So I decided to start a blog again. Not because I have any interesting stories to share, not because I have certain outlooks/viewpoints/opinions I want to push upon people (although those may come up in the course of time), but to spite my brother. He has been living in Japan for almost two years and has not fulfilled his obligation to me by blogging about his presumably awesome life. I say presumably because I would like to think he is living the life of king, but for all I know he is running drugs for the Yakuza and getting his fingers chopped off.
2 posts! How am I supposed to live vicariously through him with only 2 posts? The nerve of some people.
Anyway, I’ll try to keep this updated with random things that happen/I like, which will probably only interest me. So I guess this blog will not appeal to anyone. Oh well. It might serve to be therapeutic, or used in the future as a reference of what weird, comic book reading, retail obsessive people were like in the 21st century.
As for the blog’s address name - “Hans, Boobie” was a piece of the dialogue exchanged between the ultimate 80’s douche-bag Harry Ellis and not-so-incompetent German terrorist Hans Gruber in the American classic film “Die Hard” (Ellis is the smug, bearded man pictured above).