Life's Little Cluster F*cks

Things that pierced question marks and other shit in my head in my childhood on up. WARNING: graphic language

1. Why did they name a nightclub after a castle made of sand?
2. Lucky Piquel from "bonkers", Yeah his gut reminded me of mozerella
3. Why are boobs the same size in kids cartoons Like Batman or Animaniacs
4. speaking of cartoons, would it hurt to put a little effort in the whole cartoon show instead of misleading us with the anime style intros? [and Yes thundercats, I'm talkin to you too]
5. Also, What the fuck was up with lack of pants in regards to some of our childhood heroes? Thank god they fixed that problem as time progressed.
6. Seriously, I like Doug and everything but he and some of the characters look like they're sufferin hair loss or cancer. What's the deal?
7. Why is Asuka such a BITCH?
8. Anyone notice the age gap between Usagi and Mamoru from Sailor Moon
9. Why is it that whenever shit get popular, my Christian faith and English Speaking Parents always got some bullshit to come up with (example: Pokemon is of the devil; Harry Potter mocks Christendom; Power Rangers is too violent;) Shut the Fuck up?
10. What the fuck was up with the shoulderpads on womens blouses. It's like they're goin to a football game rather than a date or trip to the office?
11. US anime distributors really pissed themselves when they realized that foreign anime fans aren't stupid. Thanks to the internet, we get to see what the Japanese see...  almost
12. Goddamn it Link, will you stop being a horny wanker?  You were a much better hero in the original video games.
13. Speaking of nintendo cartoons, Mario and Luigi's clothes were the same color in every goddamn cartoon since the Mario Brothers super Show... ugh
14. I think Apple and all those companies haven't learned from the past with these tablets. How the fuck am I supposed to fit this shit in my pocket?
15. Why was Animanics so fuckin awesome ?[oh wait i know the answer to that one]
16. What was up with that one perfume commercial? You know, the one with the dramatic talking and pimp slapping. I like it but what the fuck!?
17. FUCK MOHAWKS!!! i'm sorry...
18. Bitch, was it that serious to cut a guy's dick off?
19. I love my Year of birth!!!! Yeah, I time traveled there!!! :)
20. Is it me or the guy singing the theme songs to the Disney Afternoon cartoons was really pumped up
21. Furthermore, WHY IS THE DUCKTALES THEME SO GODDAMN CATCHY??
22. That's not the real sequel to Super Mario Bros!! it's cool but, Damn it, where's the real one??
23. Why do Most R-rated movies try too hard. to me they're only pleasing 8 year-olds.
24. How short pants for men were made back then raises two questions...
25. Was he gay?
26. or was it a horny ass girl who would like nothing to see something bulge?
27. Speaking of unwanted erections, i like my shirts to not be in my pants. I don't care if it's not formal
28. I miss the parachute game! that was fuckin fun!!!
29. Super Mario 3!! Best. Game. EVARRRRRRR!!!!
30. What, you had a boob job? LIES!!!! ALL LIES!!!!
31. I learned about sex in cartoons and less obscene material more than explicit shit
32. Some shit looked better in lo-res graphics
33. I remembered that disney cartoons had guns, guns and more guns.... and more death than in movies....:3
34. Darkwing duck ep.1 &2: best episodes EVARRRR!!!!
35. Little bits: nuff said
36. WINNIN': There!! Can I be in the cool crowd now?
37. What? No!? Fuck you too!
38. Hey, if He-Man's gay, then so is Lion-O!! seriously, look at their clothes.  Cheetarah's wearin a fuckin bathin suit. Didn't think that through did ya.... fucker...
39. I miss fun dips!!!
40. Why are our music networks full of retards? I mean they're showin promise now but seriously
41. Bad girl's Club is better with the volume turned OFF!
42. I didn't know that Shaggy was a kick ass gymnast... Epic man!!!
43. One last thing, What the fuck was with the 1-900 numbers geared to kids?  Now that I think about it, i bet whoever called them was scarred for life.

Happier Life

     OK, everyone, As of now, I'm working on some stuff that will keep me a tad occupied.  Obviously, October 1 will be Toonami Month 2010.  An all-month retrospective on the fallen block which might return..or not.... i hope it comes back.  The month after, I'll be doing Nintendo month, in the same fashion as Toonami.  December is when I get started on my first legit Internet series, Toku-Break: an In-depth look on the Joys of Tokusatsu.  Power moves are being made, and I look forward to your support.  Wish me luck!!

Something More April-ish......Simpler Self Indulgence

     When I was in a bathroom taking care of my nasal pipe, someone eavesdropped on my flawed condition to see if I'll survive the somewhat nicknamed "Yellow Winter". Jokingly I told him, "yeah, this won't keep me out"; in turn he responded in a way that was humorous as well as logical:  It seems that the vegetation and foliage are at full swing in their masturbation session here in the peach state. Come to think of it is kind of painful to just sit around in space being nothing but nature's oxygen tent and homeland to woodland creatures while at the same time, you can't help but look at your fellow plant life strip naked in the colder seasons. In the end, it kind of makes you happy to be human and able to move about and resolve your frustration [whether emotional, mental, or the other kind]. 
     With the earthquakes speeding time faster than The Flash on premium meth and snow not accepting the restraining order issued on the Vernal Equinox by the Northern US, it's safe to say that times are changing.  Regardless, I must switch gears and explain my dive into the sweet fruit punch infested waters of Japanese food.  Recently, a friend of mine who works at a Japanese bakery in Atlanta slammed me head first into a variety of common bread delicacies of what a certain UTG member called Noodle Land.  Speaking of noodles, I found some in the yaki soba I had which was not bad.  Safe to say, it's a nice way to build up your sense of culture if you try something more than what your parents throw on your plate every night, much less the disaster you call a meal that either you created or ordered from a shifty take-out vendor.  Throughout my lifetime, i can safely say that I experimented on some nicely made foreign substances [insert another drug joke here] which ranged from pretty awesome to downright piss [kinda like the beer advertised by cut throat rappers and oversexed pussy mongers].  To conclude, Katsudon, Steam cake, and anpans were among my "must eat before I die" treats to consider munching on.  Safe to say, my pallet has been cleansed.

Something April-ish: She said, "Pipe me!"

  If you see any difference in my writing style, then it's noted that I haven't taken my medicine [insert weed joke] regularly.  Yeah, in my last blog, it was inspired by the constant barrage of people who had a...ok i won't go into that field of interest (besides, I told myself that I wouldn't go that route anyway).

     So yeah, April is here. weeks have passed since Momo-con 2010, and I have to say, the first post-con week was a trip to the psyche ward up until Friday when i promised my self an MP3 player and headphones that take you places like ecstasy [oh crap, another drug reference].  Second week was pretty decent; big brother was hard at work, and I yelled out "Fuck outside world, too bright for eyes" upon learning four days of Japanese. Just recently, I came out of hiding in the form of going to a game lounge near my house playing Final Fantasy 13 and Street Fighter 4.  Also I was asked to go to an amusement park, and as fun as it was, it was a slight "meh". I say that because I felt the general public isn't ready for me and vice-versa. This also accounts for Thursday [April 2] when for the first time i was forced to church. I use this term loosely because I never thought my mom would put date rape substances in my pink lemonade to get me to do extracurricular worship past Sunday and Wednesday [aside from events and fasts]; and son-of-a-bitch [sorry, Lord] I show up with my 1 gig blasting loudly to the heavens like trumpets to the rapture, with mind howling "Screw civilization, kill they arse".  Some of you wonder, "Wataru-sama, why so angsty", well...  To answer this, I've set aside a transitional point to where I want to get tons of goals in order; not to mention my so-called playboy persona [emphasis on so-called].  Therefore, I tried to set myself in a state of isolation and focus so I can better appreciate the people who I care for and love.  In blunt "Zero Punctuation" style honesty, there a few people who I deem trustworthy in my book. In Wataru's dictionary, that means, one or more people I can talk to without feeling awkward or uncomfortable.  They're also not scared to tell me what's up.


   Overall, I want to feel a much better sense of accomplishment, and that I'm benefiting from making the miracle work.  That way I won't suck at a fighting game again, or look like a total asswipe to women.  Jinkies...!!

One More Rant: "Can I Please be Japanese?"

     At this rate, I might as well be called "The angry anime nerd who rants about the perils of human existence".  Hell, since I found some motivation to rant one more time, then I guess I should let the bullets spray like morning mist.  Let's take a standard scene from the manga/ anime series Love Hina for example; I'm Keitaro and the people who seen one weaboo too many are the girls of the Hina House. I mind my own business exploring the place but somehow enter a hideous calamity that leads to an awkward and perverted scenario. But "anime laws" discourage sexual harassment, even if the scenario is unintentional, resulting in a near death experience on Keitaro-kun's part.  To translate; I get the "WEEABOO" stamp on my head from the so-called connoisseurs of anime and Japanese culture over a few sentences I type in Japanese or using Meagman's original name [which is Rockman by the way], and the biggest kick to the sack is that I don't get an explanation nor a chance to further explain why I'm resorting one of my biggest influences.  My god, at least sit the fuck down and get to know the man behind the ears.  From what I'm seeing, if I can be a tad off subject, The fall of Japanese influence in America today is more of an involuntary sense of xenophobia rather than piracy.  Back then, we welcomed it with open arms as reparations for World War 2, but with us reverting to our "fuck the Jap bastards" tendencies from the war era and displaying our hypocrisy in anime conventions, I'm obligated to make a serious statement.


    For the record, I knew nothing of anime or Japanese from when I was born. My dive into the culture started in a karate exhibition in Queens.  I got to work on it through an atlas I got for Christmas when I was seven.  Then I realized that it was more than a few punches and kicks that mainstream America associated it with.  Even during that time period, I was a drawing doodling little maniac; plus I was influenced by video games first.  In 1995, I started to learn about anime - Japans other "white meat".  By 1997, I was, "I've been a close buddy to this goddess known as lady Japan, I want to learn her language".  But one problem, not one goddamn school I attended had a Japanese course [WHAT THE FUCK?].  Disappointment aside, I found a book in the media center on various foreign languages.  So by 2004, I had a competent knowledge of the Japanese language, though not fluent in the spoken medium.  So I guess you can say two things are missing in my love for Japanese lifestyle; one is a trip to Japan, and a structured regimen of  speaking Japanese.  By 2008, I did right to mature in my love for all things Japanese if not Asian.  As far as my art style goes, I don't draw because I'm a fan of anime, but because of  it's beauty [ok, so it's still fandom, but stll]



     All things considered, you ignorant shits left me little options but to set the record straight.  Yes, I GET IT, Japan's no greater than any country in the world [I been got that since I was in 6th grade].  Sounds to me you're trying to please a society who could give ten shits about you guys.  I f I was In Japan, I would of said the exact same thing to any friend I make there.  You know, I hate to sound like an old geezer, but there was a time when we appreciated one another for our love for Japanese culture, but like music networks and reality shows, we've begun to act like pompous pricks to one another. "Weeaboos", this applies to you, too.  It also wasn't until now that I realized that I was lying to myself, trying to do something different.  Now what if I was getting in to Brazilian or Italian culture, you guys are gonna ridicule me too?  I see...  If the Japanese are xenophobic hermits, then we Americans are self righteous pussy wipes. Let me guess, "Because you favor Japan over America". Wrong again, dumb ass, because of years of observation, even from home grown intellectuals, authors, and the media we produce.  No, I'm not burning flags and fleeing to Canada [no offense to any Canadians reading this], I'm simply making a point.  Lumping me with people who half ass their shallow love for Japanese culture is like facing me in tic-tac -toe, ends up in a draw.  Slow the fuck down and let me exercise my American right to enjoy foreign culture. [sighs relief]  [A.D.D. tendencies.... "ooh. Kawaii"!]

"I Want to F*ck You"

[sighs in disgust]  Ah, fuck me... Women of the world, understand this: there's a reason why men should never say up front "I wanna fuck you". For starters, how the hell does anyone do that? Anyway, the only response anyone would get is a kick to the happy sack or pepper spray.  The truth is, few women respond positively to it - very few. Also this world is populated with more uptight women than sexually liberated, so a trip to the ass rape factory is another guarantee. Had it been me, my black ass would have been made a homosexual with no voting rights over a blatant sexual remark: with that said, I'd like to keep my masculinity thank you very much and stick to waiting till we come to that part.  Furthermore, it's difficult for a man these days to express his sexuality without offending feminist groups or other prudent equivalents.  But for the main topic; a few weekends ago, I find a husky black guy trying to get this girl's number, but there's one problem, she's focused on her music. Disregarding this, he gets closer and gets burned. Then he says the title of this blog, thus giving black males an even far more ass raping image.  Can a guy at least have some free......oh wait I forgot, this is the city where they hang you to a ceiling by your happy stick.  I would like for once to say "I'm horny" without offending some people. [i mean it's possible but not in Atlanta unless you portray a wannabe ghetto image(at least where I live).]  At least a holiday weekend where I can be anything other than limited to having sex in order to feel that experience. Enter another problem; I mean, what good is it if "THAT" alone is the only motive in the world. It's not just men, but women as well. [no, everyone]. Maybe I'm reading it wrong, but still it would be nice to exercise my rights as a male.  But no thanks to the dumb asses,  every guy like me has to pay for these dick cheeses. Maybe if we form a club for people like me...nah, that won't work. But the point is, no guy likes to be lumped with others, especially with shit for brains excuses of masculinity. And we like to go to jail for sexual harassment alot less. That's why we don't like to say off the fly, "I wanna Fuck you".

Sweet Peaches and Hedgehogs.....

     I've come to the conclusion that usually when faced with a spirit killing conflict, something extraordinary occurs. A big emphasis on "usual" because what's usual doesn't always happen everyday, but a lot to carry a stigma on it's hands.  Lately I've come to the realization that bad things are happening beyond my control; maybe to prove that I don't have to do much or anything at all for Hell to unleash it's wrath on me.  All tear jerkin psychobabble aside, I get hit on by some pussy-wipe from the Herbert school of pedophilia with a major in child pornography.  The rat bastard tried to either get me in a car or get my number thinking I was 16 or something.  Anyways, the diff between me and him is quite simple, he would enjoy putting foreign substances up where a chair should be to little boys if not me [I hope it's not me, cause he'd lose his life before his voting rights].  Me on the other hand, it would be rather awkward to encounter and persist with minors.  Not that I would enjoy jail-bait [which is rather sick] it pains me that most of the people who like what i like are under-aged and live closest to me. 

     Onto less disgusting but more troubling issues; It would seem that most hated nightmare has come to pass and I must live with the idea that I might die alone in a jet fueled fire in hell.  I hope such isn't the case but then again, I got scolded at and mistreated for only seeking a friendly and less romantic relationship from a woman. Now i'm not some resentful twat-monger who's quick to blame all of the same gender for one asshole's lack of intelligence, but apparently the state of Georgia produces  such pussy-wipes male or female.  I feel if I stay here any longer, I'll only fall back to my idiotic tendencies like Friday [March 12]. OK, maybe not all of GA, but the Metro Atlanta area maybe [I don't know, I'm trying not to be ignorant here and categorize by some half-assed observation.]  Now if you're wondering if  my going to fast is the reason why shit is happening, then you only scratched the surface of my problems, cause that's only a small problem that has been rectified with wisdom and countless prayer. [now my knees hurt like hell].  Now I'm trying the friend approach this year, but apparently here's the problem: even with that it's like pulling teeth. Explanation: Only one person does the work and devotion while the other sits down or doesn't make time unless money or sex is on the menu. I'm trying to break away from that and try something that would benefit both me and the significant other. Now if the feeling is mutual, than we have a miracle at work, but if only one of us exhibits devotion to a friend or otherwise, somethings gotta give. But the idea of force and intimidation is out of the question, but what.....wait a minute. Another habit I must remove, don't ask questions you know the answer to.  Or rather, I should just be patient, because love favors the long suffering; therefore there's no other way. Even so, if you want to be with someone or if you like them, you'd want to make some time to get to know one another, not one person doing all the work.