It's an interesting video. You can tell that he's a badass in Japan. A rebel. But being a rebel in Japan just means that you work hard on video games. You still work hard. You still have work be the focus of your life. But he gets to wear video game t-shirts instead of the suits his salaryman countrymen have to wear.
Off the subject of Fire Pro, I was thinking of the time I was at some sort of retreat in the 8th grade. It might have had something to do with Confirmation. If you're unware, that's a Catholic sacrament. I don't know what it really is. I suppose it's like a Bar Mitzvah but not nearly as exciting or lucrative. It's like welcoming you into the church as an adult. But you're like 12 when you do this.
There's a bunch of shit that we had to do but I wonder how much of this related to the actual sacrament as opposed to school busy work. I think we had to make pins. That was part of it. Just draw some shit on a piece of paper and then they turned them into cheap little two inch button pins. Oh, and we had to come up with new names for ourselves. Confirmation names. Then we had to write a paper on the saint whose name we used as our Confirmation name.
In the end of all of this, we went to church and the Bishop was there. He gave a mass and then during the sermon part, he came down the aisle and asked random kids random questions. This was the most nerve-wracking part of the whole process. You were terrified that you were going to be asked a question. Fortunately, my question was just a "yes" or "no" one and the answer was obvious. I don't remember what the question was.
He asked one kid a hypothetical question. "What if a boy was to offer you Canada Club? Do you know what Canada Club is?". The boy said, "Some kind of club" and the congregation laughed. The Bishop found it amusing too. This was the nerdiest kid in our class by some margin.
But nerd or not, nobody in our class knew what Canada Club was. I think it's hard liquor. But who would know this. It's an old man drink. Not something that kids would drink. Let me look it up.
Oh. Canadian Club. It's whiskey. Yeah, kids weren't drinking whiskey in 1991. Or today. Or probably ever.
Let me look up "Confirmation". I mean, it's one of the seven sacraments but it has to be the lamest. I barely even know what it is and I went through it.
Confirmation is one of the seven sacraments of the Catholic Church. It is the last of three initiation rites for Catholics, the other two being Baptism and First Holy Communion.
According to Catholic doctrine, in the sacrament of Confirmation, the faithful are sealed with the gift of the Holy Spirit and are strengthened in their Christian life.
Oh that's right. There was a Holy Spirit element to it. The Holy Spirit really needs a better PR campaign. We all know Jesus and God but who gives a shit about the Holy Spirit? Who knows ANYTHING about him? But he's right there in the Holy Trinity. He's the equal of God and Jesus. Isn't he all-powerful? Give us a sign. Get your name out there.
Yeah, I don't know. Wikipedia says that the bishop annoits you on the cheek with oil but I don't remember that. It may have happened. The bishop was there, after all. I'm sure there was oil around. And it's about maturity...so I was right.
So back to the story I intended to tell. We were at this retreat for Confirmation. A "retreat" suggests a spiritual thing maybe out in the woods or something but this was done on the cheap so we just stayed in school. It may have been on a weekend. Just one day.
We were in the school cafeteria. I don't remember what went on, what we were doing there, anything that happened. But I remember we were sitting in rows in the cafeteria. We might have had books that we were reading from.
Then the girl behind me started blowing on my neck as some sort of weird joke. She was with her friend. Oh, I found her on Facebook. We'll come back to that.
So she was blowing on my neck and then laughing with her friend. I didn't care for this. I'm here to learn about the Holy Spirit or whatever and these jezebels are harassing me. So as a fight or flight instict, I chose the latter and left the retreat. I saw somebody else leave early too. It was probably like 4.00 so I'd been there for a good few hours at least. I think it was supposed to go on until 6.00.
After I left, the teacher apparently was handing out pins (different pins than the earlier ones described) or something to everyone. And my friend tried to get one for me. The teacher said, "Your friend should have been here" and didn't give him the pin.
Next day in school, the teacher takes me aside and starts yelling at me for leaving early. I didn't want to tell her about these girls blowing on me so I didn't. She said that the other person who left early had permission to leave early and I shouldn't have just left. Nothing else happened but I never got the pin.
But what reminded me of this story is in the last day of school, this teacher, who was our religion teacher, an older woman, she says to the class, "If I ever did anything that offended you, I apologise."
What a lame, ass-covering, Jesus nut, scumbag, non-apology. "Whatever I did, whole class generally, if it offended you, I'm sorry. I sure wouldn't want insulting some dumbass kids affect my getting into Heaven!"
When I heard that, I thought, "Yeah, it really wasn't right what she did when she yelled at me for leaving the retreat early and didn't give me my pin. She never even asked why I left early. Obviously, there had to be a reason. I wouldn't just leave for no reason."
The good news is that that woman has to be long dead by now and in all probability her soul died with her and she's simply a bloated, rotting corpse now.
Speaking of bloated corpses, let's check out the Facebook page of that girl who was blowing on me. She was a kind of chubby girl. And yeah, she became a kind of chubby adult. Well, that's pretty good, actually. Most chubby kids become obese adults. So good for her.
She has a couple of kids. One looks maybe 8, the other...3, maybe. She had kids a bit later in life. After 30.
Seems to have a husband, although he's not in a lot of these pictures. I think that he might have two older daughters from another relationship.
That guy must be 10 years older than her but that's not bad.
Man, I saw a guy in court yesterday that was two years older than me and he had grey hair and looked old. It was terrifying.
Back to Facebook, though. It seems that she was working in Seattle in 2007. By 2010, she was in in Virginia. And that's where she remains today. Works as a language pathologist. So...good for her. But she was a bitch.
Let's see what the girl who liked me in high school is up to. Oh great. She posted a countdown to Halloween. And then in another recent post she laments not being able to go "ghost-hunting" in an abandoned sanitorium.
Oh man, a picture of her daughter next to a Dolly Parton cut out in Dollywood. I would tear that girl up. She's 19 now so there's nothing stopping me.
She's not even particularLY attractive. She's cute but nothing amazing. Her mother was pretty hot. But no, the daughter is more plain.
More Halloween shit. I mean...it's just dumb. Is this something that people in the UK do? It's not uncommon to find people like this in the US.
Wow. 10.30. Time flies when you're making Fire Pro edits all day.
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