Observations on a Chibi (The Aussie)

chibi, n.
1. Japanese A "short person" or "small child." The word has gained currency amongst fans of manga and anime. Its meaning is of someone or some animal that is small. It can be translated as "little," but is not used the same way as chiisana (tiny, small, little in Japanese).

2. N. American A gremlin, stinky, self-manufactured crackhead, college roommate

The Chibi (smidgetus africanus) originates from TZ on the east coast of Africa and has been in existence for 20 + years. The odd one in a family of 4 daughters, the chibi seems to have been the product of a mutated gene strain that makes her prone to lush-like behavior, intentional politically incorect dialogue and psuedo hyper-sexuality.

Personal Observations:

Fall '05 - Spring '06
First sighting of the Chibi was 09/05 Room C of W36. She believed herself to be among giants when she first encountered my family and myself (all of us of the altus negrus species) and approached us with a fearful timidity befitting her stature. The chibi appeared to be of a species with which I would be able to effectively communicate and soon after meeting the other species of W36, the chibi and I decided it would be best to occupy the same quarters. At first we encountered some differences of opinion due to previous cultural experience. But the Chibi proved to be the most interesting, tolerant, enjoyable, and sane of the W36 species set and she quickly became the person with whom I spent most of my time. By the end of the year, the Chibi and I decided to remain rooming companions for the upcoming year.

Highlights: The Owl the first week, blankets, W dirty sex, the futon, gimme dat, lion king alarm, porn and expresso (so wasn't there for that one), reach out and touch, corners, potato/vodka, xmas lights, 5 people 2 beds what?, disney girls, school house rock (3 is a magic number)

Fall '06 - Spring '07
The year began with a relocation of living quarters to the land of the quadlings. The room was substantially bigger and the Chibi and I were fairly satisfied. However this made waking each other from sleep exponentially difficult. Hence the practice of object throwing was invented. It started with the shoes. The Chibi and I did not have as many interactions due to scheduling conflicts, extracurricular activities and different choices of recreation activities but the love was still there...especially when finals came around.

Highlights: shoe bucket, next day recap, movie night, 300, south park, hall window, gchat, whitfield, Halloween (nun, school girl, cop, detective), new york, dreamgirls, promise video

Fall '07 - Spring '08
The first year the Chibi and I technically lived apart though we were still connected through the bathroom. Which also meant the first time we could independently control the room tempature. There was tropical storm in the bathroom everyday, apparently Chibis work best in tropical conditions. The sembiotic existence was extremely solidfied and the system of interaction became automatic. We also learned a very valueable lesson in how not to bite off more than we can chew. The second half of the year we were unfortunately (for the world) left alone to influence each other without outside guidance. 'Twas an "interesting" time in life and many boundaries were blown to bits. Was also the first year the Chibi was classified as the Chibi.

Highlights: T4, blow-out #1, boy-translation, theories, "interesting", planets, relationship book, monsoon in the bathroom, off campus, alternative taxis, barcelona, san sebastian, diseased child, gremlin, blockbuster, hostile takeover, shirts, double trouble, post-it note wall, tip shoes

Fall '08 - Spring '08
This is the last year the Chibi and I will be spending together. We have grown quite accostumed to and comfortable with each other. Somehow the strange relationship has gotten stranger and there are no signs that it will be returning to normalcy any time soon. There are doubts as to whether it will be possible to live with another species after living so long with a thing like a smidgetus africanus.

Highlights (so far): justice book, esl, respiratory, Palin, Fables, Ruby-syndrome, Aussie, rexy/lemmie, VH1 addiction, MVDVDs...

(belated) Good luck on your midterm Cheebs!
-The Aussie
Mogwai Sorry Song (stop denying your people!)
Gizmo
Gremlins

Bubble Fish Notes (The Doodler)

Jesus Saves, I Spend
St. Vincent
Marry Me

The AA Advertising Experiment (The Analyst)

What do you think of this picture? Without the context, what is your first reaction? Well I took an informal poll with my crazy...eclectic...friends and this is what came out of it. (Any updates I'll post them later

me: how?... i know it's physically possible because she's doing it but what are all the technical aspects of that body position and can it be done by an average person, hence staring for 3 min. (and the answer is yes. it can be done by an average person. i made cheche do it... even though she claims to be completely non-flexible... i got her to do a elbow triangle inversion thing too where she almost touched her head with her feet but that's another story)

chibi: ooooo pretty... can i have it as a desktop?

cheche (chibi's sister): THAT is impossible... are you sure it's not photoshopped?

isadora & alayaka (blockmates #3 & #4): this ad is pointless. nobody would ever wear that. men are stupid for thinking that's realistic.

tvu: its degradin. say its pretty messed up. why r her legs opened...but actually its becomin more common in fashion advertisin. these crazy positions. i would question whether she is a dancer. but im aware of how sexist the media is.

heartstocking: I just don't get why the leg is necsssary. haha. like it's not even sexual to me. it ruins the entire composition.

gmdbj: naturally, i feel obligated to be like "man, that's exploiting women and has nothing to do with the product"
but the ad is hot

littlebrother: instantly reminded me of this http://www.panopticist.com/graphics/hustler_june_1978.gif

Of course in Hootenanny today I overhear a whole conversation about AA taking the "sexuality" out their magazine and making their whole advertising strategy revolve more around family-friendly images to appeal to the "gap buying" demographic of yuppie mothers who would like to take their kids shopping with them.

Which, in turn, links to the entire conservative trend of advertising, media, and programming that has been steadily rising since 9/11 to provide a means to obtaining a sense of security through the image of a "wholesome" american lifestyle. Then there's the new teen image where it's cool to be the invisible, non-rebellious kid who ultimately succeeds because they play by the rules (Juno, Nick and Nora... there's more coming...just wait for it) or the "new man" who is allowed to feel and ultimately wants a stable relationship which will lead to a family (dude-flicks.. chick-flicks for guys, started with wedding crashers most recently made of honor... don't worry they're going to be getting chickier in the next few years).

Great ad. Sex sells and it definitely caught my attention. But then again, I think they should legalize prostitution.

-The Analyst
Seduce Me Tonight
Cycle V
Flashdance Soundtrack

Light Star's Light Star (The Addict)

So I did a make your own mad lib poem online... this is what I got:

light star's light star

"I dances my paints and all the killer twirls candy-coated;
I kissed my fires and all is yearn again.
(I love I dances you up inside my mars.)

The marker go liveing out in charming and drunk,
And special paint twirls in:
"I dances my killers and all the fire twirls candy-coated;

I kisseded that you yearned me into mars
And love me busy, dancesed me quite candy-coated.
(I love I dances you up inside my mars.)

sister twirls from the marker, paint's killers kissed:
Exit fire and president's mars:
"I dances my killers and all the fire twirls candy-coated;

I yearned you'd love the way you said,
But I dances old and I twirl your name.
(I love I dances you up inside my mars.)

I should have killerd a fire instead;
At least when mars kisseds they yearn back again.
"I dances my killers and all the fire twirls candy-coated;

(I love I dances you up inside my mars.)

- The Writer & Sylvia Plath

Create Your Own Madlib on LanguageIsAVirus.com


Can we say...hot mess?