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CD Blitz - Amphibious Assault’s District Six, On Better Days and Sin-Eating, and FB’s Human Conditional - GET IT NOW
Buonasera Ladies and Gents,
Been a lot of interest lately in my old releases - it just so happens I have copies of the CDs (for those of you who partake in the CD worship) of everything still available waiting to be in your hot little hands.
It’s only 19.99 CAD + shipping to wherever you are, and its all done through paypal. It’s so simple people!
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#1 GOT: April 6.
#2: I WANT A DOTHRAKI HUSBAND.
Shifting gears from secret projects with the Kittie ladies, I wanted to write a little niblet about my experience in the Japanese sento or public bath house. I keep slowly chipping away at my photographs from that trip (V and I have decided probably our next trip will be Iceland. Yes. Yes. Vikings. F**k yeah vikings.) but I believe this will be the last edition of my Japanese excursion.
This sento was in Kyoto, tucked away in the middle of bloody nowhere, nestled in between stacked homes and narrow streets, that V and I nimbly navigated by our e-bikes. (f**k yeah e-bikes). In fact, the place was so hard to find we stopped at a ryokan to ask where this place was, and the owner actually laughed at us. “You want to go to sento? HAR HAR!”
Buddy. Wtf is so goddamn funny about going to the sento? Is there some Kyotoite ritual that I am unaware of that will require me to sacrifice to a god? Smash a puppy? walk on fire? WHAT’S FUNNY?! We never figured out just what was so amusing to that guy, but whatever. We found it.
We paid absolutely nothing to enter, like $2-3 dollars or so, including a towel. In fact we were pretty sure the guy undercharged us because we were stupid and gaijin. Whatever, paying so little was for the best, because of what happens next.
To set this up, In case you weren’t aware, a sento requires you to strip to your birthday suit and soak in awesomely warm salty-ish waters with members of your sex. I happened to be the ONLY non-Caucasian/non-Japanese there and was really really self-conscious about this, so of course I played the shy Canadian and hid in the bathroom for a bit. Then I said you know what, f**k it. I don’t know these people, let’s just go for it. And I did.
However, you must know something about this particular sento and its regulars. Most of the women were older, and very few young women were there. These people come there once or twice a day because sometimes houses are not equipped with showers, so this is their (super f**king awesome) bathroom. The older generation, as I had been told are not as accepting of people’s ‘differences’ as the newer generation are, hence adding a bit of extra anxiety on my part. Now, I happen to have a rather large geisha tattooed on my back, which as some of you may or may not know, tattoos are not widely accepted, especially by the older generation. I walked into the water room where you were required to scrub yourself raw before entering the holy waters, which I did (in fact I stole a lady’s seat…she didn’t mess with me. win for being intimidating, lose for what comes next). After my scrubby scrub, I jumped into the pool with green water, just ‘cause, well, green is a nice colour. I had my hair sort of floating around me, and I laid back to relax. Suddenly, 10 minutes in, a plump, loud, Japanese lady storms out of the steam room. She waddles over to me, (I had it all to myself because no one wants to be in the pool with the BROWN gaijin, obvs) she raises her hands, and forms a big X with her fingers. “No!” she says. “No!”
I stare at her. You probably have never seen this stare, but it’s the kind of stare I give people when I really really want them to f**k off. “No!” She points to her hair and her back, and then me. I say to her, in English, “what, my hair? My back? what?” She still continues to do the x sign with her fingers, now further agitated. I tie my hair up on top of my head, and then bitch came BACK and was like ‘NO!”
I sat there staring at her defiantly. I am not moving lady, no matter how many stupid x’s you make with your fingers.
Turns out I think she was protesting my tattoos. Usually at the entrance to the sento they have a list of rules and as far as I could see there were no rules against tattoos (tattoos, in general in Japan, usually are associated with criminal activity, namely those involved with the yakuza, or a sort of Japanese mafia if you will) I am thinking, really lady? I am so far from yakuza it is simply not comparable. Maybe she was trying to tell me something else, but frankly that is the only explanation I could come up with with her being so rigid.
Anyways, lady, if you were reading this, you are either a really huge bitch, or need to move into the 21st century. Tattoos are everywhere, and you need to get used to it. I like your country, and I will respect your rules, but at least be nice about it. *flicks hair* Gross.
My experience was ruined by stupid lady, but for those 10 minutes it felt fantastic just sitting and relaxing in the green pool. I did not have to sacrifice a human, smash a puppy, or any other rite to the sento god, all I had to do was relax. Or maybe next time I will have to do it? I shall bring my ceremonial sword, and we shall sacrifice! Skaal!
Next up on Fallon’s Travels: Reykjavik?
that my butt did NOT make the cut in Robocop. I was clearly the weakest link. Joel, if you had any say in this, remember, my country is still better than yours at hockey and I pretty much don’t like you any more. #sarcasm
Some fun things are swirling about in the FB camp. I am involved with a secret project. Key notes: its a project, and there is stuff that you will like in it that has to be kept a secret, stuff you will appreciate if you have been with me since the old days. Lots of speculation [and some good investigatory efforts on some of your parts, others…well…nice try] swirling about, but all will be revealed in the fullness of time, pretties.
Sorry, I can’t stop. But we all know, lurking around the corner when your dad has just been shot, you’ll find goddamn bloody KRYCEK.