When I was in 6th grade, the class had a one-week trip to a dude ranch up in NW Illinois called White Pines Ranch. Apparently the place still exists and functions, as one of my nephews went there when he was in 6th grade.
Anyway: back in 1979, because we got a late start leaving, the teachers wanted to try to make the drive back without stopping. So there I was, in the second seat back from the front, hunched over, because I really needed to pee. The worse it got, the more I concentrated on just trying to hold it in.
Then one boy's clear soprano voice sung out gleefully, from the back of the bus, "Look at the wee-wee!"
No, it wasn't mine. I don't know whose it was. But oh Lord was I grateful, because we stopped at the next rest area. I bolted for the bathroom.
There were two scenes in ep 5 of Kiss X Sis where that kid's cheerful announcement are warranted.
It wasn't enough to show poor Miharu Mikuni wetting her panties; no--they had to show it twice; the first time was a "delusion". The second time I hoped it was another "delusion" but no, it had to go and be real.
Those Japanese, I tell you.... I like them, but cripes, they're fucked up.
Then Keita is mopping up the inevitable puddle with a washcloth and wringing it out into a bucket--well, WTF, they knew they were locked in the PE storage shed, and he knew she had to go, so why didn't he just turn his back and have her use the damn bucket? It would have been embarassing for her, but it would have been better than the humiliation of wetting her panties, wouldn't it?
Fortunately, justice is served: at the end of the episode, Keita has received a much-justifed beating at the hands of Miharu. WTF, it was his fault she was locked in the storage shed with him in the first place; he didn't have to drag her along with him.
It was a good episode, and funny, but I cringed a bit at some of it. I feel sorry for Miharu; she's just an innocent bystander who somehow always gets caught in the bullshit with Keita and his sisters.
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I've finished Arakawa Under the Bridge and it looks like they set it up for a sequel. I don't know if that's good or bad.
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In the "tragic story" department, I fell asleep around 11:30 AM and slept until 7. I suck.
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...I really have no idea what the hell they're doing to Exchange street. They've scraped it down to soil and are putting in new gravel. They're replacing culverts. Most of the side streets have asphalt ramps rather than compacted gravel. Today I saw them taking out part of a curb and digging a trench in someone's front lawn.
At least I now know the source of the irregular bass beat that was bothering me; it's one of those vibrating compactors they use in tight quarters, where they can't get the steamroller. This one's perhaps 18" or 24" square and is affixed to the end of an excavator; and when it's running it sounds like some dipshit in a riced-out Honda with too little intellect and too many subwoofers.
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Well: this coming Monday will be 4 weeks since I sent in my FOID card app. Not that I'm counting or anything.