THE LATE SHIFT


for two weeks straight now, i've been slaving away at both my "real" job, as well as projects on the side. it's given me hardly any time to touch my blog on a consistent basis.

when we last left our superhero-for-hire...

week one: work as usual, along with working the sound equipment for a friend's play. this meant that i had to wake up extra early on both saturday as well as sunday, something quite blasphemous for yours truly. with luck, the play began and concluded with hardly a hitch.

average amount of sleep per night for week one: 2 hours

week two: the end of the fiscal year in japan is fast approaching, which means that sh#t that was put aside until further notice needs to be cleaned up now.

after a visit from mr. OZY on friday night, i crawled into bed around 2 in the morning...only to wake up at 4 AM because i was to hit the slopes for some long-awaited 'boarding action! okay, so the snow was terrible (too warm...kinda like 'boarding on shaved ice), but i finally got to test out my new gear.



the trip to the slopes and back was really kickin' my ass, but i had to wake up early YET AGAIN on sunday morning, off to work while saner people stayed tucked in bed. thankfully, this madness will all end in a few weeks. at least spring break is just around the corner...

average amount of sleep per night for week two: 2.5 hours


*on a truly random note, i was at the train station this morning, luckily finding an empty seat in a semi-crowded morning commuter to osaka. now y'see, conductors in japan are quite courteous, reminding passengers to avoid running onto the train as it might cause bodily harm to oneself as well as others.
as he blew his whistle for departure, a 50-something-ish man comes hurtling down the steps, hair flying wildly around him as he tried to hurry aboard before the doors slammed shut.

well, he must have lost his balance, because he suddenly disappeared from view...followed by a rather loud THUNK. everyone in the car let out a collective "OOOOOOHHH!!!" kind of like when you see replays from "football's greatest hits" or something of that sort....

the conductor looked down at this poor guy, who sheepishly got up and scurried onboard, wheezing and panting.
his balding pate had an abnormally large red splotch from the point of impact.

now i know how bighorn sheep feel...

THRILLA IN SAITAMA






and who said football wasn't exciting?

although clearly a divine gift from above,
the boys in blue are sittin' pretty in first place.

RUFF, TUFF, and IN THE BUFF


with this weekend's super bowl shennanigans finally over and done with, i thought that folks back states-side would settle back into griping about bush's harebrained budget proposition, the increased suicide-bombing attacks in iraq, and on the chicken flu that is raging across asia.

thank the heavens for a little SKIN!!! the super bowl, that multi-million dollar festival beamed to boob-tubes (no pun intended) around the world, showed one mega-star in all of her
"tit"-illating glory, as well as a lesser-known one from our friends across the atlantic (what is up with brits and streaking???).


i managed to catch the game while i was at work. the game itself wasn't of importance (a thriller down to the very end, although i could care less about either new england or carolina); the half-time performance stole the show. back home, i'd always use that break to grab an extra lager or duck into the kitchen for some more munch. who wants to see ricky martin, gloria estefan, and billy joel anyway?
that is, only this time i was a bit surprised to see janet vamping onstage. it's no secret that she has really
changed her image over the years, but i would have never imagined her performing during half-time. of course, the appearance of justin "i wanna be the first pop star in space" timeberlake pretty much killed any waning enthusiasm i had left, and i was about to switch off the t.v. to return to my deskwork.

but at that very moment, justin leans over and rips off a piece of janet's suit, revealing boob and nipple for half of the world's population to ogle at.
SUUUUUUUUUURE it wasn't planned! i do recall the areola area being unnaturally pale, suggesting the usage of NIPPLESS, meaning that janet was prepared, or at least guarding against costume "malfunction." regardless, it looks like CBS, MTV, as well as the dynamic duo are in a deep pile of doo-doo.

the streaker, i've heard, is originally from the u.k. and has put in quite a few flashy appearances at sports events around the globe. this time, he came prepared. not only did he have a valid ticket to get in, he managed to sneak past unsuspecting security by wearing a referee's uniform. according to press reports, it was held together by velcro tape to allow swift disrobing and instant free-balling. guess that he didn't want to be one-upped by ms. jackson & co.

someone once told me that every human being has 15 minutes of fame. i'm fine with that, although it would have to take a whole lot of strong alcohol and heaps of cash to get nekkid on one of the world's biggest stages.

so...thanks, janet and streaker-man...a thousand thanks for giving me a blog entry!