Nogizaka46’s 26th single released today. Yamashita Mizuki is the center for this one. She’s the first non-1st Generation member to center a single outside of an air drop. She’s also one of my favorites, so you know that I’m supporting her. Yes. I have the CDs already.
It’s such an important release for the group, and I hope it does well.
The title is translated as “I will come to like myself.” I should listen to them. You should, too.
Wow.
The hill we climb.
On the eve of the inauguration of Joe Biden as the 46th President of the United States, one can’t help but wonder about these last four years. Like the whole time, could there have a been a worse person to be the leader of the US? And can you imagine how much we regressed as a society? Not to mention the untold hundreds of thousands of people would still be alive with a person who actually cared.
Well, Joe Biden cares. He is not a black-hearted, ugly person like Donald Trump. It is a low bar to clear to be more decent than Trump, but I think Biden will. He’s already shown too much sympathy for the other side.
Perhaps, all the fears of the right should be realized. We do need a healthy dose of socialism around here. Let’s start today.
One final “FUCK OFF” for Donald Trump. Let’s not hear about that guy until the day he dies.
Welp. Sayonara to 2020. And good riddance. Let’s hope that 2021 will be much, much better.
I hope you have a good year coming. Let’s make it one for everyone.
Happy New Year!
I hope all things are well with you and your family. In this troubling year, a bit of warmth and comfort is somewhat healing.
Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays!
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
Clement Clarke Moore
Nothing. I may have only seen a handful of films in theaters before the Rona hit. I haven’t been back. I’m too scared.
Going to movie theaters was a fun thing for me. The fact that I haven’t been back in a while, that I don’t know if I’ll ever go back, and that they may all disappear is just another of those things that 2020 has robbed us of.
The best film of 2020? I don’t think I have the heart to muster up such a sad, sad list.
In my own going vendetta to get you to stop using Google products, you may wonder how to defeat this monster. I don’t know. Maybe ask these fools.
People, why do you use Chrome? Why, internet people, do you think it’s the best browser?
I know of the Internet Explorer of 2020. It’s Chrome, and it has taken over the browser share like IE back in the day. Like IE, it’s just stupid that it has become the default browser. People, we’ve been down this rainy street before. Stop. Don’t give to Google. They already own the internet.
Take it from me, someone who has measured it out!
Hori Miona’s going to graduate from Nogizaka46. I think I cried more for her’s than for Nishino’s. It hits hard like a truck. She centered my first favorite Nogizaka song, Barette. I wish her all the best.
I also really like this song.
