Funny ha ha

Your Score: the Cutting Edge

(52% dark, 42% spontaneous, 36% vulgar)

your humor style:
CLEAN | SPONTANEOUS | DARK



Your humor's mostly innocent and off-the-cuff, but somehow there's something slightly menacing about you. Part of your humor is making people a little uncomfortable, even if the things you say aren't themselves confrontational. You probably have a very dry delivery, or are seriously over-the-top.

Your type is the most likely to appreciate a good insult and/or broken bone and/or very very fat person dancing.


PEOPLE LIKE YOU: David Letterman - John Belushi






The 3-Variable Funny Test!

- it rules -




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Link: The 3 Variable Funny Test written by jason_bateman on OkCupid, home of the The Dating Persona Test

Loud Noisy

My neighbour got home at the same time as me today. He's a noisy fucker. Right now he's on the phone, and I believe the person who knocked at my door a moment ago is in there now, adding to the odd creaking - no, he's still banging at the door... WTF?

I could hear him snoring last night as well. However, I believe I contributed equally after a bout of insomnia led me to fall back to sleep at 5.30am. Until 8am I had a series of very lucid dreams, one of which involved my catfish asking to suck my blood. Old friends were also in there leaving the taps on in my apartment. My contribution was the numerous times I came to near consciousness by talking or shouting loudly.

Last night, to try and get over the Miseries, I went to Yongo Yongo. And indeed, there is nothing better than listening to Black Sabbath and discussing Velvet Revolver, Led Zepplin, Helloween and various others with Mama to alleviate the blues. All over a bottle of nice Spanish wine. Oishikatta to omishiroi desu.

This weekend I've been quizzed twice about whether or not I want a boyfriend. It seems, at 27, I need to be settling down and thinking about pushing one out. We were talking about the qualities I desire in a man - this was quite tricky, but I guess it would be: intelligent, good at talking (and listening), funny, creative, passionate and honest. So, the likelihood of finding one of those in a country where 70% of men cheat on their wives is highly unlikely. The more I think about men though, the less I like them.

Spell check doesn't like the word "fucker".

I'm going to play music loudly and try to do something creative.

Moleskine and other photos

See, I did something creative.

I have developed a minor fetish for Moleskines over the past couple of years. I used to eye them in bookshops, but never felt that spending that amount of money on a notebook was worth it. I met a guy at a writing group who had a pocket notebook in which he scrawled his crabby hand in every direction. Rather than listening to other people's poetry etc I found myself eyeing the pages of his book instead. Eventually I picked at a set of cahiers in Selfridges and found that I didn't have the normal pangs I get with expensive notebooks - that what you do in them must be worth the price of the paper it's written on. I also liked not having lines as it gave me the freedom to not only write in it, but to doodle, paste pictures in and write diagonally if I so desired.

Before I came to Japan I picked up two notebooks and recall applying glitter to one of the covers whilst waiting for Strictly Come Dancing to come on TV. The living room was hot and uncomfortable from the heating being on too high, and my mum was asleep on the sofa whilst I sprawled across the floor.

So my new one is ready to go. Now what to put in it. The first page is always the hardest, I feel like it should be something meaningful. In fact it will probably be some nonsense scrawled after one too many red wines.

Oh, and if you click the Flickr thinger on the left you can not only see more Moleskine pics, but also some photos from my trip to Australia, finally available to those without Facebook.

And two more photos: the "Neko-chan" who hangs around outside Yongo Yongo, and the black sesame tofu I enjoyed there last night.