Merry Christmas. I've got plenty planned for the new year, since I've taken pretty much the rest of it off from doing videos and stuff. Might as well, eh? Until then, here's my Christmas Special.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Yknow, IN THE BASE-MENT
Prentious, however, is exactly what it was. I made the band do a "jam" every week in 2009 just so we'd have ideas, and potentially, should fortune ever smile upon us, old, "before they were famous" style tracks. I was inspired pretty heavily by Rivers Cuomo's "Alone" series of CD, which were a fascinating look at the songwriter's dense and interesting history. Every little song had a place in his story, and sometimes a story all its own. As a storyteller and songwriter, that pulled all the right chains in me. That's how Ask Me Next Week's "In the Basement Vol. 1" came to be.
It was actually pretty funny that I called it "Vol. 1," since at the time I'd assumed there'd be plenty more jams. As it turned out, the jam we did after I'd made the CD for "Vol. 1" was our last one. The band broke up in September 2009. You know, "creative differences." It seems like the go-to answer for breaking up a band, but I think that was a very honest way to put it without turning it into a 3 hour Lifetime drama...and believe me, there was certainly enough drama for that big of a TV special. If we took into account the band's four year history, we'd have a nice little miniseries.
We broke up at a seriously inopportune time too, a.ka. right in the middle of recording our seven song EP and coming off of our third show at a very nice place. That EP was pretty badass too, and to me it always seemed like the missing link between us and the rest of the world. It featured good quality recordings of several of our original songs, which was a far cry from the typical live records we ripped from my Dad's camera. If we'd thrown our other two or three original songs onto it, we'd have had a pretty nice first album going. I guess then we'd be totally legit.
The EP
It's really a joy to hear the songs you wrote come to life in a professional form, especially when the guy on the technical end of it digs everything you're doing (he was my father's age after all, and really could've scoffed at our pop punk sensibilities). To this day I recognize and respect that the songs are indeed well crafted and well-realized on the EP, and listening to it is always a trip through nostalgia land and what-if country. That thing was the whole product. From where I'm sitting I can take it off the shelf and look at the album art and the insert and the back of it, and laugh that I managed to spell my name wrong on the inside of it (this error was corrected on copies 3-25, of course god only knows where they are). It's a very real piece of work to me and after all these years I can listen to it as "music" instead of just "my music."
Of course, if I want to feel that effect ten times over, I go to "In the Basement Vol. 1." It never got a physical, handmade form, but it does have album art (seen above), and it does have 19 songs worth of pure, uncut, unedited, unabridged, unadulterated memory on it. That nostalgia? Multiplied. The What If scenario? Intensified over and over again. You see, these jams didn't follow the conventions of our "mainstream" originals. Jams were a wilder, more unpredictable breed, and in some respects much more awesome. One of the songs on "In the Basement" might feature me attempting to do Screamo vocals, another might have no vocals at all, and others will feature each of us taking jives at one another. No real Ask Me Next Week song had slap bass in it.
When I miss being in a band, this album makes me feel a whole lot worse about it. It's not that it's full of excellent jams that'd make the Chili Peppers bob their heads in approval. In truth, the majority of the tracks are plain awful, and that's if you can hear them past the quality issues. If I do sing on something that's not a beta version of an AMNW song, it will feature the best lyrics you've ever heard ("Blehleh la yeaah Nanana I won't do what you say"). Attempts to vary the music by anyone during in the jam will derail the awesomeness pretty quickly. We weren't always together, the four of us, and sometimes two minutes was painfully long (and a few of them went on for quite a bit longer).
So what's the appeal of any of this if it just serves to show off how amateur we were? Moments. Single moments. Maybe it was a single inflection on a note I was singing, or a little guitar riff someone played only once in an eight minute jam, but for a small second, everything just clicked and sparked. Those sparks could've lit fires (funny story: when AMNW reunited over the summer, there was almost an electrical fire in my basement during our first practice). But yeah, it's those little moments that make all of the other little disjointed and off kilter moments so worth it. There's something there in almost all of the jams and tracks. There the kind of thing that, in a few years, would have looked really really good.
It was pretty pretentious of me to save all this stuff, and it was probably bossy of me to force a jam on everyone a good few times in 2009, but I am so glad I did. The little moments I catch in these jams are a very unique kind of fun. It's not like listening to music that's either good or bad. It's listening for the things that came together naturally. It makes me imagine a band like a bunch of lines floating in space: when you're going through a complete song, all the lines run parallel and close to each other, then when you jam, the lines go off in all different waves, some intersecting here and there, and then golden moments when all four or five of the lines meet at one brief point before bouncing all over again.
Pretentious was just part of my style as a band frontman. Ask Me Next Week is a band that you can get into. I've got bootlegs on my old computer of certain concerts, and I have pretty much the whole show chronology on DVDs. There are something like 30 Photoshop files worth of album covers, 20 jams, a disc called "Ye Olde Ask Me Next Week: Steady As She Goes - Gurly on the Run," a mini biography booklet (I have all the pages as files on my computer), pro pictures, custom gig posters, t-shirts, pins, and 25 handmade EPs. That's why you shouldn't underestimate or undersell your local bands. They might have someone like me helming them, doing their damn well hardest to make everything look like a band that had already made it big. Let's face it, if we had been a big band, "In the Basement Vol. 1" would have been just like Rivers Cuomo's Alone series, and I was absolutely ready for it. That mythos that I worked so hard to create would not be as complete without "In the Basement," especially since it's actual music.
Now, it just wouldn't be effective if I let you go without an example of something from "In the Basement." And maybe just as well, since you're not getting anything from it. Nope, instead you're getting ALL of "In the Basement Vol. 2." It consisted of exactly one song. One long, expansive, crazy ass song. It's called "Blizter Jamb." It was named that because playing this son of a bitch gave me a nasty blister on my right index finger...though if I remember correctly, it formed about halfway through and I spent the rest of the song trying not to bust it open and get blood all over my bass. Listen for those little moments when the bass and rhythm guitar mess into a funky groove, when the drums slow down to leave em to it, or when the lead guitars that go on match what everyone else is doing to shift the song from an elevator jam to a Doorsy ride.
And, so that you can start your own personal collection of Ask Me Next Week stuff, here's a link to an album I put together this summer that brings together the EP in its entirety and several other live originals. The only price I ask is comments. Ask Me Next Week may be gone, but that doesn't make it not music.
(For you GDC folk, you can do it in my Music thread, called "Ask Me Next Week and Friends."
Monday, December 12, 2011
A Saxophone Monday
My Mondays this semester were really interesting. It was a much different day than the rest of the week. School was at night, and there was school the next morning too. I rarely had any work due for my Monday class due on Monday, so it was really a day to do homework, and I used it as such. Then, even though I didn't always want to, I went to my Monday night class: LGBT studies. All in all, it was a really pleasant class. The work was sparing and never really that difficult, and the topic was relevant to the time I'm living in. Plus, the teacher was the kind you always wanted to have for a teacher.
Then I came home, and a few times, there was homework to do. I've been really excellent at not procrastinating hard enough to where I had something like an entire paper to do on a Monday night, and that was part of the beauty of having Monday morning to do work. Still, the papers and stuff were always pretty stressful. Tonight was kind of the grandaddy of all paperfests, and here I am, something like 30 pages later.
It's weird though. Despite my triumph of it being 9:54 and all my work being done, the stress remains. It'll be there until I leave the class that all the work was for at 12:45 tomorrow. It's like I feel really bad about every paper or non-test assignment that I do. From the time the file is sent to my big computer for printing, to end of that class, I want the whole assignment(s) to stop existing all together. I want to disown them until i know they're worthy. It's a silly feeling, but it's also pretty terrible, and I notice it every time. I haven't really actually been proud of a paper since my Writing Fiction class last year, and that was a whole different story.
Ah well, this is pretty much the last time for it until next semester. At least this time when I leave that classroom, it'll be a bigger relief than usual. That's always kind of nice. Looking back, it's actually been a pretty good semester. There wasn't one class that was just a dread to go to or that I felt like I couldn't do well in, and the tests...damn, I still wonder why I couldn't do so well before. Kamina is so right: It's all about the fighting spirit. If you believe you can do it, then you probably can. Once you learn to stop second guessing yourself, you can't lose. Here's to hoping that attitude continues to take me far.
Another neat thing about this semester is that it's apart of something bigger. Two classes are continuing into next semester, and that finally means some consistency between time periods. One of the worst things about college is that the people you're with changes every damn semester. You try to make friends, and then next semester you won't ever see them. I guess that's why it'd be nice to be in a really small major. For everyone else though, especially commuters, it's single serving friends. I always thought I should've lived on campus. Hey if you're in high school and definitely want to go to college, go somewhere you can live, or if you're going somewhere local, go somewhere you have a lot of friends.
Anyway, here's to that awesome Monday night class I had this semester, and here's to the fact that this is the last little Monday night I have to spend disowning something I've worked decently hard on. Honestly though, I like to think I work smarter rather than harder. And here's to hoping it all turns out well like it has plenty of times this semester.
Then I came home, and a few times, there was homework to do. I've been really excellent at not procrastinating hard enough to where I had something like an entire paper to do on a Monday night, and that was part of the beauty of having Monday morning to do work. Still, the papers and stuff were always pretty stressful. Tonight was kind of the grandaddy of all paperfests, and here I am, something like 30 pages later.
It's weird though. Despite my triumph of it being 9:54 and all my work being done, the stress remains. It'll be there until I leave the class that all the work was for at 12:45 tomorrow. It's like I feel really bad about every paper or non-test assignment that I do. From the time the file is sent to my big computer for printing, to end of that class, I want the whole assignment(s) to stop existing all together. I want to disown them until i know they're worthy. It's a silly feeling, but it's also pretty terrible, and I notice it every time. I haven't really actually been proud of a paper since my Writing Fiction class last year, and that was a whole different story.
Ah well, this is pretty much the last time for it until next semester. At least this time when I leave that classroom, it'll be a bigger relief than usual. That's always kind of nice. Looking back, it's actually been a pretty good semester. There wasn't one class that was just a dread to go to or that I felt like I couldn't do well in, and the tests...damn, I still wonder why I couldn't do so well before. Kamina is so right: It's all about the fighting spirit. If you believe you can do it, then you probably can. Once you learn to stop second guessing yourself, you can't lose. Here's to hoping that attitude continues to take me far.
Another neat thing about this semester is that it's apart of something bigger. Two classes are continuing into next semester, and that finally means some consistency between time periods. One of the worst things about college is that the people you're with changes every damn semester. You try to make friends, and then next semester you won't ever see them. I guess that's why it'd be nice to be in a really small major. For everyone else though, especially commuters, it's single serving friends. I always thought I should've lived on campus. Hey if you're in high school and definitely want to go to college, go somewhere you can live, or if you're going somewhere local, go somewhere you have a lot of friends.
Anyway, here's to that awesome Monday night class I had this semester, and here's to the fact that this is the last little Monday night I have to spend disowning something I've worked decently hard on. Honestly though, I like to think I work smarter rather than harder. And here's to hoping it all turns out well like it has plenty of times this semester.
Monday, December 5, 2011
Hocus Focus
I want to make a mental note here about another entry I was gonna do called "Eat Your Values." If I had readers, boy would they be pissed at all the little teases I give for future posts. It's hilarious. Wasn't I supposed to do one for like, Christmas lights and blink 182 and...what did I call it...oh yeah "Woman Rock." That's kind of what I want to talk about today.
Seriously though, what is this blog ABOUT? I've been doing a lot on anime lately, and I've even held myself back from doing a little TOO much of it. I'm not an anime blogger. I did the whole movies thing too, largely about Harry Potter, but I don't watch nearly enough movies to claim I'm a movie person either. Then there's all the social/political stuff...but I'm not that serious. Here and there are "days in the life" style things too. Honestly I'm not all that interested in that kind of thing either. Unless I'm a celebrity or some person of note, I don't really think it's appropriate for me to talk about what I've been doing the past few days. I'm pretty sure I've already said a bunch of times that if I talked about that sort of thing all the time I'd sound like a broken record.
All that considered, I sometimes worry about my blog having a focus. If I did have a bunch of followers, I feel like it wouldn't be fair for me to appeal to some of them but not others. For example, the anime fans would only get a few posts every few months, and the social people would only get something interesting every few weeks. It sounds simple or trivial, but with every website comes updates that are hit or miss. Take something like Serebii.net, a site that covers Pokemon. Some updates are strictly about the games, and others are about the anime. Obviously, one's going to be more popular than the other. I guess it's overthinking it, since you can't down a good news site like Serebii. Overthinking is what I do though...clearly.
It's actually very simple and in truth I've already covered this whole thing about "focus." Under the name of my blog, there's a line that says "The point is there is no point." When I put it up there, I just thought it kind of sounded cool and it fit what I was doing. After two posts about Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann however, I started to wonder all of the above, and then I noticed that little line there again. It's absolutely right. The point is there is no point. It's probably because a lot of the time, I'm not here to make a point. If you read a lot of my posts, they're really just ramblings without a whole lot of solid, polarizing statements. I mean, most of them have a thesis, sure, but I'm not attempting to drive something into your brain and totally persuade you of something. I'm just throwing it out there really.
Waaay back in February, I started Either Way. It was largely inspired by Foamy the Squirrel, a character from a webtoon called "Neurotically Yours." Many episodes of the show feature the little foul mouthed squirrel ranting about something...whether it be dieting or bullies. While going through the series again back then, I noticed that I actually didn't agree with a bunch of the things that he said. In some cases, he goes a little farther than I'd like with his opinions. In doing so, however, he brings up good points about the topic at hand, and can be used for great discussions. If you're ever with a friend and have no idea what to talk about, find a Foamy rant and then discuss it. He's a good example of how sometimes there's truth in comedy that takes it to the extreme.
So that's really the origin of my blog as a whole. I really need to do a few more reactions to Foamy videos...which are things I actually had planned to do as entries early on before the "reboot" in August...for my blog that is, not the Foamy series, which actually did get a reboot sometime this year. He still rants though.
Quick origin story for "the point is there is no point," which I'm pretty sure was not originally said by me. See, last semester I was in a class called "The Literary Essay," where we wrote basically a bunch of short non-fiction pieces. One of the assignments was to write about a person, so I wrote about a guy I was in a band with...actually this exact time last year. Well, I didn't do such a good job on...okay, I got a B, but that was the lowest grade I'd gotten on an essay so far in that class (Piccolo: NEEERRRRRD). The thing that brought me down was that I didn't make a clear enough point. When I got to my next class, I wrote in my notebook "Why am I so mad? Well, I didn't do so well on the Personality Essay and I don't know what "NEEDS MOAR DRAFTS" is. Seriously, it's Keeth K, the point is there is no point!" And it was true, I suck at doing drafts of things. Okay, it's also true that when it comes to Keith, there really is no point...largely because you would have had to have known him since forever to understand a damn thing he was talking to you about.
Keith and I are VERY different people, though he would certainly attest otherwise, so it's ironic I'm using something I said about me to describe myself. It's really true about me and all of this "focus" business. I've said this before, but I tend to go through phases with what I'm interested in, and they generally last about two weeks. To try and talk truthfully about anything else during those two weeks would be...dishonest of me. More and more I'm realizing I'm more of an "in the moment" person, even if whatever happens to be in the moment isn't action. I've just got to remember that it's my variety of things that makes me great. I'm all about broadening horizons, so if you dislike whatever I write before you read it, that's kind of your issue. I think my rule is simply that I won't ever talk about anything i don't find at least remotely interesting. My only hope is that I say something on the topic that either hasn't been said before, or hasn't been said in my way before.
Either Way, limitations get no one anywhere.
Also, in case you're interested....Keith is on the left. I really should just post that literary essay though.
Seriously though, what is this blog ABOUT? I've been doing a lot on anime lately, and I've even held myself back from doing a little TOO much of it. I'm not an anime blogger. I did the whole movies thing too, largely about Harry Potter, but I don't watch nearly enough movies to claim I'm a movie person either. Then there's all the social/political stuff...but I'm not that serious. Here and there are "days in the life" style things too. Honestly I'm not all that interested in that kind of thing either. Unless I'm a celebrity or some person of note, I don't really think it's appropriate for me to talk about what I've been doing the past few days. I'm pretty sure I've already said a bunch of times that if I talked about that sort of thing all the time I'd sound like a broken record.
All that considered, I sometimes worry about my blog having a focus. If I did have a bunch of followers, I feel like it wouldn't be fair for me to appeal to some of them but not others. For example, the anime fans would only get a few posts every few months, and the social people would only get something interesting every few weeks. It sounds simple or trivial, but with every website comes updates that are hit or miss. Take something like Serebii.net, a site that covers Pokemon. Some updates are strictly about the games, and others are about the anime. Obviously, one's going to be more popular than the other. I guess it's overthinking it, since you can't down a good news site like Serebii. Overthinking is what I do though...clearly.
It's actually very simple and in truth I've already covered this whole thing about "focus." Under the name of my blog, there's a line that says "The point is there is no point." When I put it up there, I just thought it kind of sounded cool and it fit what I was doing. After two posts about Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann however, I started to wonder all of the above, and then I noticed that little line there again. It's absolutely right. The point is there is no point. It's probably because a lot of the time, I'm not here to make a point. If you read a lot of my posts, they're really just ramblings without a whole lot of solid, polarizing statements. I mean, most of them have a thesis, sure, but I'm not attempting to drive something into your brain and totally persuade you of something. I'm just throwing it out there really.
Waaay back in February, I started Either Way. It was largely inspired by Foamy the Squirrel, a character from a webtoon called "Neurotically Yours." Many episodes of the show feature the little foul mouthed squirrel ranting about something...whether it be dieting or bullies. While going through the series again back then, I noticed that I actually didn't agree with a bunch of the things that he said. In some cases, he goes a little farther than I'd like with his opinions. In doing so, however, he brings up good points about the topic at hand, and can be used for great discussions. If you're ever with a friend and have no idea what to talk about, find a Foamy rant and then discuss it. He's a good example of how sometimes there's truth in comedy that takes it to the extreme.
That's a great thumbnail.
(No seriously though, when it comes to food, Foamy is truly my lord and master)
So that's really the origin of my blog as a whole. I really need to do a few more reactions to Foamy videos...which are things I actually had planned to do as entries early on before the "reboot" in August...for my blog that is, not the Foamy series, which actually did get a reboot sometime this year. He still rants though.
Quick origin story for "the point is there is no point," which I'm pretty sure was not originally said by me. See, last semester I was in a class called "The Literary Essay," where we wrote basically a bunch of short non-fiction pieces. One of the assignments was to write about a person, so I wrote about a guy I was in a band with...actually this exact time last year. Well, I didn't do such a good job on...okay, I got a B, but that was the lowest grade I'd gotten on an essay so far in that class (Piccolo: NEEERRRRRD). The thing that brought me down was that I didn't make a clear enough point. When I got to my next class, I wrote in my notebook "Why am I so mad? Well, I didn't do so well on the Personality Essay and I don't know what "NEEDS MOAR DRAFTS" is. Seriously, it's Keeth K, the point is there is no point!" And it was true, I suck at doing drafts of things. Okay, it's also true that when it comes to Keith, there really is no point...largely because you would have had to have known him since forever to understand a damn thing he was talking to you about.
Keith and I are VERY different people, though he would certainly attest otherwise, so it's ironic I'm using something I said about me to describe myself. It's really true about me and all of this "focus" business. I've said this before, but I tend to go through phases with what I'm interested in, and they generally last about two weeks. To try and talk truthfully about anything else during those two weeks would be...dishonest of me. More and more I'm realizing I'm more of an "in the moment" person, even if whatever happens to be in the moment isn't action. I've just got to remember that it's my variety of things that makes me great. I'm all about broadening horizons, so if you dislike whatever I write before you read it, that's kind of your issue. I think my rule is simply that I won't ever talk about anything i don't find at least remotely interesting. My only hope is that I say something on the topic that either hasn't been said before, or hasn't been said in my way before.
Either Way, limitations get no one anywhere.
Also, in case you're interested....Keith is on the left. I really should just post that literary essay though.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
My Real Christmas List
So it's Christmas time. Woot. I like Christmas, it's a neat time except that no one in my family besides me ever knows more than one thing they want. I like giving, I really do, and I like trying to remember something someone said they wanted a while back and forgot about it...that doesn't always happen, but when it does, it's awesome.
This year, I've noticed I have a pretty extensive Christmas list. That kind of makes me feel like a fatass. Sad thing is, there's still more I could add to it. Being me though, I figured that I might as well go all out and post it on the internet. Some items are real tongue in cheek. Others aren't.
Dear Santa, please bring me:
1. 9001 Youtube Subscribers - And not just youtube subscribers, dedicated youtube subscribers who will actually watch my videos and encourage me to stop being lazy and post them on a regular basis. Might be a little overwhelming, but I've never had 9000 people looking at me at once before.
2. 9001 Blog Subscribers - Same deal. Okay, I admit, if you don't have 9001...or if I havent been quite that good this year, I'll be good with a little less. More than 9 would be nice though.
3. Ongaku wa Nihongo- No idea if I translated that right. Japanese music. This isn't just for me though. The whole world needs this music readily available for less than $35 a pop. When I can buy the entire soundtrack for the same price as the entire frickin series, there's something going on that isn't right. Please bring me:
A. Maximum the Hormone - Buikikaesu
B. Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann Soundtrack
C. Cowboy Bebop Soundtrack
D. Kingdom Hearts Soundtrack
E. Pokemon Soundtrack (yeah, pretty much all of them)
4. World Peace - Sounds trivial, cliche even, and it is, but really we have more important things to worry about. Like why we haven't invented X Wings yet. Oh hey, that reminds me...
5. An X Wing - Driving sucks. Traffic sucks. If I had an X Wing to get to school, I wouldn't even have to blast anyone with its lasers...unless of course you give my ex-guitarist a Tie Fighter.
6. A College Degree - Hey, if it's not worth anything, I don't want to take a chance buying it myself. This is the same philosophy I use for a lot of the more outlandish stuff on my Christmas list. I wouldn't want to spend thousands and thousands of dollars, not to mention hours upon hours of my time, working toward something that's not worth anything, now would I? hmm...
7. A Brand New Body - yep, this one's kind of old and less sexy than I'd like. I'd preferably like to be a redheaded chick, but I know they're hard to find so I'll settle for blonde. Okay, at least give me a body with less hair or something.
8. My Finished Novel from the Future - Yknow, i'm going to finish it eventually, so I might as well go ahead and get it and use it. All the money from four years from now will be going to the same name anyway.
9. A Girl Who Actually Speaks my Language - There really aren't too many people I can hold a conversation with they way I'd like. I've met people similar to me yeah...but they're not watching Gurren Lagann at the same time that I am, and that's a bit of a bummer. Also, make her live within four hours of me...the whole "yelling across the Atlantic" and "sending mindwaves to Canada" thing is getting old.
10. A Black and White Striped Shirt - This may seem simple, but you have no frigging idea how hard it is to find one of these for a male. Screw it, if it fits, I'll take it in female, Santa.
11. A Beam Katana - Because a lightsaber is what you EXPECTED me to say.
12. Sperm with a Gene for Green Hair - My children must be special. And have awesome hair. Green hair. Because any other color is pretty much just boring (well, you could make Number 9 have the gene for blue hair or purple hair...)
13. Instant Transmission - Instead of asking for a trip to Canda, Japan, and/or England, I'll save you some money and just ask for you to bless me with the ability to use Instant Transmission. Just like Goku.
14. A Hammerspace Room - You know...in the vein of the Room of Requirement, Kirby's stomach, Ramona's purse....my room needs to be bigger than it looks. Sometimes I want a bunch of cool stuff, but stop and think "Damn, I'd have no where to put that because I've got so much more awesome stuff!"
15. All of Dragonball Z- Anime is expensive, and nine 30 dollar DVD sets are going to add up real fast. Getting only one season wouldn't work, since as soon as I started watching I'd realize there's an episode from another season I really really like.
I'd be really obliged if you brought all of these things in your sleigh on Christmas Eve. I've been a good little boy this- Okay I can't admit to that with a straight face, but still.
This year, I've noticed I have a pretty extensive Christmas list. That kind of makes me feel like a fatass. Sad thing is, there's still more I could add to it. Being me though, I figured that I might as well go all out and post it on the internet. Some items are real tongue in cheek. Others aren't.
Dear Santa, please bring me:
1. 9001 Youtube Subscribers - And not just youtube subscribers, dedicated youtube subscribers who will actually watch my videos and encourage me to stop being lazy and post them on a regular basis. Might be a little overwhelming, but I've never had 9000 people looking at me at once before.
Yes, and I will make a video of me reinacting that scene.
2. 9001 Blog Subscribers - Same deal. Okay, I admit, if you don't have 9001...or if I havent been quite that good this year, I'll be good with a little less. More than 9 would be nice though.
3. Ongaku wa Nihongo- No idea if I translated that right. Japanese music. This isn't just for me though. The whole world needs this music readily available for less than $35 a pop. When I can buy the entire soundtrack for the same price as the entire frickin series, there's something going on that isn't right. Please bring me:
A. Maximum the Hormone - Buikikaesu
B. Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann Soundtrack
C. Cowboy Bebop Soundtrack
D. Kingdom Hearts Soundtrack
E. Pokemon Soundtrack (yeah, pretty much all of them)
4. World Peace - Sounds trivial, cliche even, and it is, but really we have more important things to worry about. Like why we haven't invented X Wings yet. Oh hey, that reminds me...
5. An X Wing - Driving sucks. Traffic sucks. If I had an X Wing to get to school, I wouldn't even have to blast anyone with its lasers...unless of course you give my ex-guitarist a Tie Fighter.
Where would I park it?
6. A College Degree - Hey, if it's not worth anything, I don't want to take a chance buying it myself. This is the same philosophy I use for a lot of the more outlandish stuff on my Christmas list. I wouldn't want to spend thousands and thousands of dollars, not to mention hours upon hours of my time, working toward something that's not worth anything, now would I? hmm...
7. A Brand New Body - yep, this one's kind of old and less sexy than I'd like. I'd preferably like to be a redheaded chick, but I know they're hard to find so I'll settle for blonde. Okay, at least give me a body with less hair or something.
8. My Finished Novel from the Future - Yknow, i'm going to finish it eventually, so I might as well go ahead and get it and use it. All the money from four years from now will be going to the same name anyway.
9. A Girl Who Actually Speaks my Language - There really aren't too many people I can hold a conversation with they way I'd like. I've met people similar to me yeah...but they're not watching Gurren Lagann at the same time that I am, and that's a bit of a bummer. Also, make her live within four hours of me...the whole "yelling across the Atlantic" and "sending mindwaves to Canada" thing is getting old.
10. A Black and White Striped Shirt - This may seem simple, but you have no frigging idea how hard it is to find one of these for a male. Screw it, if it fits, I'll take it in female, Santa.
11. A Beam Katana - Because a lightsaber is what you EXPECTED me to say.
Yes, even if I have to do this to get it to work.
12. Sperm with a Gene for Green Hair - My children must be special. And have awesome hair. Green hair. Because any other color is pretty much just boring (well, you could make Number 9 have the gene for blue hair or purple hair...)
13. Instant Transmission - Instead of asking for a trip to Canda, Japan, and/or England, I'll save you some money and just ask for you to bless me with the ability to use Instant Transmission. Just like Goku.
14. A Hammerspace Room - You know...in the vein of the Room of Requirement, Kirby's stomach, Ramona's purse....my room needs to be bigger than it looks. Sometimes I want a bunch of cool stuff, but stop and think "Damn, I'd have no where to put that because I've got so much more awesome stuff!"
15. All of Dragonball Z- Anime is expensive, and nine 30 dollar DVD sets are going to add up real fast. Getting only one season wouldn't work, since as soon as I started watching I'd realize there's an episode from another season I really really like.
I'd be really obliged if you brought all of these things in your sleigh on Christmas Eve. I've been a good little boy this- Okay I can't admit to that with a straight face, but still.
Merry Christmas, y'all.
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