Adidas isn't racist

Just foolish. Not every bad idea makes a person/corporation racist.
What it does make them is stupid. I mean, look at these god damn shoes.

Damn. Just damn. Look at those shoes. I'll admit, when I was kid, probably from, oh, conception to the age of eight, I thought purple and orange was the best combination of colors ever. Nowadays, it's just straight up ugly. And, guess what! It looks bad on these shoes! Since I'm not professional shoe critic, like one of my old co-workers (who I will definitely hit up over this), I can't really discuss the finer points of these sneakers, but I can comment on the pièce de résistance, the eponymous shackles.

If you haven't heard, people are saying the shackles are racist because, let's be honest, the target demographic 

of these shoes tends to be... Well, you can figure it out. I really don't think people at Adidas were sitting around

saying to each other, "Let's release shoes with chains on them. Wouldn't t that be funny! The irony of black

people wearing shoes with chains!" I'm pretty sure they saw some people calling racist a mile away, but I

don't think they expected this, or to be called out as truly racist.

In my opinion, they're just dumb gimmick gone horribly awry. They won't be the first ugly shoes.

They won't be the last. This gimmick just happened to be worse than most, I guess.
If anything, this tripe is common in Japan. Just google "Japanese Fashion" or something, and you'll get some 

strange stuff. I mean, this is a fashion sphere which Kirugumi is a popular trend and that gave the rest of the 

world Bathing Apes.
Unforgivable.

Addendum: I don't hate Bathing Apes (I'm not calling them BAPES) because they're inherently bad shoes,

but rather because:
A) That is one of the most unpleasant sounding names for a brand ever. I mean, "Bathing Ape"... it just 

sounds wrong. I'm sure it was based off of those Japanese monkey's that sit in hot springs all day.
B) It's a brand normally associated with Chav's, A.K.A, a group I don't want to be lumped with. We all know

it's only a matter of time until Chav-dom comes to the U.S.

Surreal

I haven't posted in some time, have I?
I've been busy, trying to make friends and all. It's rather surreal to think that I wake up and go about my day 300 miles away from what I call home, and all the people and things that make it so. I'm sure it'll wear off soon, but still, it's odd. I attribute it to the fact I've lived in the same house for twelve years, and I was half convinced I would never leave. So yeah, there's that.
For all no one who reads this regularly, I've got a short article penned already for a release soon. I've been sitting on it, just because I don't want to become the next Busy Street, but... God, I have to say something.
I made this to vent about all the stupid bullshit no one IRL cares about, so I'm gonna do it here.
So yeah, I'm not dead. Just biding my time...

Rozen Maiden is a horror movie in waiting

You know what I'd like?
Another season of Rozen Maiden.
I had a dream last night that reminded me how much I liked Rozen Maiden. I could probably write a whole damn thesis on why I like it so much, but I'm far too unmotivated to do it right now.
On an unrelated note, have you ever thought about how terrifying Rozen Maiden would be in real life (if you've seen it, of course)?
Let's be honest, dolls are fucking creepy.
They just sit there and... watch, with those horrible, unblinking glass eyes, waiting for you to fall asleep before they come to life and steal your soul.
Especially dollfies. I imagine that's what the dolls of Rozen Maiden would look like, so... yeah.
If I ever came into possession of a living dollfie, I'd be hard pressed not to tell it to leave me alone and/or toss it in the fire place. Just imagine if Rozen Maiden was changed so that when a doll died, so did their owner. It's be like a mix between Chuckie and Pokemon, two things that should probably never go in the same sentence.

Imagine this walking, talking, carrying a steak knife and whispering the horrible 

things it will do to you in the night while you try to sleep.
And I think this Suiseiseki isn't actually that bad; the anime-esque

look keeps it from crawling to the bottom of the uncanny valley with the my withered, soulless corpse. 

Bathroom Poetry

Every once in a while, I'm forced to enter public bathrooms.
Anyone who has experienced the wrath of twelve years of public schooling knows exactly why I'm so hesitant to step foot into them. I'm not totally unconvinced my high school bathroom didn't harbor some unknown strain of Ebola, considering that literally every time I made the mistake of pitching a loaf there, I got sick. Oh, and before anyone says anything, the girl's bathroom was no walk in the park. Oh yeah, I went in there a number of times... Don't ask why.

The point is, when I do go enter public bathrooms, I'm always amazed by the graffiti. Most of the time, it's usually a number of obscenities or crudely drawn penises carved into stalls where someone took the effort to smear their excrement on the toilet seat by some arcane method I don't even want to humor. But ever so rarely, I'll find something worth while. Very rarely.
That being said, it would appear Texas Tech has a thriving underground poetry scene running through various men's bathroom stalls. I found this one on the first floor of Holden Hall, on the off chance anyone wants to witness this beauty first hand.
I'll post more as I find them, but for now... just bask in this.
Poetry at its finest.

Here I sit, broken-hearted
I tried to shit, but only farted
Should I lie or should I linger?
or should I be forced to use my finger...

Random Thought #1

Just a quick, random thoughts (whoa, like the totally BS name for this blog?) that came to me as an acquaintance of mine prattles on about what a bad idea it is to consume an energy drink when they have a cocktail of attention deficiencies but that they'll do it anyways...

1. If you think something is a bad idea, just as a rule of thumb; don't do it.

2. Monster's energy is a placebo effect. Mostly. Sure, you might get an initial jolt from the ungodly high levels of sugar and other "-ines" floating in it, but I'm pretty confident that the "OMG I'M SO HYPER XDDDDD" effect it seems to have on young teenagers and stupid adults is just their imagination. Or maybe they have some problem processing sugar in their blood stream, I don't know.

3. Don't be that person who acts like a spider monkey pumped on adrenaline, bouncing off the walls and shouting with little to no coherency, because no one likes them. It's not cute. It's not endearing. It's annoying, obnoxious, and quite possibly, destructive to everyone else's property.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go find a safer location to browse the internet before a certain someone crushed my laptop with a stray foot.