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Nov. 12th, 2005 02:14 pmWatching G4 at 3:05 in the morning and ( they inform me of this. Don't click if you don't wanna see... big-boobed fake people. )
Behind the cut is a picture of a clothed Real Doll. For those of you who do not know what a Real Doll is -- it's a life-sized, humanlike doll that is built to be fucked. This is nothing like a $12.99 porn shop sex doll. These things cost hundreds of dollars. They're highly detailed and... alla that. But this one.... this one is fucking nuts. It's an anime Real Doll. It's got the huge eyes, the bright hair, and the GIANT boobs. I am totally amazed and horrified by this thing because it is aimed at people like me. It is aimed at the lonely comic book/video game/anime/manga geeks. I will admit to fitting three of those categories very well, but the fact that such an item like this exists makes me think about several things.... a) Do people like myself have such a sorry public image that the people who make Real Dolls truly believe there is a market for these things? b) IS there a market for these things?! c) If there is a market for these things, would it be ethical for me to have one in my shop, if not for sale, just for set decoration?
If it's not crystal clear, that last one was a joke.
I've found that sometimes folks don't recognize my attempts at humor in this journal.
My hair is growing long again. I don't intend on cutting it. Only reason I cut it last time was because I was trying to get a job. Since I have no intention of getting a regular 9 to 5 job, and since I thought I looked good with the long hair, I'm going to let it grow again. As it is, right now I've got some kind of accidental Zach Braff thing going, except the sides are starting to turn up at the sides, which, to me, is the beginning of the uncomfortable stage of short hair -- the stage where I usually get it cut.
Later
2:00pm Saturday afternoon and I've been awake for almost 24 hours. It doesn't feel like it. I haven't been awake for an entire day for any specific reason besides my sleep schedule has been ruined.... the only difference is that normally I would have caught a nap somewhere within that 24 hour time span. As it is, something prevented me from doing that. That something was my mother. She decided that this morning would be a good time to take care of the leaves that had fallen off of the trees in our yard. My mother is senseless, though, so she was trying to mulch them using an underpowered and antiquated pushmower. Should have seen her. She would pusk the mower maybe a foot into a mound of leaves then stop for thirty seconds to give the mower time to thoroughly chop the leaves up. Then she would backtrack to chop any leaves she missed. Then she would move on another foot. We have a giant yard. It would have taken her a lifetime to get the job done that way. So, I stopped her. Told her we were going to do it the old fashioned way and rake those motherfuckers. (yes, I got myself into it -- because I couldn't stand to see my mom torture herself.)
I was about this close to making this a long story. (or... an even longer story.) But... long story short, I raked leaves all morning. There you go.
Now I figure I'm going to watch football all afternoon. Maybe sleep someday.
Behind the cut is a picture of a clothed Real Doll. For those of you who do not know what a Real Doll is -- it's a life-sized, humanlike doll that is built to be fucked. This is nothing like a $12.99 porn shop sex doll. These things cost hundreds of dollars. They're highly detailed and... alla that. But this one.... this one is fucking nuts. It's an anime Real Doll. It's got the huge eyes, the bright hair, and the GIANT boobs. I am totally amazed and horrified by this thing because it is aimed at people like me. It is aimed at the lonely comic book/video game/anime/manga geeks. I will admit to fitting three of those categories very well, but the fact that such an item like this exists makes me think about several things.... a) Do people like myself have such a sorry public image that the people who make Real Dolls truly believe there is a market for these things? b) IS there a market for these things?! c) If there is a market for these things, would it be ethical for me to have one in my shop, if not for sale, just for set decoration?
If it's not crystal clear, that last one was a joke.
I've found that sometimes folks don't recognize my attempts at humor in this journal.
My hair is growing long again. I don't intend on cutting it. Only reason I cut it last time was because I was trying to get a job. Since I have no intention of getting a regular 9 to 5 job, and since I thought I looked good with the long hair, I'm going to let it grow again. As it is, right now I've got some kind of accidental Zach Braff thing going, except the sides are starting to turn up at the sides, which, to me, is the beginning of the uncomfortable stage of short hair -- the stage where I usually get it cut.
Later
2:00pm Saturday afternoon and I've been awake for almost 24 hours. It doesn't feel like it. I haven't been awake for an entire day for any specific reason besides my sleep schedule has been ruined.... the only difference is that normally I would have caught a nap somewhere within that 24 hour time span. As it is, something prevented me from doing that. That something was my mother. She decided that this morning would be a good time to take care of the leaves that had fallen off of the trees in our yard. My mother is senseless, though, so she was trying to mulch them using an underpowered and antiquated pushmower. Should have seen her. She would pusk the mower maybe a foot into a mound of leaves then stop for thirty seconds to give the mower time to thoroughly chop the leaves up. Then she would backtrack to chop any leaves she missed. Then she would move on another foot. We have a giant yard. It would have taken her a lifetime to get the job done that way. So, I stopped her. Told her we were going to do it the old fashioned way and rake those motherfuckers. (yes, I got myself into it -- because I couldn't stand to see my mom torture herself.)
I was about this close to making this a long story. (or... an even longer story.) But... long story short, I raked leaves all morning. There you go.
Now I figure I'm going to watch football all afternoon. Maybe sleep someday.
