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.

Jeff the Killer isn't scary

Yeah. I said it.
About damn time some one did.

I honestly cannot quite figure out why the Creepypasta "Jeff the Killer" has gotten so popular. It's not scary.
The writing is simply mediocre (I know some of you would like to believe that "mediocre" is synonymous with "bad", but I'd like to remind you it is not). The story itself seems like a rejected Jhonen Vasquez comic/cartoon.
Oh, an insane killer with a deformed face?

Now, a bit of history; The following image is supposedly what inspired the story of "Jeff the Killer".

"Know Your Meme" claims the picture first appeared in a YouTube video in 2008, and I remember it popping up on /b/ many a time summer of that year (yeah, I went to /b/. Sue me). It was always the whole "If someone says your name, go to sleep", accompanied by this picture. Where the actual story came in, well, that's anyone's guess. If it's been floating around since 2008, unheard of and unseen until last year, that wouldn't be surprising. "Jeff the Killer"'s rise to fame has only been over shadowed by the meteoric rise in popularity of another towering Creepypasta figure.

Yes, that's right, the internet's favorite faceless child killer/Anonymous cosplayer. Go on your Facebook and tell me how many people on your friends list have made some post about the game "Slender" recently. Go ahead, I'll wait. If your friends are anything like my friends (and they probably are), you'll get several hits. Slenderman, or as people have been calling him since the early days, "Slendy" (I really hate that name), has reached such heights that Hollywood is making a movie that's a little too similar to the whole Slender mythos to not be a coincidence. It's called "The Tall Man". Just look it up.
Now, with Slenderman's popularity has come a tidal wave of shitty fanart and creepypastas, much like Jeff the Killer. The main difference between Jeff and Slender, however, is that Slenderman was scary, and still can be. I'll admit, the first few times I saw the "GO TO SLEEP" picture, I was unsettled, but now it looks like a vaguely humorous photoshop of Marilyn Manson. Slenderman, on the other hand... Well, I'm still unsure about taking night-walks through the neighborhood anymore.
Slenderman, for all intents and purposes, is a truly unsettling character with some fantastic stories weaved into the mythos that counter balance the crap.
Jeff the Killer is just... not.

Now, I think I've said my piece on Jeff the Killer already; I don't like it.
But I want to leave you with a theory as to why it got so popular.
It's no secret there are teenagers on the internet. Most of these teenagers are stupid, angsty, and wanna-be
"goff" and "scene". They like Hot Topic, Nightmare before Christmas, Jhonen Vasquez, as well as "Blood on the Dance Floor" and basically everything bad in this world. They hate their parents because they "DON'T UNDERSTAND ME". They hate their classmates because they're all "stupid preps".
Now which creepypasta character is a young teenager who killed his bullies and parents, and now lives a life of thoughtless and wanton murder?
Oh, right...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y983TDjoglQ

;_;

Post #6

Just a quick observation about Texas Tech;
In a statistic I'm pulling out of my ass, about 65% of everyone I've seen falls into the "Bro" demographic.
You know what I mean, those guys who wear RVCA tanks despite having absolutely no muscles to display, those guys who drive trucks because they're big (and dare I say, compensating for something), those guys who wear snapbacks for team they probably don't care about, etc. etc.
I'm pretty convinced they exist solely to provide a foil to everything good and rational in the world.
Well, as I walk around campus, surrounded by bros and their hoes, chattering endlessly in faux-country accents (they're trying to fit in to the "country" vibe that Lubbock is supposed to have, but is sorely lacking... I think), about how smashed they're going to get and how they're going to smoke enough ganja to buy out a whole Colorado repository, I can only think of one thing - How did these people get into college?

Tech doesn't have the highest academic standards, despite being a Tier 1 school. I didn't expect the UT crowd. I didn't even expect the A&M crowd. But this... I can see how one out of every three freshman doesn't make it past the first semester.
That doesn't exclude the upper-classman bros. Not only how did they get into college, how did they stay?
Going back to A&M and UT as well, my consituents attending those schools tell me it's just as bad there. Hell, I even hear TCU is just as bad.

How did this happen? How did it come to this?
I'm quick to point my finger at my old nemesis, School Athletics, but in my heart of hearts, I know this is one issue I can't blame on our societies obsession with sports. Well, let's just say that's a possibility that's yet to be seen.

Whatever the case, I hate them already. And I hate tank tops, which is a shame, since I wouldn't hate them if these tits hadn't ruined them.

I'll probably have more trivial things to bitch about later (like the fact the internet in the dorms are fine, but refuse to load YouTube videos for some reason, or the douchebag "DJ" who I'm pretty confident no one likes who plays only shitty dubstep and complains about literally every other genre of music), but right now, it's a Sunday afternoon and I'm still feeling like Gilbert O'Sullivan. I've been passing the time by aimlessly wandering around campus and listening to Gangnam Style for the sixtieth time today.

When will this be the socially acceptable mode

of locomotion that it should be?

Also, I really want Yoo Jae-Sook's
suit. I would wear that pretty much everywhere.

I'm deeply upset that Tech doesn't offer Korean courses, but I'll be damned if that keeps me from staying a semester over there.