, it seems, but at least there’s still come affection to be had.
A revolving door of DJs opens up for Dasai Gaijin dancing. Yoshiki takes over the turntables and plays the Ghostbusters theme, Kenny Loggins, Andrew W.K. Around 4am, the set is almost exclusively culled from music that’s two decades old. Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go, Mr. Roboto.
Yoshiki sits at the bar mulling it over. “This started out as Dasai Gaijin night, but somehow it’s turned into ‘80s night.”
I can only figure it’s because that was when the power of the gaijin was at it’s mightiest in Japan. And time, the missing element until now, has aged their works once mighty into laughable bits of crappy ear candy.
Cool ages to fool.
5am. It’s all over, but the 30 or so survivors still have to pose for pictures. Everyone makes their best stupid grinning Dasai Gaijin faces, fingers spread out into Vs. They put me on a pedestal. Literally. At first, I refuse. But I’ve been proclaimed Mr. Dasai Gaijin just for showing up.
It takes two hours to get home. I feel like hammered shit the next day. Is it the toll for nothing but booze and cigs for the last 12 hours?
Anonymous and countless Dasai Gaijin out there on the Net don’t know what’s hit them either.
July 06, 2005
Kurikaeshite kudasai
Long ago, and oh so far away, two Japanese guys were sitting around watching skate videos.
As the wheeled warriors did their “totally awesome” tricks to an eXtreme musical accompaniment, one of the guys on the couch went over the top. He said in all seriousness, “wow, gaijin are so cool. They can do anything!”
But this didn’t exactly fly with the person sitting next to him. Decades having to wave back at grinning gaijin on television, in print ads, everywhere in Japan, had finally reached critical mass. Schwarzenegger for instant ramen. Richard Gere for “I Love Tokyo.”
It could not be allowed to go on forever. A counter culture had to be created. And thus, the concept “Dasai Gaijin” was born.
Originally, I thought the phrase simply meant “uncool foreigner.” But it’s much, much worse than that. Yoshiki corrects me, “it’s more like pathetic foreigner.”
At least sixty people are crammed into the Acid Panda Café in Ookayama tonight for Dasai Gajin Night Vol. 2, a sequel to a previous event a few months back.
Two-man techno band Leopaldon not only runs the Acid Panda, but they’re also dedicated to hunting down the most fucked up foreigners they can find. They scour the Internet for pics and post them on the Dasai Gaijin community on Mixi - the Japanese equivalent of Myspace - which currently numbers nearly two thousand members.
Now Leopaldon sit on stage, breaking down their massive collection of jpegs into categories.
The Monster – The thing that must not be. Fat, hideous, and savage. Eats giant hamburgers in clothes that are forever too small.
The Royals – Family portraits straight out of the Sears catalog. Everyone with the same funny/pathetic look on their best face. Brush strokes on the backgrounds behind them.
Gamers – Nerds, basically. Little kids and teens with nothing better to do but line up at networked computers happily trying to kill each other.
The Last Samurai – Pictures of wayward gaijin with their host families out in Bumfuck, Japan. Helps if they are wearing a stylish yukata and glasses combo.
The Creator – The proud owners of science fair projects, ugly clay sculptures, and homemade Star Trek props.
Cosplay – Yeah. You know how that one goes. Paint yourself blue and be a Smurf or dress up like a cardboard Transformer for confirmation.
And so on, and so on into oblivion. Every picture and category is greeted with hoots and shouts of “Dasai!!!”
Next comes a Power Point presentation, graphs and pie charts explain the aesthetics of Dasai Gajin.
At the first level is the unconsciousness, a lack of concern for one’s own self image. The next level is ugliness, plain and simple. Overlapping that is humor. Dasai gaijin have to be funny looking, otherwise, what’s the point? But there is another shadow aspect. It’s also not funny. You should feel bad about the whole situation somewhere deep in your cynical black heart. Add everything up, and you have the formidable Dasai Gaijin effect.
Next is a session of real time hunting for Dasai Gaijin. Google is the best place to find their pastures and grazing fields. The top searches that yield bountiful harvests are “Party” and “Crazy Dancing.”
Then they announce a special guest in the house. An actual, for real, real Dasai Gaijin.
Naturally, it’s my dumb ass.
“What would Americans think if they found out about this event?”
“Maybe it would start a war. Americans don’t want to be Dasai and don’t want other people laughing at them. Eventually, they would start hunting for Dasai Nihonjin.”
“What words do you search for when looking for Dasai Gaijin?”
“Let’s face it: most Dasai Gaijin are white people. So just type ‘white people’ into the search engine and let it rip. ‘Stoned’ is also good. So is
‘heavy metal fans.’”
We search and find a dating site for men with long hair. At least I’m not wearing a Tie-dye shirt.
Next, Leopaldon take some of most Dasai images they’ve found, and paste them where normally “cool” gaijin reside: ads for iPods, covers for Newsweek, sales campaigns for Tower Records. It’s pretty satisfying to see.
The rest of the evening is blur of beers, Baggy cocktails, and bitter laughter. I ask a pair of girls, why are you here? What is it about Dasai Gaijin that made you come all the way out to Ookayama?
“Dasai Gaijin are funny. They look so happy. They’re cute.”
We’ve gone from being cool to being the Muppets, it seems, but at least there’s still come affection to be had.
A revolving door of DJs opens up for Dasai Gaijin dancing. Yoshiki takes over the turntables and plays the Ghostbusters theme, Kenny Loggins, Andrew W.K. Around 4am, the set is almost exclusively culled from music that’s two decades old. Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go, Mr. Roboto.
Yoshiki sits at the bar mulling it over. “This started out as Dasai Gaijin night, but somehow it’s turned into ‘80s night.”
I can only figure it’s because that was when the power of the gaijin was at it’s mightiest in Japan. And time, the missing element until now, has aged their works once mighty into laughable bits of crappy ear candy.
Cool ages to fool.
5am. It’s all over, but the 30 or so survivors still have to pose for pictures. Everyone makes their best stupid grinning Dasai Gaijin faces, fingers spread out into Vs. They put me on a pedestal. Literally. At first, I refuse. But I’ve been proclaimed Mr. Dasai Gaijin just for showing up.
It takes two hours to get home. I feel like hammered shit the next day. Is it the toll for nothing but booze and cigs for the last 12 hours?
Anonymous and countless Dasai Gaijin out there on the Net don’t know what’s hit them either.
July 06, 2005
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
ikasuconHELL 2:38 PM
I hate moving...
But it's all over. It was a mad rush to get everything from Oak Tree to Tucker. I spent Friday and Saturday doing nothing but ripping up carpets and pulling tackstrips and staples. Finally got to move my crap on Sunday, and by Noon Monday everything was at Tucker. It was all in a pile after doing a basic grab and dump operation with my 2 door My-Rage coupe which had next to no trunk space and dozens of trips. I'm worn out and I still need to organize and get everything back in order.
I hate moving...
But it's all over. It was a mad rush to get everything from Oak Tree to Tucker. I spent Friday and Saturday doing nothing but ripping up carpets and pulling tackstrips and staples. Finally got to move my crap on Sunday, and by Noon Monday everything was at Tucker. It was all in a pile after doing a basic grab and dump operation with my 2 door My-Rage coupe which had next to no trunk space and dozens of trips. I'm worn out and I still need to organize and get everything back in order.
I hate moving...
Monday, July 11, 2005
Midnite Madness 2:46 PM
Bruce's surprise 40th birthday party was Sunday nite at Josh and Michael's house...and It was a good time. I needed the break from moving to Tucker and something to eat. The move has thrown everything off, I haven't been eating right because I'm too busy trying to get everything done, I skip breakfest and forget to eat lunch. I'm a wreck. But I made it to Bruce's birthday party. Happy Birthday, Bruce!
I still don't have my birthday X-box...
I still don't have my birthday X-box...
Friday, July 08, 2005
The Punchline below the belt 8:43 AM
For almost two months my life has been tossed about on a sea of uncertainty. Starting with a phone call Ed recieved from the landlord giving notice that she was moving in and we were moving out and all the panic and anxiety and anger and packing and paying for P.O.D.S. and yesterday Ed signs the papers for the house on Tucker Boulevard and then the kick to the head:
The landlord has decided to move to Austin instead of moving into the Gun Compound.
That's right. All the crap I went through the last couple months was for nothing.
Hardy-fukkin-har...
The landlord has decided to move to Austin instead of moving into the Gun Compound.
That's right. All the crap I went through the last couple months was for nothing.
Hardy-fukkin-har...
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Commodore 64 Underground 11:53 AM
A personal story of a moment in tech's secret history...
And all the data you'll ever need to mine from LiveJournal...
Comix will save your soul 8:40 AM
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Another Movement 8:32 AM
Finished moving everything from the garage into the P.O.D.S. last night. Tonight I'll finish boxing up the rest of the DanCAVE. Chaos is everywhere right now. Nothing is in it's place, and I'm losing things as I move them from one corner to another.
I really hate moving...
I really hate moving...
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
MSN-Mainichi Daily News: National News 1:03 PM
Baseball legend Cromartie sues moviemaker
"Warren Cromartie, a former Montreal Expos outfielder and legend in Japanese baseball circles because of his successful stint with the Yomiuri Giants, has filed an injunction to prevent screening of a film he says slurs his name.
Cromartie filed the injunction with the Tokyo District Court, asking it to order distributor Media Suits to halt screening of the movie 'Sakigake! Kuromati Koko The Movie. (Pioneer! Cromartie High School, The Movie).' Kuromati is the Japanese pronunciation of Cromartie's name.
'Cromartie High School students smoke, fight with students from other schools and are depicted as ruffians. Having continued to work toward the wholesome development of youth, even after retirement, the poor image presented causes extreme mental duress,' the injunction filed by the baseball star said.
The controversial movie is the film adaptation of 'Sakigake, Kuromati Koko (Pioneer, Cromartie High School),' a manga that has been running in the weekly Shonen Magazine since 2000. The manga tells the story of students at Cromartie High School, a public high school in Tokyo. The movie was due to hit screens in July.
Cromartie sandwiched stints in Major League Baseball with a highly successful period playing for the Central League's Yomiuri Giants from 1984 to 1990. He was a hugely popular figure and continued to appear in commercials on Japanese TV following his retirement.
Cromartie, 51, is now the manager of the Japan Samurai Bears, a team with an all-Japanese roster that plays in the independent Golden Baseball League in the United States. (Mainichi)
June 30, 2005"
"Warren Cromartie, a former Montreal Expos outfielder and legend in Japanese baseball circles because of his successful stint with the Yomiuri Giants, has filed an injunction to prevent screening of a film he says slurs his name.
Cromartie filed the injunction with the Tokyo District Court, asking it to order distributor Media Suits to halt screening of the movie 'Sakigake! Kuromati Koko The Movie. (Pioneer! Cromartie High School, The Movie).' Kuromati is the Japanese pronunciation of Cromartie's name.
'Cromartie High School students smoke, fight with students from other schools and are depicted as ruffians. Having continued to work toward the wholesome development of youth, even after retirement, the poor image presented causes extreme mental duress,' the injunction filed by the baseball star said.
The controversial movie is the film adaptation of 'Sakigake, Kuromati Koko (Pioneer, Cromartie High School),' a manga that has been running in the weekly Shonen Magazine since 2000. The manga tells the story of students at Cromartie High School, a public high school in Tokyo. The movie was due to hit screens in July.
Cromartie sandwiched stints in Major League Baseball with a highly successful period playing for the Central League's Yomiuri Giants from 1984 to 1990. He was a hugely popular figure and continued to appear in commercials on Japanese TV following his retirement.
Cromartie, 51, is now the manager of the Japan Samurai Bears, a team with an all-Japanese roster that plays in the independent Golden Baseball League in the United States. (Mainichi)
June 30, 2005"
Countdown to move 10:11 AM
The long 4th of July weekend has taken a bit out of me. I burned about 50 DVDRs backing up harddrives during the day when it was way too humid to do anything outside and boxing and loading the P.O.D.S. during the evening.
I hate moving.
I hate moving.
Friday, July 01, 2005
Smaller and smaller rooms 8:26 AM
I've noticed that from the move from the Collage Street apartments to Oak Tree Lane to next week's move to West Tucker Boulevard my room gets smaller and smaller. And yet my amount of crap gets larger and larger.Consider this: in my move from Minneapolis to Texas my video collection was mostly VHS tapes with a shoebox of VCDs. Since moving to Texas I've bought all of my DVDs, often two or more a week. Most of these were bought during the current and stable period of living at the Oak Tree Lane Gun Compound over the last two and a half years. So you can imagine the boxes and crates of DVDs that are piled high in the DanCAVE.
And I'm afraid if I load them into the P.O.D.S. that those DVDs will melt in the Texas heat. So I'm working around 'em right now. But this weekend is the big push before the move on the 7th of July. I'm making plans and making lists of the things that I have to do before the move. And as I've noted before, I hate moving.
