Thanks to Japanese television I just learned that Japanese women look approximately the same while giving birth and during sex.

Anyway, the point of this television show was to “interview” the women right after birth and rank their first words to their child based on frequency. Basically, what got said the most. Out of 78 women, the top five were:

5位 おつかれさま (otsukaresama)
I say this after working with someone on something. It’s hard to get an exact translation, but basically it’s equivalent to the phrases we’d say when we want to say thanks for the hard work.

4位 がんばったね (ganbatta ne)
This is one I always get asked to translate to English. There’s no real “good” translation, ’cause it highly depends on the situation. But it’s basically used when you root for someone.

3位 こんにちは (kon’nichi wa)
“Hello!”
Cute.

2位 やっと会えたね (yatto aeta ne)
I thought this one was the most touching. Basically, it means “Finally, we can meet.”

1位 ありがとう (arigatou)
Yep. Thank you.

Maybe this country is making me a more sensitive person.

Didn’t see any titties during the whole show though. Boo.

 

What does it say about Japanese television if I tend to flip in order to watch commercials? I guess I can only watch so many people eat different foods and answer questions about Russian flowers or the deep drama about which old woman can get angrier. I’m not even entirely sure what’s going on in this one.

Late edit: This game show is using an instrumental of “Owner of a Lonely Heart” on loop right now! Chock full of Yes Orchestral Hits.

 

Seriously. If you’re a Fantastic Four fan or even if you don’t know what the Fantastic Four are, don’t go see the new movie.

See, I knew it was going to be cheesy. But damn. Damn. Outside of Stan Lee being denied entrance to the wedding of Mister Fantastic and the Invisible Woman, I couldn’t manage more than a groan to their varied attempts at humor. In its fairly bland story-line, it had plot holes that actually managed to widen the void in my heart. Not to mention rampant advertising was played to a sickening level.

Even the action was tepid at best. Really, it was devoid of anything redeeming, unless you want to see some average to good CGI.

But for posterity’s sake, I’ll give to you a brief playdown of how some of the more tender moments of the movie went.

U hav no chance to survive. Make ur time.

Wut? Noooo. Thar b choices!

Lawl, wut?

Plz. Dun b blowing ups our Earf.

Zomg, u r teh hawtzor.

O rly?

Ya rly.

But for reals, we needs our planet.

O. Well, I is needing to save my planets from teh masterz. Gurl me luv look liek u.

Lawl, wut? Y u not kill teh masterz instead?

K. Gunno go blow myself up inside of cloud Galactus. Bai.

Touching, really.

 

Warning: Heroes finale spoilers below.

Last night delivered unto me the Heroes season finale. Of course, I missed it due to what is probably best called a brain fart. Oh well. I have the season pass on iTunes so I just waited for it to come up there.

Anyway, I really, really liked it. It wrapped up everything I wanted to see wrapped up, had some damn fine tense moments, and ended on a note that left me wanting to watch more. I’d say that comes off as a good finale.

Now, I venture to the interwebs to do a little discussion and find that the vast majority of my peers are not happy with this episode! Puzzled, I delved into the madness and discovered many expected a big brawl of sorts between Peter and Sylar, something that has been apparently “owed” to the fans for a long time.

I’m not sure I get this sentiment. Heroes the show is at its core a drama. Sure, it’s about people with superpowers and that leads itself to “comic-book-isms” which would then again bring you into big epic fights. But I don’t feel as if that is what brought me to watch this show. I’m relatively glad that the “showdown” as it were was brief and to the point. Overanalyzing the scene could bring up some flaws, I’m sure, but nothing seemed blatantly out of place. So I’m happy with the resolution.

Rumors are flying about what next season will bring, some say that there will be an entire new cast, putting the old characters behind us. But I’m quite curious as to the fates of four specific characters, as they definitely left it with those lives on the line. So, it would be pure cruelty to the fan base to ignore these questions. But, I have good faith in this show’s ability to keep me entertained.
It’s quite tantalizing, really.

 

My bowels are already fighting back.

Had Indian food for the first time last night. Chicken vindaloo. My goodness that burns like crazy.  Yet it is quite tasty. A tad too pricey for the likes of me, $11 for a bowl that didn’t quite fill me up, but good food nonetheless.

Hot Fuzz also opens this weekend, which is good news for movie lovers almost everywhere. Seems that it didn’t get much of a wide release, but Rochester had it showing in a few places, so I caught an early evening show. I was very pleased.

If you enjoyed Shaun of the Dead, go see Hot Fuzz. (Same folks behind both films.) So go. Now. Seriously, get up and go to the closest theater that’s showing it. Hot Fuzz is, dare I say it, better than Shaun of the Dead, which I never saw coming. It takes a while for the film to build up, but the payoff is amazing.

 

Can I get a whoop-whoop from the other Floyd fans in the audience?

No? Fuck you.

So, yeah, if you’re a Pink Floyd nut, like myself, you’ve probably listened to their album More. And you probably thought it was sweet as hell if you like their wacky shit, or you stopped listening after you realized it wasn’t like The Wall. Right?

So, maybe the fact that the album More is a soundtrack for a movie of the same name has passed into your knowledge base. Maybe you thought about acting on it. Let me provide you with a quick checklist to see if you’re ready.

Do you enjoy the more random music of Pink Floyd?
Do you enjoy seeing European people getting high and fucking?
Do you want to see Mimsy Farmer’s tits?
Do you want to see Klaus Grünberg’s cock?
Do you want to see Mimsy Farmer’s tits while she dances in front of a windmill while you worry that Klaus Grünberg will show you his cock again?

If you answered yes to any of the above questions, More might be for you. Granted, Mimsy’s breasts can hardly be labeled such. I think I have larger man-boobs on my bad days. But, boobs they are and I salute their appearance. Time and time again. I think there’s almost a good forty-five minutes of footage in this film of her melons.

The movie is basically a “Hey kids, lets get high and have a good time!” film for the first half or so, but the second half is damn haunting. Damn fucking haunting.

I don’t want to spoil it for anyone, but if you want to see an interesting take from the sixties on the ups and downs of drug use, this film delivers.

And the soundtrack is fuck-all awesome.

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