I saw a man's disembodied penis floating around on the television today. In a cartoon no less. It was very disturbing. My host siblings were watching a cartoon about bumbling police officer, who in today's episode managed to drink a bottle of invisible ink along with his afternoon tea. This of course, turned him invisible and of course, hijinks ensued, culminating in a bank robber taking a woman hostage, and threatening to shoot her if he saw anyone coming after him (insert wah-wah here). So, Officer Invisible sneaks in, tell that hostage that it's okay, the invisible police were there to rescue her (or so I assume; that part went completely over my head). The robber, sensing that something was amiss, turns around and at that very moment the officer's wang decides to put in an appearance (there was a digital mosaic covering that part of the screen, so it just looked like a flesh colored blob of something, but still..). Then the woman started screaming, the robber started screaming, and the officer started screaming. Then the robber took off running, only to look behind him and see the disembodied, floating, screaming penis in hot pursuit. At that point the rest of the police show up and nab the robber, with the media hot on their heels. Of course that's the very moment when the ink wore off completely… Funny stuff, that TV gadget is.

As for the day itself, I have but one word: freaking hot. The kind of hot where the only things that move are the little kids who don't care. Okaasan spent a good portion of the afternoon lying in front of the fan watching TV (which is by far the longest period of time I've ever known her to be stationary for, and that includes when she supposedly sleeps). I spent the day hanging about the living room, drinking lots of water and sporadically writing. I haven't let my lack of a functioning personal computer slow me down too much. I went flipping through the writing notebooks that I'd brought along to see what interesting things I had assigned to naught but ink and paper, and stumbled across the start of my long promised Armored Core fanfic For those of you not in the know, AC is a game that has you assuming the role of the mercenary pilot of a walking battle tank. It has all sorts of spiffy options for building your own specialized engine of doom, although the plot is pure fluff - dystopian future, mega-corportations own everything, everyone lives underground because the surface is full of radiation and evil cheese. I always thought that there were a few seeds of potential stories lurking in the game somewhere, and every time I played promised that one day I'd grow a right fine story out of one of them. A while back, during a particularly boring lecture, I whipped out my notebook and finally carried through, but due to the general mental malaise I fell under shortly thereafter, it along with all my other writing projects, was forgotten. So taking that oh so febrile beginning I once again resumed writing, creating a story full of intrigue, innuendo, and a guy who really needs to get out more often. Although, once again, I think I might've missed the point of the whole effort, because for a fic based on a game where the sole point is to walk around in a giant tank and blow things up, there is a serious dearth of stuff getting blown up. In fact, in the entire first part, I don't think I blew up anything period. There's some gunfire, but that's confined to a small part of a single scene. Instead, I spent the whole time writing character development and plot evolution. Like that is what makes a story enjoyable, and not guys going around shouting, "Rawr! Me got big robot! You go boom now!"