japanese independent film generally has strong, independent woman protagonists. anime fans looking down on anyone is kinda boneheaded when it’s japanese entertainment for 16-21 year old incels.

the fact that it’s the only japanese culture besides samurais, sumo and manga that america even knows about tells you everything you need to know about america.

alien: “what’s the difference between this bag and that bag?” --he gestures to the gucci bag on my shoulder and the bag on my photographers shoulder, probably from wal-mart; i wouldn’t know.

human: “mine is a gucci.”

alien: “what about his?”

human: “it’s cheap” --her eyes can’t hide the disdain toward his bag.

alien: "does yours hold more items? did you finally solve the infinite pouch paradox?’

human: “stop being weird… it’s a better brand, a luxurious brand…”

alien: “what’s luxury?”

human: "let me consult with chatgtp, give me a second.’

alien: ‘but does it hold more items???’

human: “no, it holds the same amount of items.”

the alien flies away.

what else would matter look like in space? isn’t it all black–all dark?

this is just an uneducated observation but modern geniuses don’t accomplish much other than coming up with buzzwords.

typical shareholder meeting in america:

ceo: i’ve come to a stunning conclusion, and i don’t want to ruffle too many feathers or cause a heart attack–we know what happened to MCfunky last week.

uneasy laughter

ceo: but i have a crazy idea that i’m sure is going to shock everyone in the room, and i’m hesitant to even say this out loud, but, how about we cut one employee per store and raise the prices on ALL items by a nickel!

the room of shareholders went completely silent, until the oldest of the bunch cut a huge fart. what happened next was a raucous laughter that wasn’t heard since the first test screening of ‘a princess bride’ and a round of applause that was usually reserved for a barack obama speech @ $200k a seat (champagne optional).

the forbes editor who was deployed to the meeting immediately came in his pants and a rothschild graciously committed to buying him a new pair, despite the known frugality of the ultra-wealthy (they wouldn’t be rich if they didn’t know how to work a penny). she told him, ‘meet me on rodeo drive next week and i got you covered’ but he missed the appointment because he was supposed to cover alysa liu’s birthday extravaganza.

she was fat anyway, at least that what he told himself. she was kinda fat by european or asian standards but we were in america and the rules of the wild west still apply. who cares how much money she has. alysa dyed her hair green this week. that’s all that really matters,.

i don’t get angry because they rearranged the store, i get angry because they ONLY rearranged the store so some worthless, nepo-baby dipshit can justify their existence at the company because they came to the conclusion–after 25 focus groups-- that it’d increase shareholder value by $0.0003 to move the pasta to aisle 3