I'm alive.

College has changed me.

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IF HE TELLS THE SECRET, HE GETS KICKED OUT OF THE MAGICIAN'S ALLIANCE

Keanu Reeves will play Spike in the Hollywood Cowboy Bebop movie.



I may have ditched my anime nerd roots, but fuck you. You do not fuck with the Bebop. This is unloading my nerd rage. ADRIEN BRODY, COME ON.

Come on. If you're going to make a race distinction, at least go with 'Mammy.' Seriously, what is this crap?

ETA: Oh, come on.

Now, I know this is a small number.

Really small.

Probably less than a dozen.

But how many Americans do you think, upon hearing the news that Russia had invaded Georgia thought "Oh fuck! We're being attacked!"? Five? Ten? Two?

Think about that for the day. (And yes, this is what I think about during my long summer days.)

Attack in China Kills 16 Border Patrol Officers

The attackers jumped out of the truck, stabbing the soldiers with knives, and then lobbed homemade bombs at the barracks, although they exploded outside the compound, Xinhua said.

Goddamit, and people thought that Batman was George W. Bush? The Olympics haven't even started yet, and the Chinese government has to fight the fucking Joker.

"Do you wanna know why I use a knife? Guns are too quick. You can't savor all the... little... emotions. In... you see, in their last moments, people show you who they really are. So in a way, I know your friends better than you ever did. Would you like to know which of them were cowards?"

Post about my trip to China still forthcoming. Perhaps it'll be appropriate as the Olympics start Friday

If anyone cares, I just figured out Barack Obama's VP.

And it's this man.

I'm calling it.

Okay, I officially started my BlogSpot again. So I'm cross-posting! However, small blurbs, like my Batman post, will remain LJ exclusive! Woohoo!

Well, I still need to write up all about China. However, considering my schedule has been quite off, perhaps listing it will fully explain my mental state, and thus, my inability to write.

• 5:30 AM, China Standard Time (CST, for future reference. Fuck you, -6 UTC. I'm all about the +8 UTC. Actually, I'm all about the -3 UTC, but this aside is going on way too long already) I leave Shanghai hotel, after sleeping four hours top. I perpously slept late/ran three miles to tire myself up.
• 8:00 AM, CST I get on a two-hour flight from Shanghai to Beijing.
• 1:00 PM, CST Get on 13 hour Beijing to JFK flight.
• 12:00 PM EST/12:00 AM CST I arrive.
• 5:00 PM EST Get home after traffic/immigration/more traffic.
• 12:01 AM See The Dark Knight. Fuck, yeah.
• 3:00 AM Finally get a full knight's sleep. (Eh? Eh?)
• 11:30 AM Wake up
• 11:30 PM Don't sleep
• 1:00 AM Don't sleep
• 3:00 AM Don't sleep
• 5:00 AM Don't sleep
• 7:00 AM No sleep and no sleep make Alex something, something.
  
• 10:00 AM Leave to go to Siren Festival. (No sleep. And goddamit, I really hate hipsters.)
  
• 1:00 AM Get home/go to sleep.
• 6:00 PM Wake up.
• 11:00 PM I'm writing this.

So, at least I have a good excuse to not having the mental capacity to expunge on my travels. However, I will write a little bit about something else! Considering that this is mostly a blog on my travels through college, I'm going to do that. I was just looking at up-coming concerts, and I saw that Jenny Lewis is doing a tour in the fall. I didn't even know that Jenny Lewis was doing a new album, but I liked Rabbit Fur Coat (And, well, I like Rilo Kiley too, for that matter) enough to warrant buying a new ticket. And, bam, October 4th, Apollo Theater! But then, something snapped. And just like one of my favorite Simpsons scenes, it happened.

Come on Brain, let's buy tickets!
You can't, Alex.
What, why?
You won't be in New York.
What do you mean? What's going to happen to me? Do you know something that I don't know? Wait! You're my brain. We know the same exact things!
You're going to be in Boston.
...oh. Right.

It was a weird feeling. Not an ohgodohgodohgod weird, but more of a hmph weird. I've always considered myself a New Yorker, and I guess that's not changing. But to think of myself as someone who no longer does stuff in New York, but in a different city, stroke me as strange. It's going to take a while to remind myself that I'm going to be in Boston from September to May (give or take). The idea of being in Boston isn't new. The idea of not being in New York is. I mean, it's not that of a big deal for buying tickets. It seems like every band hits Boston a day before or after their New York show.
Except, it doesn't look like Jenny Lewis is doing a Boston show.
Fuck you, Jenny Lewis.
What's so great about New York, anyway?

HOLY SHIT THIS MOVIE WAS SO MUCH FUCKWIN

The best comic book movie, if not one of the best movie's I've seen. Batman, city politics, long stretches of dialogue, and crazy people? Where do I sign? However, my rousing endorsement isn't going to make you see the movie. I just really wanted to post this picture.

Also, the movie might not be as awesome for you as it was me for me. Having a guy scream "OH GOD NOT THE LAMBORGHINI" after dozens of people die is quite hilarious.

Back from China. LJ didn't work, because of the Great Firewall. Great excuse for not updating. So here's something from my infrequently posted (even less than here!) BlogSpot. Okay, so I've now been in China for about two weeks. And I have much to discuss! However, considering I'm getting ready for a long, long, excrutionatingly long, travel day, I'd best not probe my mind to thing about all that's happened through this fortnight in the People's Republic. (Also, who ever thought I could ever use the word 'fortnight' in correct contextual sense? Swanky.) I'll work on a more detailed thingee (Damn it, there goes my vocab points) when I get home.

However, I'd like to simply put one verbal exchange. It actually was from today, the last day of my travels. I was walking around a market, where I was accosted by a group of English speaking college students from Beijing (I was in Shanghai, but like, whatever). I wasn't too surprised by the idea, considering I dealt with it a few times in Japan. They're sent out to public places, and instructed to talk with foreigners, to practice conversational skills. So, I happily oblige.

However, this exchange I wasn't expecting. This is not verbatim, but it's certainly close enough to communicate the gist.

"Do you speak English?"
"Yes."

"Would you mind conversing with me?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Where are you from?"
"The United States."
"What city?"
"New York."
"Ah, Big Apple!"
"Ahaha, yes."
".. but... wait. You have black hair?"

At this point, I'm confused. I tug at my hair.

"Yes, yes I do."
"But.. uh.. don't you dye it?"
".. what?"
"You are from America, but you have black hair?"
"... People from America do have black hair."
"...?"

Seriously, come on. Really? I can't believe that the stereotype that everyone in America is blond still exists, or is even this prevalent. I'm aware you have about 1.3 billion brunettes, but that doesn't give you a copyright on the genes. Doubly confounding was that her English was fairly good, and I must assume that she's at least seen pictures of Americans. This opened to a door to a whole slew of racist retorts, but I'm too classy. And I couldn't think of a good one for another twenty minutes anyway.

My roommate (or the only kid on Facebook who has the same name, graduated highschool this year, and from the same city) rejected my friendship request.

... something's weird.

PS: Not sleeping so I'll sleep like a baby on the plane. Woo, jetlag.

Even though I'm flying to China tomorrow, I have to say this. Goddamit, Japan, I love you.


I just don't understand why the Monkey is crying. Is he just so overwhelmed by being able to offer low-low-incredibly-low cellphone pricing plans? THAT'S NOT CHANGE WE CAN BELIEVE IN.

Yes, I know I mentioned this a few months ago, but IT'S FINALLY FOR SALE



IT'S INCREDIBLE READING
and not just because my name is in the back with the acknowledgments. No, no. Nothing to do with that.

GO BUY IT ALREADY

GUESS WHO'S FINALLY GRADUATING

also, can someone tell me the difference between a graduation robe and a "muumuu"?

I find it hard to delineate the difference.

I guess we now who the VIP Club Member 10 was.

Also, life's seemed very macabre lately. Sydney Pollack, Sam Winston, Harvey Korman (Count De Money), Tim Russert, and now George Carlin? Goddamit, this is really depressing. I'm supposed to be excited about graduating, not being face to face with another celebrity I like on the front page of the New York Times.

Also, graduation Thursday: still wut

WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT

(also, that shouldn't be anything of a spoiler.)

I've had surge a dearth of "what the fuck" television moments that my freaking out quota's been waiting for something to make me freak out. Why am I going to be in China two days before the finaleJESUS CHRIST MEDIA BLACKOUT OF THE WORST KIND

Also, I'm graduating Thursday? wut

PS: Fuck you, Hillary. Way to class it up.

:(

There is no emoticon politician's face to describe my emotion. So here's a few.