One part afro.
One part mohawk.
Two parts cornrows.
Completely epic in whole.
When asked what he calls this hair style, he said “fluffy mohawk.”
I prefer to call it “Afrohawk in the Cornfields,” but that sounds a little redcorn-ish.
Month: November 2011
Neko-Con Stories: The BMW’s contridictory vanity plate
It amuses me to no end when car owners are so proud of their vehicles, that they require vanity plates to boast about their cars. Most of the time, this occurs the most with Honda drivers; I’ve seen with my own eyes a Honda S2000 with the license plate “S2000,” and once even a Civic… A HONDA CIVIC (with no trim badge, meaning it’s a DX) with a vanity plate saying “CIVICPWR (btw, the Civic DX has like, no power).” There are several other notable examples floating around on the internet in regards to obvious vanity plates on Hondas.
But since everyone knows that I love BMWs, this affliction is not avoidable by arrogant BMW drivers either. Case in point – this BMW M3, with the plate saying “M THR33,” which I find to be confusing. Yes, in leet speek, it would be phonetically be “M THREE,” but since I live in reality, I’m kind of baffled by the two 3’s to designate it.
Does the 33 designate engine size? If that’s the case, then this is incorrect; this particular M3 came in 3.0 or 3.2 liter sizes; even today’s M3s, none of them are equipped with a 3.3 liter.
Or perhaps it’s taking cues from the fashion in which BMW designates its cars; M-series cars are typically the cream of the crop when it comes to any family of BMWs, but the fact that their plate says 33, it kind of implies that it’s a 3-series with a 3.0 liter engine, which would probably be the most correct interpretation so far. But at the same time, they’re essentially exposing the fact that it’s a 3-series with a 3.0 engine, which can describe both the 330i or the M3.
It’s overall very contradictory, and it doesn’t really serve any purpose other than to propagate stereotypes about BMW drivers being arrogant, excessive, ignorant, and a whole bunch of other derogatory personal adjectives, or all of the above. So as far as vanity plates goes, M THR33 gets a big fat F.
Neko-Con Stories: Ruining the toy camera look
My camera that I’m still trying to cope with over the fickle settings, happens to have a Toy Camera Effect mode. In other words, a setting that pre-applies darkened corners as well as kind of dims down the colors, that toy cameras like Holgas do. Since a lot of my pictures seem to have oversaturated colors until I can figure it out better, I decided to give the Toy Camera mode a whirl, as I’m sure anyone who peruses through my Neko-con photos might notice a chunk of photos that have this setting applied.
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Neko-Con Stories: Yoshi at the bar
As far as Nanowrimo is concerned, amazingly, I’m off to a fantastic start. After the first six days in November, I’ve already surpassed the first 10,000 word mark. That being said, I feel like I’m in a fairly good place, and can take some time to play catch up with my precious brog. And since I just got back from Neko-Con, I’ve got some things to say and show.
Firstly, to no surprise, I feel old as shit, because I’m 29-years old, and watching a bunch of 12-17 year olds parading around like retards or jailbait. Clearly, I’m out of touch to some degree, as this is literally the first anime con I’ve been to in like 6-7 years. I don’t understand why there is such an increase of fake wannabe ravers, why people are fascinated with animal tails, why people love wearing full-bodied mascot/animal pajamas, and most of all, why there are so many people running around wearing surgical masks with stupid pins, flair, and chains hanging off of them.
But anyway, more will be written when I get to it, or remember to write about it, but until then, enjoy the litany of random shit related loosely to Neko-Con in coming days. Like ronery Yoshi sitting at the bar feeling melancholy and wanting the hard shit.
A weird dream
I had a weird dream the other night. In this dream, I was pursuing porn star, Bibi Jones. And when I say “pursuing,” I mean, I was trying to talk to her, and really really hoping she was as easy as she makes herself sound, like on the Howard Stern show.
For whatever reason, we happened to be in a familiar suburban neighborhood near where I grew up in Virginia. Later on in the dream, I was in a driveway of a house where Bibi Jones happened to be, and across the street I see none other than Bobby “The Brain” Heenan walking in his yard, picking up his morning paper. One house down, is Ron Swanson, staring that blank and accusatory stare over in my direction, for what reason, I have no idea.
Later on in this dream, I run into two girls I’ve dated in the past, one of whom had a propensity to change her hair color pretty often. I didn’t recognize her, but apparently Bibi Jones knew who they were and greeted them as she walked past them. Ironically, neither of them had any idea who Bibi Jones was either. But anyway, the one who changed her hair color often had her hair pink at the time, and both girls were dressed in obvious bridesmaids dresses. So the girl with the pink hair reminded me of Krieger’s virtual girlfriend from Archer.
And just when the dream was getting interesting, with my current lust, and two past romantic interests, I wake up. Figure that.
A BMW driver doing something douchey, you don’t say
I know they’re being somewhat mindful, pulling this shit fairly away from everyone else, but seriously, four parking spaces? And people wonder why BMW drivers have such horrible reputations, it’s shit like this that ruins it for the sane people who happen to drive BMWs that they’re unfortunately pigeon-holed as inconsiderate assholes as well.
The funny thing is that this is just a 318i convertible. A motor of marginal potential, lodged into an overpriced and overrated name and chassis. The 318i is the equivalent of the Gobot of BMWs. The only thing worth any genuine value of the 318i is the fact that it has a BMW badge, and in this case, happens to be a convertible. Otherwise, it’s just another piece of shit BMW demonstrating stupid behavior.
The scariest sound in the entire world
Seriously, I don’t think I could ever eat another Gummi Bear in my entire life under good conscience.
What the fuck did the Gummi Bear do to you???
On another programming note: Brogging will be sporadic and likely minimal this month. There will probably be a lot of pre-written and scheduled posts. I will be once again partaking in Nanowrimo this year after a hiatus for a year. Although there will be travels and distractions, I will strive to reach my 50,000 word mark again this year. If you’re interested in being “buddies,” I simply go under the name “cyberlobster.”