Utterly Random Event.

I was sitting here at this very desk watching a video that was (shock) not JRock. It was, in fact, the video to 'This Corrosion' by The Sisters of Mercy who are not Japanese even in the slightest, are very goth despite Eldritch's protests, and are also very ld and ancient and not releasing anything new in the foreseeable future.

Anyhow. I was giggling at Uncle Andy's Non-Gothness when suddenly I froze. My jaw gaped and I pointed at the utterly shite-quality image onscreen and said:
"Holy moose, Patricia looks like Toshiya!"

Uncanny, no? The big poofy hair, the black pleather-y outfit... it's like they've been sharing the same wardrobe. To make it creepier, Patricia was at one time the bassist for the Sisters. Although to the best of my knowledge, Toshiya has yet to sue Kyo.

This is possibly the shortest article to date.

By now everyone who visits this page must have assumed I'd died an agonising death. The sad truth is I've just been busy with what some of us call real life, which in my case involves trying to find a new apartment among other things. Anyhow, so you don't feel ripped off I'm going to feature a guest article by a very nice girl I met on AIM who goes by the name Ladybell.

So here it is:

On Being a Foreign Fan Girl in Japan by Ladybell

I know that someone had written about being a fan girl earlier, but I feel I had to put in my experiences as well. Being a fan girl in America in the middle of freaking nowhere is bad enough. In my dorm room, I scared people because I had cross dressing men posted on my wall. One of my friends even said that he loved the hot chick (I later explained that he just complimented a guy; he then asked does that mean he's gay). It's hard to find pictures of the beloved ones, and cds and videos are expensive as hell.

But that, dear fellow fans of jrock, does not compare to being a fan girl in Japan. You know, I thought that people would understand the depth of obsession that I have. In fact, I would seem like a fair weather fan compared to some of these. But every time I bought a magazine or other paraphernalia I got this look of, "do you really know what this is, you clueless American??" And trust me, I got that a lot. The used bookstores were my best friends. I was in Japan for about six months and even had an opportunity to see the band I drool over the most, Dir en Grey. By the way, if you ever have a chance to see them, DO. Oh, and bring binoculars. But I digress.

I had actually decided to dress up a little gothy for the occasion and I wondered if I was overdressed. WRONG. Jesus Christ on a stick, it looked like some of these girls stole Toshiya's costume right from his dressing room!! After gawking at the details of everyone's costumes, I began to notice everyone staring at my group and I noticed something; we were the only foreigners there. Normally I wouldn't be too fazed about it; I had been stared at since I got off the plane. But one would think that they wouldn't be too surprised to see foreigners, or at least they would be interested to know that there are some people outside of Asia who know who Dir en Grey is.

In the end, though, my friends and I thoroughly enjoyed the concert and I was on a high for a week because I breathed the same air as my pretty boys. And that, in the end, made everything all right. Even the staring. I take it as a compliment.