boogie man

A totally lazy bear Sunday. *and I’m not talking about the circuit party in California. Chad was pooped from working back-to-back supervisor shifts this week so he was tired… Kevin was tired… I was nap prone.

A stack of Netflix discs came in on Saturday, so when not sleeping – we were watching movies – three of which were quite odd.

The last time he was in town, jacked01 introduced Kevin to a series of Anime titled Urotsukidoji. Kev found all three volumes on Netflix.

Typcially Anime – it’s hyper-violent and hard to follow… Except this series mixes graphic sexuality right into the gore-mix. Regularly through the plots turns, doe-eyed pokeman women will either willfully have sex with, or get raped by trans-dimensional demons.

I could theorize about how the Japanese have a cultural preoccupation with violence and apocalyptic imagery. (I guess from the last great war?). But.. We’re obviously not Japanese – and couldn’t take our eyes off of the six hour sex death and destruction marathon.

Maybe it’s because they’re free from Christian expectations, they can freely punch these primal / base buttons at will… and at the same time.

Maybe I should shut the hell up and stop acting like I’m a socio-cultural anthropologist.

Maybe I should deny blogging… right about….

now.