15 April 2010

Hentai is bad for you

For the innocent, a definition from Wikipedia:

Hentai (変態 or へんたい) is a Japanese word that, in the West, is used when referring to sexually explicit or pornographic comics and animation, particularly those of Japanese origin such as anime, manga and computer games (see Japanese pornography). In Japan it can be used to mean "metamorphosis" or "abnormality". The word "hentai" has a negative connotation to the Japanese and is commonly used to mean "sexually perverted".


I mean, I'm a generally accepting sort of fellow. My first, gut reaction, though, is something along the lines of 'ew.'

From a BBC article, there's even more reason for 'ew' now:

A new type of malware infects PCs using file-share sites and publishes the user's net history on a public website before demanding a fee for its removal.

The Japanese trojan virus installs itself on computers using a popular file-share service called Winni, used by up to 200m people.

It targets those downloading illegal copies of games in the Hentai genre, an explicit form of anime.

Website Yomiuri claims that 5500 people have so far admitted to being infected.


Ew.

In slightly lighter (and easily punnable) news, also from the BBC:

Police in South Carolina have arrested a man who allegedly assaulted another guest at a motel with a four-ft (1.2m) python after a row over loud music.

The alleged victim, who was not badly injured, told police he had complained about music coming from the other man's room and they had had a row.

Hours later, the man came up to him from behind, tapped his shoulder and thrust the snake in his face, he said.

He was so shaken, he added, that he had to take a three-hour shower afterwards.

Tony Smith, 29, was charged with assault and battery after the altercation, police in Rock Hill said.

The Rock Hill police incident report lists the type of weapon used in the alleged assault on Jeffery Culp, 47, as "other".


'other' indeed. And I do think that after having a four-foot python thrust into one's face, a three-hour shower is in order.

From this Rick Reilly article on chessboxing:

The doctor and the ref examined the swelling under Woolgar's eye, but let the bout continue. Which meant he had to go play chess with one eye, one glove, and a spinning brain. Luckily, Telford's mind was also moving at the speed of cold honey tipped over. The two of them made only three moves in four minutes. It was the Stupor Bowl. Perhaps even the ref was woozy, because he did nothing to speed them up. Suddenly, they were back in the ring, and this time Woolgar was on the counselor like freckles on Opie. He pummeled him in the corner, against the ropes, with his back to the lights, everything. The crowd was beside itself as the bell rang.

As they sat down for chess and Round Nine, Telford's brain must've been on sleep mode, because, by expert accounts, he played chess like a poodle on Xanax. "Twice in five moves he was oblivious to the long-range diagonal threat of the Black queen," RajKO wrote breathlessly of the match later. The second time, 2:23 into the round, Woolgar delivered checkmate.

All of which led to a deliriously happy chess boxer named Tim Woolgar accepting his honor as the Great Britain Chess Boxing Organization Heavyweight Champion of the World from Great Britain Chess Boxing Organization director Tim Woolgar. It was a very easy picture to take. One guy. Plus, nobody thought to make up a belt.


Yup. First time I've ever heard someone described as playing chess like a poodle on Xanax. Not sure if it'll be the last or not, though I can't imagine that it'll be relevant to all that many of the sorts of situations I find myself in day to day.


Lastly (because PDQ Bach is awesome) -


All y'all have a great day! I'm off to do a wee bit more reading, then head to campus.