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Remember, if you have half as much fun reading this as I had writing it, that means I had twice the fun you did!
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Wednesday, August 07, 2002 Well, I've just seen the latest episode of Conan. It was part two of "The Kidnapping of a famous artist case" (based on vol. 15, files 04-06 of the manga, which you can read here). In the first part the j-pop group TWO-MIX was kidnapped right before a live show and their newest demo tape was requested by the kidnappers. They asked for Conan and his friends to bring it. I won't go into the details, suffice to say the singers were saved. But as they were getting dressed, the Detective Boys (waiting for them backstage) accidentally started the music for the first song. Since the concert was already a half-hour late, Conan grabbed a nearby mic and lyrics and tried to imitate Minami Takayama... His voice matched hers perfectly (because in RL Minami voices Conan!), but unfortunately Shinichi (and thus Conan) can't carry a tune in a bucket. Hilarity ensued. Fortunately, Minami arrived in time to save him from total embarassment. But the punchline at the very end of the TV episode had me doing a true Anime facefault. Friday, August 02, 2002 I have only one thing to say: Whoa. Of course, I probably won't be able to buy it. For years the Room has suffered in the iron grip of the dread Mess. But now the people have said, "No more - this must stop". And the uprising has begun. This was no small strike, designed to take back some small part of the Room from the everpresent Mess - no, this was a full frontal attack on the great capital of Mess, the Giant Pile of Stuff Near The Desk itself. The battle was long and hard, and went on from the evening well into the night. About half the pile was scattered, and one of the Two Small Seats Now Used As Tables below was liberated. But it, as well as the Floor below, needed dusting, and in the night, the Vacuum Cleaner of Justice could not function for fear of disturbing the neighbors. Thus the battle was adjourned. After a night and morning of restful sleep, the battle raged on. The remains of the Pile were scattered over the Desk and the Floor, and from there they were carefully disposed of. Some items were libarated that would prove quite useful in the future - these were given room in the Small Wooden Box of Drawers, or on shelves. Others had sentimental, but no practical value, and thus were stowed away in the Big Cardboard Box To Be Put In The Basement. The rest was confined to the Trash Can of Doom and thus, to oblivion. By mid-afternoon the last vestiges of Mess had been rounded up. At six, the final foreign items were deported to other rooms, and Order finally reigned supreme on the Desk and the Two Small Seats Now Used As Tables. Of course, the battle is far from over. The Mess still lurks in drawers and shelves of the Big White Bookcase, some of which have been untouched for years. It waits for the right moment to spread again and take back what it once occupied. But it is my hope that before summer is over, we will have gone there and driven the Mess out of the Room with our Dust Rags and Grabage Bags, and of course the Vacuum Cleaner of Justice. Gee... With an overactive imagination, even cleaning your room is an adventure... ^_^ |
