They always say it's "the little things in life," and I stand firm behind this sentiment.
Currently, my shower curtain is unbelievably disgusting. You know how it gets that white, soap-scum looking film? And it ceases to deflect water in favor of being slippery and gross and kinda more yellow than white? YOU KNOW YOU KNOW.
There's nothing better than a brand new shower curtain liner. They're cheap, they brighten up your life and they smell like a plastic action figure the size of a doghouse. I usually stock up on two or three, but two or three are never enough. I like to feel secure in clean shower curtains.
I wouldn't say I'm a neat freak. Or a clean freak. Or a freak in general, for that matter. But there are certain things in normal household living that just grate on me. The feel of crumbs under your bare feet on te kitchen floor, a sink loaded with dirty dishes, weird smudges on windows, couch cushions that aren't properly aligned, fucking dust everywhere, etc.
Well, hell. I guess I am a clean freak.
Looks magnificent. The other one is in the trash, the new one has turned my bathroom into a paradise. The little things, man. I swear.
But it doesn't feel right. This doesn't feel right for my blog.
Oh, better. Much better.
Oh, and DragonCon? I'll get around to it. Every time I think I wanna delve deep into the landscapes of a skewed memory, I get caught up in something else. Mainly anime. Did I mention I'm obsessed with anime now?
Don't worry, I'm not one of those guys. The "anime crowd," if you will. Nerdy, frumpy and the skin color of Cheetos. I'm well aware of the giant library of celluloid I'd have to blow through to become an expert in the genre, so I've picked a few key staple to get me going. Which is anything from the 80's, so long as that 80's stuff is about giant robotic violence.
God, it's such a beautiful thing. I'm not sure how I got into it (again) but here I am. DragonCon's endless vendors hocking the junk sure didn't help my cause, either. And I only say "again" because this is my second bout into the genre.
When I was younger, I had a friend who was really into the stuff. He knew all the shops to visit, all the videos to watch, all the Japanese soda to drink. I had no idea what to expect, but since he was my only friend in middle school...I was right there with him. And, boy howdy, what a trip.
The art is astounding, insane and neurotic. I never saw anything like it! So foreign, unique and loaded with animated boobs! Battles hypnotize, the constant action is nearly mind-numbing. I felt really...weird when I watched it. But a good kind of weird. I still get that weird feeling. And ff I could somehow manage to write a record that made the listener feel what I feel while watching "Akira," I'd be set for life. My music = possibly seizure inducing. What's so wrong with that?
But yeah. Stick with me. DragonCon recap comin' up next!