Death of a Shirt
clothes want to die.
yearn to be put out of their misery... I can hear them now...
crying out silently in the blowing wind. For mercy. For
the painless solace of oblivion... for the Clothes Graveyard.
morning, out of the shower I go. I put on my clothes and
begin.. to sweat. The fabric hangs limply on my body. The
relentless humidity saturates both cloth and skin. And my
clothes begin to moan. The wailing lasts all day long and
ends when I peel them off my body at the end of the day
and jump into the shower... but then..
the washing machine!
washing machine is cruel. It tortures clothes with its harsh
spinning and cold water. Even the mesh bags everyone puts
their clothes in are of little help. (I'll show you guys
some pics of this tomorrow.. Yes, I know you're just sooo
excited, aren't you?) If the washing machine doesn't
destroy the elastic in your clothes, hanging them out to
dry surely will.
poor clothes.. I can see them right now... on those cheap
plastic hangers.. being stretched... hanging there so lethargically..
you know, like a rubber chicken that's been used in one
too many gags and now isn't much use for anything else except
stretching it and snapping someone on the buttocks? (Oh..
never done that?) It's like that, only ten times worse.
They are the butt of the joke of Japan's 'technological
revolution'. GPS satellite guidance systems in their cars/
hanging their clothes out to dry. Hmm. Something wrong with
are murder on shirts. That's what I lost today. One of my
favorite shirts. A casualty of a war I cannot win. Too many
hours hanging wet out there on a hangar. I tried to think...
if I spent one day out of seven hanging limply on a plastic
hanger I'd pray for death, too. Well, today my beige polo
shirt got a one-way ticket to the Clothes Graveyard -- where
clothes that have been thoroughly defeated by the Japanese
washing machine go to rest.
never thought I'd make it!" cried the stretch-collared
shirt. "I thought I'd be stuck out there forever!"
a wistful look I tucked the shirt gingerly into the bag
and closed my closet door.
can thank Forlaetan
for today's entry. She emailed me today and kindly told me
to get my ass in gear and start writing again. She's such
a doll! Anyway, yeah, here I am. I didn't fall off the face
of the Earth, nor did I have any exciting, action-packed adventures.
I've just been too tired to write anything worth reading.
So, in the interest of sparing you good folks from writing
while under the influence of sleepleessness, I have abstained
I think I'm going to get back on the horse again. I've got
some catching up to do and some neato things to tell you guys.
The highlight of last week was making a deaf student understand
me by her reading my lips while I was speaking Japanese. It
was quite a thrill! It's a little unusual to have a deaf student
(there is an actual deaf school in Wakayama City), but there
she is. She's very bright. She's in the pen pal club, too,
and on Tuesday I helped her open up a Hotmail account so she
could email her penpal in the States. Goddam!! Sometimes,
this job makes me feel great!
more to catch up on so I'll write another entry tomorrow.
That is.. unless I fall asleep at 8 pm again.
I've moved. At long last, I have come to a land free from
the tyrannical Pop-Up! If you haven't seen the new
design for my front page, click here.
I meant it to be temporary (until I figured out how to make
kewl kanji mouseovers), but seeing as how this page takes
significantly less time to download it may become more permanent.
We'll see. The only thing that's missing from my page right
now is the "Links" page. I've got to redesign that,
but it should be up fairly soon. I've also added some J-Pop
to the Jukebox, some classics
from my journal entries.
went to the doctor yesterday. I have little faith in Japanese
doctors to do much more than read the standard results from
a blood test, so I gave him some blood and am supposed to
go back on Friday to find out if the computer found anything.
I thought I was getting better, but when the sleeplessness
came back with a vengeance this past weekend, I had had enough.
So after my Monday morning classes I took the rest of the
day off and headed off to the doc's office. He took a lot
of blood this time. I don't rememeber any doctor pulling out
a syringe that size to take blood for a blood
test, then fill the entire thing. I laughed out loud when
he finally withdrew the needle... there was just a tinge of
giddiness. Maybe that was just seeing the needle... who knows?
I hate needles. He gave me some more sleeping pills (which
I took last night and they didn't work). Other than that,
there was nothing he could do, he told me. We'd have to wait
for the results.
meantime, I am a walking corpse. That's only a slight exaggeration.
You know that tired you get after you've been walking a really
long time, but you keep walking anyway? And you're so tired
that you kind of can't feel your legs anymore so it doesn't
matter if you keep walking or not? Well, that's me, but like
all the time. Sucks, huh?
sure if I hope the doc finds something really wrong with me
or not. If there is something really wrong, it can probably
be treated and I can get back to feeling like an actual human
being again. Though, if it is something serious, more than
likely I don't really want to deal with it. But if it's all
psychological, then ... what the hell, you know
what I mean?!? Goddamit.
the results are in from last week's poll. It seems half of
you don't know what Dynamic Fonts are (which is actually
a good thing, meaning that you didn't know what I was talking
about when I was talking about the download prompt when coming
to my page which means that you already had it and weren't
bothered by it). About a fourth of you didn't like it..
why exactly, I'm not sure. But I'll take a stab at it... I
think most of you were just paranoid about security issues.
So, from now on, I'll use Dynamic Fonts only sparingly, and
I've changed all the links on all the pages with Dynamic Fonts
to link back to Truedoc's
font player which comes with a VeriSign authenticated security
certificate. I hope that eases the misgivings some of you
had about the plugin you are prompted for when you first load