Vampire lizards selling frozen dinners? Badass. Go Sofficini.

I picked this puppy up in Kyoto. It resides over my bed and keeps the evil spirts in the room.

This is part 2 of my piece about going to Japan last week. Like I said, there are literally hundreds of photos of beautiful scenery, towering skyscrapers, drunken antics and general Japanery, but most of these photos are simply ones I thought relevant to this site. If you’d like to see the rest, just ask.

Onward…

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Well, well, well. It’s been a long time. I have the usual gamut of excuses for neglecting this site, our baby, our lil’ poop. Most of them have to deal with an awful 3 month series at work in which all I wanted to do was get home, nurse a bottle of wine and cry a good bit. On top of that I was planning for a trip I’d been thinking about for most of my adult life: a trip to Japan. Price can attest that for the last 10 years it’s been rare to speak to me for any extended period of time about a vacation where I haven’t said “God, I’d really love to go to Japan.” Well fuck me I finally made it and it was incredible. It was honestly everything I was hoping it would be, and I cannot recommend it enough. A week after my return it’s still hard to believe I actually went and had such an amazing time. I spent 6 months planning and saving up the necessary amount of funds for me to waste my way through the country, and it paid off wonderfully.

Join me, won’t you?  If you have a bit of time on a lazy sunday, allow me to show you some of the awesomeness that was the other side of the world.  I tried to keep it satanic.

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This is fucking badass. And brutal.

Goddamn I wish these were for sale.

So I went to the MoCCA art festival this past Sunday, and bought all kinds of stuff. It was great. I wish it happened more than once per year.

One of several highlights for me was all of the attention I garnered for wearing my Immortal t-shirt. I had the pleasure of having probably 7 or 8 different people throw comments at me like “That shirt is fucking badass” and “You look badass” and “Your ass is BAD” etc. etc. One such admirer pointed me in the direction of a table (AW Illustration I believe …) that had a comic I might be interested in.

I picked up the above comic, “True Tales Ov Black Metal” and had a hilarious several minutes of a laugh. There are references to Mayhem, Immortal (YAY), and Norway in general. I’d scan that whole thing and post it, but that’s probably not nice.

Check out A Warner’s blog at http://aw-illustration.blogspot.com/. There is some black metal artwork there, among other awesome things.

Felinophobia is:

A morbid fear of cats.

Maybe I’m trying to feel better about myself and my bravery, because I keep seeming to pick things that I am not scared of at all.

I did a little research online about this grave disease. Please read this next excerpt, taken from catchannel.com:

On the second day of Blue’s presence, we were quietly working at our desks when we heard a horrific scream from the office down the hall. I leaped from my chair and ran to see what was wrong. I found Blue innocently standing in the doorway looking at the office’s occupant, Jane (not her real name), who was pale and recoiled in her chair, staring in horror at Blue.

I picked Blue up and took him back to my office and closed the door. It was obvious that he needed to stay away from Jane, whose behavior had me completely baffled.

The next day, the bad news came. Blue had to go back to the shelter. Jane had told our boss that she could not work with a cat in the office, and she would quit if the cat didn’t go.

Those of us who had become attached to Blue in this short time were furious at Jane. Her seemingly irrational fear of cats could cost Blue his freedom. Who knew what would happen to Blue when he went back to the shelter? Most of us stopped talking to Jane; she became the office pariah.

Had we understood the crippling condition of felinophobia – a profound fear of cats – perhaps we could have shown Jane more compassion. Jane was as much a victim of this condition as Blue.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

In all seriousness, I do not support making fun of those with fears/issues/diseases. But couldn’t this be a bit more specific? Scared of lions or tigers perhaps? Even scared of Thundercats. Something other that cute little kitties.

Whatever.

If you do suffer from this *COUGH* disease, here are some of my favorite horror movies which feature other types of animals that you might enjoy:

Piranha

Arachnophobia

Black Sheep

Goddamn. What a horrible way to start the day. Peter Steele is no longer with us. Normally, I take solace in an evening spent in the shadows, drinking red wine from the bottle. But I cringe at the fact that doing so tonight will be the first time I haven’t had silent partner in Peter Steele. You will be missed.

I’ll compose a more fitting tribute once I have the time, but for now:

If you happen to live in NYC, stop by the Last Rites Gallery this Saturday, April 10th to check out the opening of Chet Zar‘s show.

Shit’s badass.

[Via Abattoir]

Vincent and I went to see Immortal Tuesday, March 30th. As it was when we last saw them in 2007, it was a complete and utter shitshow. I awoke completely confused on Wednesday morning, knowing nothing except that I had my face melted the night before.

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