Asianification

Man, I am on a ROLL today! I guess this is what happens when you don’t really post for a week. 

While perusing one of my all time favourite life heroes, Spiderman, I happened across this particular gem.

JAPANESE SPIDER-MAN TRAILER – MARVEL.COM

Yes, the good ol’Japanese are back to their shenanigans, and this time, they have effortless combined my beloved Spiderman with really bad Power Rangers circa 1990 to create the Frankenstein like creation you’ve just witnessed. I would cry if it weren’t all so hilariously painful.

The Real Nessie

Need evidence that Nessie is real? BAM.  Right there.  What you see is a mini Nessie getting majorly nommed by McAwesome Nessie.

According to the men in white coats,

The 50 ft (15 meter) long Jurassic era marine reptile had a crushing 33,000 lbs (15 tonnes) per square inch bite force.

And get this- they gave it the hardcore name of Predator X. 

Predator X’s bite was more than 10 times more powerful than any modern animal and four times the bite of a T-Rex, it said of the fossil, reckoned at 147 million years old. Alligators, crocodiles and sharks all now have fearsome bites.

147 millions years old…OR, currently living in the frigid waters of Loch Ness?  Totally still there. Totally still devouring creatures only 25ft long.

You Make Captain Planet Cry

Like the rest of the world, Britain seems to be throwing itself behind the idea of eco-friendly, earth saving initiatives, like using cloth tote bags and energy efficient light bulbs. But they are still not quite sure what recycling means.

I remember when I was studying abroad here as a third year student, we were given three blue recycling bins in addition to our trash can. Good first step- learning to separate trash and recyclables. However, only the trash was ever removed from our university dorm, meaning that in order to recycle any of our stuff, we would have to do it ourselves. This wasn’t so much of a problem because lucky enough for us, there was a recycling station only a block away. And by recycling station, I mean a series of large bins delineated for clear glass, green glass, brown glass, paper, and clothes. The British (or at least the Scots) still haven’t discovered that Aluminium and certain plastics are also recyclable.

Anyway, after uni, me and Scottie moved to the Tollcross, where I’m sure the closest recycling centre is still way the hell up in Marchmont, a good hike away when you’re loaded down with countless glass bottles. Since Scottie and I don’t really drink alcohol a lot in our flat, we didn’t really have to deal with recycling anything, although it killed my a little bit and made my soul cry to toss the odd glass jar or coke can away.

When I came back to do a Masters, I was in disbelief. This time around, I was shocked to see a lot of recycle bins in the back next to where we have our trash bins. It was amazing! Even though our only recycle options were paper and glass, it was still better than nothing, and I made sure to have everything sorted. I think I even increased wine consumption with the joy of knowing that Mother Gaia was smiling at my recycling efforts.

Then I came back to the UK after my victorious battle against idiots at the LA British Consulate. After celebrating wit copious amounts of wine, I went to deposit the bottles in the recycling. EXCEPT THEY WERE LOCKED. Out of 5 glass recycling bins, all of them were locked. Apparently one restaurant owns a key. No one knows who owns the others. And it’s not like CA, where you can save up your recyclables and cash them in for moolah. Nope. You either recycle them or you don’t. Since I didn’t want to throw my bottles away, I stacked them on top of one of the locked recycling bins, in the hopes that someone would see how stupid it was to lock recycling bins.

So now, a select few get to feel all high and mighty and lord over the rest of us because they hold the fabled keys to keeping the earth clean, while the rest of us are forced to see the bins, but not use them. How, Scotland, can you espouse green living, when you don’t even provide ways of recycling to residents who are so green (or poor) they don’t even own a car?How can I get in the ‘I have a key’ club? And why don’t you know that aluminium is recyclable!?!

You Make Captain Planet Cry

Like the rest of the world, Britain seems to be throwing itself behind the idea of eco-friendly, earth saving initiatives, like using cloth tote bags and energy efficient light bulbs. But they are still not quite sure what recycling means.

I remember when I was studying abroad here as a third year student, we were given three blue recycling bins in addition to our trash can. Good first step- learning to separate trash and recyclables. However, only the trash was ever removed from our university dorm, meaning that in order to recycle any of our stuff, we would have to do it ourselves. This wasn’t so much of a problem because lucky enough for us, there was a recycling station only a block away. And by recycling station, I mean a series of large bins delineated for clear glass, green glass, brown glass, paper, and clothes. The British (or at least the Scots) still haven’t discovered that Aluminium and certain plastics are also recyclable.

Anyway, after uni, me and Scottie moved to the Tollcross, where I’m sure the closest recycling centre is still way the hell up in Marchmont, a good hike away when you’re loaded down with countless glass bottles. Since Scottie and I don’t really drink alcohol a lot in our flat, we didn’t really have to deal with recycling anything, although it killed my a little bit and made my soul cry to toss the odd glass jar or coke can away.

When I came back to do a Masters, I was in disbelief. This time around, I was shocked to see a lot of recycle bins in the back next to where we have our trash bins. It was amazing! Even though our only recycle options were paper and glass, it was still better than nothing, and I made sure to have everything sorted. I think I even increased wine consumption with the joy of knowing that Mother Gaia was smiling at my recycling efforts.

Then I came back to the UK after my victorious battle against idiots at the LA British Consulate. After celebrating wit copious amounts of wine, I went to deposit the bottles in the recycling. EXCEPT THEY WERE LOCKED. Out of 5 glass recycling bins, all of them were locked. Apparently one restaurant owns a key. No one knows who owns the others. And it’s not like CA, where you can save up your recyclables and cash them in for moolah. Nope. You either recycle them or you don’t. Since I didn’t want to throw my bottles away, I stacked them on top of one of the locked recycling bins, in the hopes that someone would see how stupid it was to lock recycling bins.

So now, a select few get to feel all high and mighty and lord over the rest of us because they hold the fabled keys to keeping the earth clean, while the rest of us are forced to see the bins, but not use them. How, Scotland, can you espouse green living, when you don’t even provide ways of recycling to residents who are so green (or poor) they don’t even own a car?How can I get in the ‘I have a key’ club? And why don’t you know that aluminium is recyclable!?!

So smoking, the alarm went off

After weeks of applying for jobs, I finally landed an interview. FINALLY. Because so far, these temp agencies are epically failing. I even signed up to another one yesterday and nothing.

So yes, my first interview in weeks, and lo and behold, I am also the first candidate scheduled. Excellent. I’ve read over the job details, I know I could do this with my hands tied behind my back, and I’m feeling really good about it. I even woke up this morning excited, danced around the flat to Britney Spears, and totally pumped myself up with the ‘Yes, you will totally GET THIS JOB’ spirit.

The bus, even though it came 6 minutes late, dropped me off exactly in front of the building’s doors and I found the room with no problem. I was even 10 minutes early.

After reading the brochure on what the school was all about, I was led into the interview room and asked questions by two of the ladies in charge. So far so good. Then, when it came time for the second woman to grill me, the fire alarm goes off.

‘Don’t worry, it’s just a drill’
‘No, the drills are on Thrusday’
‘Oh yeah….maybe I should go see what that is’
The one lady gets up to check while I just sit there with a dumb smile on my face.
‘Yeah, it’s not a drill. We have to evacuate’

So halfway through with my interview, the building is evacuated and the firemen are called to make sure that we won’t die. Turns out the cleaner was hoovering up some dust left by the builders. Some how the dust got blown up into the fire alarm, and apparently dust and smoke are identically because the alarm went off. Or so went the rumour around the students.

Anyway, we went back to the interview and fingers crossed, they want to hire me. However, they still have 2 more days of interviews. BUT, I am hoping that my attitude of ‘I already HAVE this job, so stop wasting your time and tell me where to sign’ will transmogrify into reality.

I applied for two positions at the school but only received the information for one of the positions. So I thought they had just thought me a better candidate for the academic assistant position. Turns out they just forgot to send me in information on the other position, so the lady just said to send her an e-mail after looking the information over to see which one I preferred. I WANT to see this as a sign that they totally have already hired me in their head for something and just want to know which one to give me.

Of course, I always tend to leave interviews feeling like I aced them. Obviously that hasn’t turned out to be true because all of my jobs have been through temp agencies, where the employer is just suck with you no matter how crappy or amazing you are at your job.

Oh- I did get a look at some of the competition. While we were waiting outside for the fire trucks to arrive, I saw this woman who didn’t look like a student standing around. But then, on the other hand, she did have black tights with a MASSIVE run down the front from knee to ankle and was wearing a short frilly little skirt with flowers on it. Kinda like the one I have from H&M that I only wear on a drunken night out. Then I saw here again in the waiting room…yep, candidate numero duo. She had a total smokers grovelly voice too. Shady 2, unprofessional looking smoker, 0.

So smoking, the alarm went off

After weeks of applying for jobs, I finally landed an interview. FINALLY. Because so far, these temp agencies are epically failing. I even signed up to another one yesterday and nothing.

So yes, my first interview in weeks, and lo and behold, I am also the first candidate scheduled. Excellent. I’ve read over the job details, I know I could do this with my hands tied behind my back, and I’m feeling really good about it. I even woke up this morning excited, danced around the flat to Britney Spears, and totally pumped myself up with the ‘Yes, you will totally GET THIS JOB’ spirit.

The bus, even though it came 6 minutes late, dropped me off exactly in front of the building’s doors and I found the room with no problem. I was even 10 minutes early.

After reading the brochure on what the school was all about, I was led into the interview room and asked questions by two of the ladies in charge. So far so good. Then, when it came time for the second woman to grill me, the fire alarm goes off.

‘Don’t worry, it’s just a drill’
‘No, the drills are on Thrusday’
‘Oh yeah….maybe I should go see what that is’
The one lady gets up to check while I just sit there with a dumb smile on my face.
‘Yeah, it’s not a drill. We have to evacuate’

So halfway through with my interview, the building is evacuated and the firemen are called to make sure that we won’t die. Turns out the cleaner was hoovering up some dust left by the builders. Some how the dust got blown up into the fire alarm, and apparently dust and smoke are identically because the alarm went off. Or so went the rumour around the students.

Anyway, we went back to the interview and fingers crossed, they want to hire me. However, they still have 2 more days of interviews. BUT, I am hoping that my attitude of ‘I already HAVE this job, so stop wasting your time and tell me where to sign’ will transmogrify into reality.

I applied for two positions at the school but only received the information for one of the positions. So I thought they had just thought me a better candidate for the academic assistant position. Turns out they just forgot to send me in information on the other position, so the lady just said to send her an e-mail after looking the information over to see which one I preferred. I WANT to see this as a sign that they totally have already hired me in their head for something and just want to know which one to give me.

Of course, I always tend to leave interviews feeling like I aced them. Obviously that hasn’t turned out to be true because all of my jobs have been through temp agencies, where the employer is just suck with you no matter how crappy or amazing you are at your job.

Oh- I did get a look at some of the competition. While we were waiting outside for the fire trucks to arrive, I saw this woman who didn’t look like a student standing around. But then, on the other hand, she did have black tights with a MASSIVE run down the front from knee to ankle and was wearing a short frilly little skirt with flowers on it. Kinda like the one I have from H&M that I only wear on a drunken night out. Then I saw here again in the waiting room…yep, candidate numero duo. She had a total smokers grovelly voice too. Shady 2, unprofessional looking smoker, 0.