It's that time again.  That time indeed.  It's around that time when one of those saints (and his patrons, whatever professions or status they may be)
gets his own day and we don't clearly remember what the original meaning of it is, but we make our own meanings of it by buying lots of stuff, giving out things to people we like and decorating various objects in garish colors.

That, my friends, is Christmas, which was two months ago.

Err...today is Valentine's day, one of those days where everything is just overtly pink, because the color pink somehow symbolizes either love, girliness, or good ol' saint valentine.  So go put on your pink suits, and adorn your head with pink glasses, while wearing pink shoes and socks, and walk down the street and be stared at like some kind of perverted stalker, expressing your love through the power of being pink, swinging around your decked out pimp cane, wooing all the girls on the way down. Though I hear pimp canes are purple, not pink.  Oh well.  I now give you time to go press that heart in the upper-left hand side so you may continue with this website in all it's pink glory.

Even if you don't know me, you probably know well my Valentine's archetype: one of those persons whose never actually received a real valentine, one that was given to you after your time in Elementary school where everyone was filled with obligation on Valentine's day after making bags for an entire week to hold all the cards you were going to get from people you didn't know and the teacher (even your friends gave you standards most of the time), and doesn't really know why people bother to think about Valentine's day as an actual day of something, and doesn't bother to really celebrate it by giving out cards or anything.  Oh, and doesn't have someone to give it to specifically, so if he did he would either be flirting with people or just doing it out of obligation.  If I were in Japan, I'd be one of the many boys who would open their shoe lockers to the sad, sad look of one devoid of anything but shoes and air, probably not even getting one out of obligation -- I'd be unlikely to get one of those either.  To be honest, I'm kind of glad I'm not in Japan: on White Day (March 14) I don't think I could take giving chocolates to anyone, even obligatory ones -- and all the girls will slowly exclude me from anything that I want to do, until I become an outcast in the society known as "gakuen".

In any case, before you start pestering me about things like pity and mocking, you should know that Valentine's day usually takes a pretty harsh role in Nayrbian life; at least for Badguy and me anyway. Goodguy seems rather indifferent.  Ever since a certain incident, every other year, we basically have to tie Badguy to a tree with really good rope that he can't bite through, and keep away from him the entire day, lest he start doing things like begging and pleading or killing and destroying.  This usually keeps the world safe for another two years, and Badguy from acting on all those grudges that make him go crazyevilcrazy.

Why every other year , you ask?  Well, the first time we had to do it, every time I looked at him through the window he always looked really, really sad.  And when he noticed I was looking at him, he started making puppy-dog eyes and welling up tears.  Mind you, his hands were tied and he never took his shades off.  He was making puppy-dog eyes through the shades, that's how bad it was that day.  So, we instead let him off every other year, and, since he was tied up the year before, his usually a lot happier to celebrate being free on Valentine's then to go and add to his jars.

By the way, this happens to be a free year.

I don't have much to add today.  I think I'll end it here for fear that the front page may be about to explode.

 I also recently discovered that this site hates firewalls.  It was an unexpected twist.