Just Joe

A kick in the crotch and some change

Thu, 17 Feb 2005 07:26:45 GMT

The last few weeks have been nothing short of heck-filled and snot-wiped. Two weekends ago I was in Seattle doing a con, then the a great plague hit Haskett, Byan, myself, and Dan (in that order). So I spent the better part of last weekend recovering from the illness, even though Alex was in town, so I don't even know how I kept things under a thousand. And this weekend is Wondercon. So needless to say that I'm running short on steam these days; however, all dark clouds have a silver lining, meaning, Yuko Tanaka is coming back into town next Friday. Yes, my super awesome international girlfriend will be gracing me with her presence before she graduates from her university in Tokyo in March. So I very excited for her to come back to San Jose. And that is all there is to that right now.

Sign me up...

Tue, 16 Nov 2004 08:05:32 GMT

So is anybody else falling in love with the Asian girl from the new Old Navy Christmas commercials. Anybody? No? Really? So it's just me then, eh? She's pretty cute. I mean, she doesn't say much in the commercials; she really only sings, and she can't really be distinguished from the other singers. But she's cute. Hmmmm, so nobody else? Well, then that just means more of her to love, I guess.

Giving thanks...or something like that.

Fri, 12 Nov 2004 06:39:50 GMT

OK, well it's official, I have to spend not only Thanksgiving but also three other days with my family. I haven't been on a family trip since I was twelve, and this length of family time is something that I'm not really accustomed to, but it's one of those things that makes the family all happy, and I'm willing to do this for them. Yes, I know, how very noble of me.

It seems to me that the recent days,and weeks, and months have been spinning out of control. I've been find that I never really get a foot hold on a day, it just kind of passes. I suppose this is one of those things that happens when one leaves college. I no longer zone off and day dream rather than learn; instead, I find myself thinking about the next task at work that needs to get done, then I do it, and then I think about what else needs to get done. I guess that's a good thing, you know, working.

On a side note that Super Milk Chan opening theme on Cartoon Network is something I could listen to for hours.

Help

Tue, 12 Oct 2004 05:50:54 GMT

So I've been thinking about going to a Halloween party, but I'd need a costume if I wanted to go, and since I'm a bit rusty on the whole celebrating Halloween thing, I was wondering if anybody had any good ideas for costumes, I'm pretty much just thinking cutting two holes in a white sheet.

And because I love BR...

LJ Battle Royale! by monmonito

Username

Weapon you got:

Sickle

Your goal in the game:

To be heard.

Number of students killed:

For fun, you kill:

moskyok

Out of a personal vendetta, you kill:

jdeguzman

Accidentally, you kill:

drtboi

You have an alliance with:

antipathy_

You develop a puppy-love romance with:

bbelew

Watch out for:

jenscrowl

Percentage of survival possibility:: 97%

Dying words:

"I love you man."

Quiz created with MemeGen!

And he's back!

Thu, 16 Sep 2004 14:37:59 GMT

Ok party people,
I'm back from Japan, and boy, are my arms tired. HA HA! No, but really, it is nice to be home. I'm still way to tired to write about the trip. Give me a few days. But soon, I will tell all about it. Time to go get a burrito.

Japan...

Sat, 04 Sep 2004 04:53:54 GMT

Oh my God. I can't belive that I'm finally going to Japan. I leave on Sunday. I'm packing my backpack tonight and then I'm going to a wedding tomorrow and then it's Japan. What cool things am I goning to see? What new, exciting beer will I be drinking? I don't know, and I love that. Later peoples, I'll see ya when I come back. I'll miss you all, and I'll drink a cold one for ya. Please keep the America in one piece until I come back, huh?

Sweet Relief

Wed, 25 Aug 2004 05:41:24 GMT

Man oh man, am I happy. I dunno if I ever mentioned it here, but I’m going to Japan on Sept. 5th. Yup, that’s right, Joe Nakamura is going back to the motherland. The plan is I’m going to meet my best friend, Alex, in Tokyo, but he had never gotten back to me about the details, but tonight he emailed with an itinerary. This whole time, as I’ve been getting my ticket, buy my rail pass, purchasing my hiking gear, I had no idea what my best friend’s plan was. The places I plan to visit are Osaka, then Fukuoka, Kagoshima, and Toyama. I have no idea where those places are, so don’t bother asking. Man, do I feel so much better now that I now what the hell I am doing.

I don't think this is quite right

Fri, 20 Aug 2004 05:37:59 GMT

Your LJ Pirate Quest by rachelthedemon
Username
Favorite Color
Age
Your First Mate	moskyok
Your Cabin Boy/Girl	danvado
Your Bodyguard	bbelew
The Bad Guy/Girl	jinjur
Your Obligatory Love Interest	antipathy_
The Fanservicey One	plastik_samurai
Your Coveted Treasure	The secret to World Domination
Number of people you kill to get it	23,973
Number of times you get laid afterward	308

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In to the Matrix...

Tue, 10 Aug 2004 05:21:34 GMT

So I've been thinking about getting a new car, and I think that I'm going to go for the Toyota Matrix . It's a nice practical car with losts of space for moving things back and forth; I mean, I really need a new car. In the winter, my car leaks; I mean, when it rains water actually comes into my car. So I think this weekend I'm going to go car shopping with my father, since he is, afterall, forking the bill. But, I dunno. I wonder what other people have heard about this car.

Comic Con and babies

Fri, 30 Jul 2004 01:44:26 GMT

Out of all the comic conventions I do, Comic Con is the most tiring of the bunch. It's a lot of work, but it is always nice to hang out with the people who make our books. While I was away, Scott and Paige had their baby. Little baby Miles is now living with us, and he is the cutest little thing.

I don't have too much to say about the con. I had nice talks with a lot of the creators. They are all super nice people. I use to have a slight phobia about talking to the people who did our books because I usually had nothing more to say than "So how's that book working out for you", but I've gotten over that. Well, I'm just happy it's over till next year, and I just want to let all those who were there and who I talked to that I was super happy to see all of you again.

Pretty in Joe! Sixteen Nakamuras!

Thu, 15 Jul 2004 04:04:40 GMT

A friend of my once described my love life as a bad John Hughes movie. Something always get in the way of my romance, either it be timing, distance, Godzilla attack: something always gets in the way of me getting romantically involved with someone who I really want to, and today was no different. I woke today to find an email from a young lady who I was romantic with while I was in England. I was a student from America; she was a student from Japan both compelled to stay and study in the United Kingdom. We met through a mutual friend, and we hit it off really well. We went on a few dates and we both had a good time, and since all good things must come to an end, I went back to America, and she went back to Japan. That was two years ago. Since then we have kept in touch but we've kept it light because there is no room for romance for two people five thousand miles away. But today, oh today, I received one the most uplifting emails I have received in a long time, the young lady is coming to San Jose, and SHE WANTS TO SEE ME. Since you asked, of course I want to see her, but the rub is (and there always is a rub) I'm going to be in San Diego for the Comic Con the whole time she is here. And without the help of wacky hijinks, I do not think I’ll be able to see this young lady while she is in California. So today I was most disappointed, but there is a reason for this. There must be, or I have to believe that God is totally teasing me, like how he teased Moses in the desert.

On graduation, chicago, bad luck.

Wed, 09 Jun 2004 04:33:07 GMT

So I graduated. No really, I graduated from college. I checked my grades today, and I passed all my classes. Yeah for me!

I just recently returned from a business trip to Chicago. FYI: Chicago's nickname is not only clever but also truthful; it is indeed a windy city. I had a great time. I love going further east because the feel and the look of big cities are so much different than the look and the feel that big cities have here in the west. Big cities in the east have more of a culture and a history that are ingrained into that city. Unfortunately, San Jose has none of the charm nor any of the inspiration that cities like Chicago or New York or London have. But Chicago was fun, and the deep-dish pizza was great, oh...and I was snubbed by Jamie Lee Curtis. I kid you not. She walked right into our booth and looked around, and I said, "Hi" and was right about to give her a catalog when she held up the palm of her hand, as to indicate "don't cross the street", and said, "I'm not buying anything." Yup, it was pretty darn awesome.

So we get back home after all the star-meeting-book-selling, and my car would not start. It seemed the battery died. It happens, so I get it jumped, drive home fine and the damn thing would not start this morning. "Crap" says I, and I walked to work. So then I try to deposit my paycheck at the ATM, and I find out that my ATM card doesn't work. I recently go a magnetic money clip and the super, ultra, mega magnet that held my money in place also demagnetized my ATM card. That was mighty bad luck.

Graduation, graduation, remember your graduation

Wed, 02 Jun 2004 05:28:09 GMT

My oh my, what a weekend. I graduated from college. It started on Friday when I had my department graduation. It was outside, and for some odd reason there was no microphone. I don't know why the heads in the English department did not think of having a mike...I dunno. But because most of the speeches were very quiet I decided to turn I need to bring the funny, and bring it I did. I was loud and funny. That was Friday.
Saturday was the spectacle (read: school graduation). I had to wake up super early to make sure my house would be ready for my relatives that were coming to see me. But then the show began. I was fortunate enough that Jennifer and her husband were there to graduate with me, or I would have been all by myself and it would have been no fun, so thank you Jennifer and Brian for making graduation an experience to be shared. Then the party started...needless to say, details of my party are, in my mind, rather sketchy, but everyone who came said they had a goodtime, and I am happy they all showed up...and that was my graduation day.

School

Wed, 26 May 2004 16:16:29 GMT

I’m done! Graduation here I come. In your face San Jose State!

Ack...

Sun, 16 May 2004 22:01:48 GMT

In thirteen days I'll be graduating, and damn I am so strapped for time. Where the hell did it all go? Craps. I have three papers I have to write, a ton of reading that needs to get done and I'm sure a whole lot of other things I can't even think of right now. Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god!

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Beauty in eightteen days

Wed, 12 May 2004 04:59:19 GMT

Beauty. “Its variety is infinite, its possibility is endless. In normal life all may have it and have it yet again. The world is full of it; and yet today the mass of human beings are chocked away from it, and their lives distorted and made ugly. This is not only wrong, it is silly. Who shall right this well-nigh universal failing? Who shall let this world be beautiful? Who shall restore to men the glory of sunsets and the peace of quite sleep?”

-W.E.B. Du Bois

In eighteen days, my life as a San Jose Student will be over; however, in the game of trying to make a clean break from that institution, my head has been buried in books and my thoughts have been focused on deadlines. I have not taken the time to look around. Du Bois’s quote reminded me that I need to look up every so often during the course of these eighteen days and take a peak at why I’m trying so hard to finish school. I want to live in this world, this beautiful place.
Du Bois is right in stating that lives can become “distorted and made ugly.” It is the focus on the everyday negative-- the minor complications that fall on top of each other like so many fat kids in a doggy pile, while we are underneath them all-- that can really screw up a day. Today was a day like that for me, but I refuse to let the beauty be chocked away from me. In his essay, Du Bois lists four things that he found beautiful on that day; I will do the same:

1. Moon pies. They are good.
2. My Morning Coffee.
3. Battle Royale. Just looking at the DVD case made me smile.
4. The first Budweiser of the evening.

These things are beautiful to me in so many ways.

He's so sleepy...

Fri, 30 Apr 2004 06:00:49 GMT

he doesn't know what he's saying. Yup, tired. That is what I am.

My friend Brooke came into town this week. It was nice to have her around because when she is around, I feel smart. Not to say that I feel superior to her, but I feel smart. She and I can talk language and writing not because we want to wave our egos around, not because we are trying to show each other who is smarter but because we really like to bullshit about that kinda stuff. It's not often that I stay up till one in the morning talking about Nabokov outside a bar, which is thumping techno beats while two transvestites smoke cigarettes and adjust themselves in front of me. I'm glad she made a visit.

Shout-Outs

Tue, 06 Apr 2004 06:29:38 GMT

I'd like to give a huge ol' shou-out to my most bestest peeps for their wonderful accomplishments. Alex, getting into grad school without even getting your BS is a damn amazing feat; Myvan, getting into culinary school without making me dinner is an oversight that I hope you fix soon. I hate you both for be so being so damn talented and extraordinary. No really, I’m gonna hunt both of your first-born children and steal their souls.

In other news, the move to the 12th Street Terraces is complete. I have everything I need here DSL, beer, and the dead man’s chair. So, for those of you keeping track at home, I have moved a total of four times in the last two years. I’m hoping to be at 12th street for a least a year. I always say that the first year in a place is the toughest; I have yet to make that statement into a fact. Here’s to hoping.

Moving

Sat, 20 Mar 2004 07:07:53 GMT

There is nothing I dislike more than moving to another house. It is not exciting. It is not fun. It is annoying. It is time consuming. And it always proves to be more of a hassle than it needs to be. In case you were wondering, yes, I am moving. I will no longer be trapped within the walls of the once splendid 13th Street Promenade. I will be moving to the warm and comforting 12th Street (A clever name for my new house has yet to be coined). I'm happy about the move. I'll be living with Scott and (as of this typing, the very pregnant) Paige.
I just have a lot of crap. I never know how I always have so much stuff. I mean geez; one would think I would learn to throw out some of this stuff. I still have flashcards from Jr. High. Sure, they have all the Latin and Greek roots, and sure they would be very handy to keep around. I just have so much stuff. I really need to learn to throw stuff away. Yes, I think that now that I am moving again, I should turn a new leaf, even if it means throwing away flash cards... that could be very handy in the future; they do, after all, have the Latin and Greek roots. I think I’ll keep them.

email

Tue, 09 Mar 2004 03:38:53 GMT

At work, I always try to send out email responses to people who order catalogs. I always figure people just read them and throw them away. But this young lady thought this was funny,

i just checked my email.

this is what i sent: (to SLG)

hi. i want a catolog. gimme!

Teresa ***
**** ****** **** ****
Sacramento, CA 95828

thankyouverymuch!

this is the reply:

You want? What about my wants? Well, those aside, I've sent out your
catalog. I hope you enjoy. Thanks for your interest in our company.

Joe Nakamura
SLG Publishing

well..it made me laugh okay!!! jeezus. i take simple things very far.

Well Teresa, thanks for that. You made my day

on Spring, moving, and accidents

Mon, 08 Mar 2004 07:03:37 GMT

Spring is on the horizon. March 20th is the first day on Spring. The weather has been warm and the sun has been staying out a bit longer these days. And I enjoy this time. The time where the weather isn't too hot or too cold. It is comfortable. It allows for sitting on the porch, reading in the backyard, and barbecuing under the moonlight. But with Spring comes change and one must always move with change and that is exactly what I am doing, moving.

March 21st is when I am slated to leave the 13th Street Promenade and move to 12th street. Scott, Paige, and myself are all going to live together with the baby, which, I don't know if I mentioned here, is a boy. I'm happy to move because I'll be getting a slightly bigger room and my own bathroom. Getting my own bathroom is the most exciting thing ever. I've never had my own bathroom, so I think it's totally going to be cool that I can have as much "me" time in the bathroom as I want.

So on a not so high not, there was a huge accident at SLG this weekend. Some drunk chick plowed through the front of our office. I kid not when I say, it was complete carnage; the metal doorframe was completely taken off, glass was everywhere, Jennifer's desk was reduced to lumber, computers and scanners thrown across the room, skid marks on the carpet. It was a mess. Dan, of course, was the first one on the scene, and I arrived next around 2 am. It was nuts. I was driving down Reed Street to get there, and I could see directly into the office. That was Saturday morning. Saturday afternoon a bunch of us cleaned up, but it was a task. I'm sure we're gonna find pieces of glass everywhere for months. But we're gonna keep our heads high and keep on moving through because nothing can stop the mighty SLG, specially some drunk chick, who I'm sure is going to do some hard time for this little drunken snafu; so to the drunk girl, who will soon be rotting in her jail cell, I happily extend my middle finger and say, "Ha Ha", for you deserve all that is coming to you.

And the slut goes on...

Tue, 10 Feb 2004 06:52:04 GMT

Saturday night I had a not so pleasant encounter with a real bitch. Follow my train of thought here, and I think we will all agree that caller this particular girl a bitch is justified.

So Scott, Paige, our friend Rich, and I go to Johnny V's to go see a jazz band that was playing. I'm watching the band, and I see the woman in question talking to some guy. I think, "Oh that girl looks really familiar. I wonder if she is...(the name really doesn't matter)." So the night passes and as I go to the bar to get more beer I see the same girl dance-fucking some guy on the dance floor. I've seen that kinda thing many times, so I think nothing of it, and I go on my merry way to watch the band. I continue to make several trips to the bar and back and at each pass I see the same girl with a different guy and each time she is getting more and more of her skank on. So before the end of the evening, I just wanted to see if my initial hunch was correct, was this slutatastic girl someone I knew? I causally tap the girl on the should and ask, "You look really familiar. Did we go to the same junior high?" And automatically, like I actually had hit on this girl before, she grabs my hand and says, "Oh sweetie! Why don't you try something else original, like 'You have such beautiful eyes.'" I was stunned; I didn't know what to say. Nevertheless, in my less-than-sober state, I blurt, "You have such beautiful eyes?" I didn't get it. The girl then leans against a wall and points, "This is my man. I'm with him." And the guy nods. The whole night while she was making babies on the dance floor, I had not seen that guy. I didn't know what to do; I just left, angry and drunk but not in any positive sense.

I mean, so I can understand the girl for being a bit on the defensive side. She was cute and I am sure that she does get hit on all the time, but honestly I wasn't interest. Just her gall and the way she talked to me, pissed me off. I just don't get why some people have to be so rude. Well, I sure she gave some lucky man the clap that night, if he didn't have it already.

School...

Tue, 03 Feb 2004 07:28:55 GMT

it's back. I'm tired. I almost never realize how much I truly dislike San Jose State until I walk on to campus. All the dirty construction, the crappy buildings, the jerky people just make me sick. I just want to finish this semester and move on with my life. Well enough of this.

On a different note my roommates, Scott and Paige, are having a baby boy. I am super happy for them, and they have yet to decide on a name for the boy. I think Joe is a great name, but I think they have different ideas.

Nostalgia

Thu, 22 Jan 2004 08:28:23 GMT

So I ran into an old girlfriend on IM this evening, and it is a funny thing how the old adage, "The more things change, the more they stay the same", applies. We were chatting and she said something that I jumped on (it has something to do with the restaurant By the Bucket) and made a stupid scene about it just to annoy her. She then, is response, ignored me until I was finished. Ah, the good old days. But it was so easy to fall into that routine. And I question that. Why did that happen? Why did I know what was gonna happen even before I did it? I dunno. Later in the conversation, I noticed how devoid of humor that whole chatting session had been; I've been to livelier funerals, so I just had to stop talking to her. But it's funny the things she remembered about me and my life, yet the whole ordeal makes me remember why we aren't together and how I'm happy she's with somebody else and that she's happy. Don't be surprised by my sentiment. I may be the meanest guy in the office, but I'm not an asshole. But little reminders like this, just make me realize what kind of person I'd like to spend my time with, it's always good have a little emotional kick in the pants every so often.

Pilates Day 3

Thu, 08 Jan 2004 03:16:20 GMT

In a word, sore. That is how I will describe myself after three days of pilates class. The class is taught by a little Japanese lady, who yells like a foreman, shouting "push your 'power house'* to the mat". There are three guys in the whole class; one is gay, one is creepy, and then there is me (Yeah, let myself wide open for jokes...bring it!) so I think I have a good chance of meeting someone in this class, not that meeting girls was the original intent of me taking this class, but when life hands you lemons...try and squeeze some boobs...er, I mean, not squeeze boobs. I dunno. I think it's funny that I'm taking this class because I always scoff at the idea of me ever joining a gym; I do not have to discipline that it takes to work out, yet here I am. Well it should be fun.

*I really dunno what the power house is, but I hear it's somewhere below the navel. Hell, I've been calling that area the "Happy trail".