about that time again

The weather here in Nagoya is very similar to the weather back in my hometown. Hot like sticky balls in the summer and, uh..., bearable in the winter. Well it is bearable if you don't have ice in your veins like most of the women I know.

Anyway, winter in nagoya is starting to give way to spring and the animals are starting to come back. Actually in this city there are no real animals just pigeons. Lots and lots of shit raing down on your laundry, nesting outside your window, cooing at six in the fucking morning pigeons.

Yes, I don't fucking like pigeons. It looks like I'm gonna have to do some spring cleaning again. In Japan it is customary to give your house a really good cleaning during the first few days of the year. I think that is crazy. Although the winter here in Nagoya is bearable I see no reason for pushing your luck by running around scrubbing down shit with a wet towel in your hand in the MIDDLE OF WINTER!!! I am, for the sake of my hands, going to stick to the Western tradition of doing spring cleaning.

I am actually preparing for it right now by looking for a good air powered pellet gun.

Yes. A gun.

Last year I used a pot of scolding water to "clean" the pigeons. It worked for about a month. This year I am thinking about something a little more extreme. I'm gonna take out like two or three pigeons and hang their rotting stinking carcasses on the net surrounding my balcony. I think that seeing the bodies of their fallen comrades displayed proudly will deter any new pigeons from attempting to nest on my balcony and will subsequently allow me to sleep until 8:30 on a regular basis. (Birds usually start making noise around the crack of dawn. Truly unacceptable.)

I know that hunting pigeons on my balcony my get me branded as a crazy man by my neighbors, but I don't care. I am tired of looking out onto the balcony and seeing bird shit. Besides I need to practice my shooting anyway. I think I may be a bit rusty.

Who is gonna miss a few pigeons anyway?

The newest edition to the family of Knight

BARRY BONDS, BITCHES!!!

Finally the floor apears...

Yeah. It is true. I can finaly see the floor in my room. Last year I complained a lot about my roommate's apparent inability to do any thing that remotely resemble cleaning. Well this year I can't do that. At least not yet at least. I have become a slob. SLOB!!! It is really dreadful. Today for no less than the sixth time in three weeks I am trying to clean my room. Like I said the floor has finally appeared and it is usually at this point that I decide to go play a game or something and then the room slips back into its normal state of disaster, but not today! I am going to stick with it.

Actually writing in my blog qualifies as doing something else, but as I it has been a long time since I wrote here so I figured I should do it while the urge is on me... no matter how counter productive it is for the state of my room.



I recently came close to giving one of my adult students a panic attack in class.
It was one of those rare days when I only have one student in class. This student is a very quiet 28 year old woman. I have her for two different regular classes and have pretty much built a good relationship with her. The only problem is that she is... quiet. (I think I said that already.) ANyway, the whole quiet thing seems to be a Japanese trait. Silence has transcended gold and soared straight into diamond status. THis lady has lots of diamonds because of that.

in the book that day we were supposed to do a mock police interogation. I knew I couldn't depend on her to ask questions so I took on the role of cop and she was the suspect. I questioned her about a robbery that took place in the book. A painting or something. I started out like they do in the movies.

Me: Hello. I'm Detective Knight. I have a few questions for you.
Student: Ok.
Me, being as nice and sweet as possible: So on the friday in question did you have lunch?
Student: Yes, I did.
Me: That is nice. Where?

We went back and forth like that for a few minutes with me taking notes and trying to lull her into a false sense of security. Since we have spent so much time togther she fell for it. When I knew she was feeling nice and happy about her interogation I got a little rough.

Me: So do you like art? (smiling)
Student: Yes, I love it.
Me: Is that why you stole the painting? (no expression)
Student: What painting?
Me, standing suddenly and gesturing at her with my finger: The painting that you stole on friday?
Student: WHAT?!?!?!

It is at this point that she started to turn a little red. I realized that she was getting a little nervous but since I'm a sadistic fucker I kept at it. I made her go over all the details of her alibi like three times. I laughed in her face. I was a complete dick. Finally her face was like blood red and then her eyes got watery and I started laughing with her and told her to calm down.

(Of course I am exagerrating... a little)

I thought she was gonna run screaming out the room. She was a good sport about it though. I told her that she should never ever go to jail cause I can see her just pissing in the seat after too long.

There Are Bad People In The World

Osaka burglar smothers newborn, ties up mother

OSAKA (Kyodo) A 2-week-old boy in Moriguchi, Osaka Prefecture, was killed Wednesday night by a suspected burglar who sealed the baby's lips and nose with adhesive tape to stop him from crying, police said.
A tarp covers the crime scene Thursday where police continue to investigate a murder-burglary in Moriguchi, Osaka Prefecture, in which a 2-week-old baby was killed. The burglar also tied up the baby's 22-year-old mother, Izumi Yamanaka, after he broke into her house and made away with about ¥50,000 in cash — which was a gift celebrating the birth of the baby, Reiya.
Yamanaka's 48-year-old mother found the two when she came home around 11:20 p.m. She called police and the baby was taken to a hospital, where it was pronounced dead, police said. Yamanaka went out to the entrance of the house when she heard the intercom ring around 6 p.m. She left the door unlocked after she found nobody there, and about 45 minutes later a man broke into the house, police said.
Police quoted Yamanaka as saying that the man — dressed in black and wearing a black knit cap, a white mask and white gloves — put the adhesive tape on the baby's lips after it started crying in its crib in the first floor living room.
The man also bound Yamanaka and tied her to a refrigerator with adhesive tape, police said in quoting her. He searched through the house for about 15 minutes and left. The man was about 170 cm tall, police quoted Yamanaka as saying. The baby's grandmother also told police she saw marks on the body suggesting the newborn was beaten.

A new Feeling

For the first time in my life... wrong.

For the first time in a log time I feel at peace. Completely at peace. Normally I have some... thing swirling around in my head giving me all kinds of random stress. Not today though.

Is this how straight people feel?

Yeah that is a dumb question but one that I often find myself asking. I guess I could probably ask, "Is this how white people feel?" I think that would imply some racism or at least a bit of setting apart and feelings of inferiority in my mind. I don't feel inferior to straight people. I feel outnumbered. Overwhelmed. The one black sheep standing out in a see of flamingos. (You thought I was going to say sheep didn't you?)

Anyway the reason that I feel so peaceful is that I finally, as planned, told my parents that I was gay. It was an interesting experience. I'll talk about it in detail later. I'm still trying to iron the kinks out with my family. My parents seem to believe that they can pray the gay out of me. So during my now mandatory weekly calls home we pray for a couple of minutes after I tell them about my life here in Japan.

It is an arrangement that cannot last long. I don't want them hanging on to false hope, but I don't want to force them into some type of Pride parade. I took me a long time to become comfortable with myself and I want to be sure they have that same time, but I want them to realize that this thing is out of their hands.

Does that make sense?

Sissy Boy Slap Party

Documentary about small penis Syndrome

THis documentary was very interesting and not at all disgusting.

My computer may be sick

I just got a message that said my computer was infected with a trojan. Like just a moment ago or something.

Does anyone kow how to kill a trojan?