Body Identified as Crayon Shin-chan's Yoshito Usui

On Sunday, authorities have identified the body discovered at Arafune mountain as that of missing Crayon Shin-chan manga creator Yoshito Usui through dental records and other means.

The body was discovered 120 meters below the mountain's Tomoiwa cliff and reported at about 10:25 a.m. on Saturday by a male climber. Usui's backpack, camera, and other items had fallen about 50 meters away. Inside Usui's backpack was his mobile phone, wallet, and clothes. A police helicopter from Gunma Prefecture airlifted the body on Sunday afternoon. Police from the nearby town of Shimonita concluded that the 51-year-old creator died from collapsed lungs and other injuries sustained across his entire body sometime in the afternoon of September 11.

According to Usui's family, Usui had said that he was "going hiking for a day in Gunma Prefecture," as he often did, on the morning of September 11. His mobile phone was last detected in the vicinity of Karuizawa, a town about 100 kilometers (about 60 miles) northwest of his Kasukabe home, on Monday. Karuizawa is located in the mountainous eastern part of Nagano Prefecture, near the border of the equally mountainous Gunma Prefecture.

In particular, Usui was said to have expressed his intent to climb the Arafune mountain, which towers 1,422 meters (4,665 feet) high at the border between Nagano and Gunma Prefectures. According to Gunma Prefecture's police, there are no guardrails near the top of Tomoiwa cliff, but the established climber's trail is too far from the cliffside for someone to fall. Authorities had been searching this area since his wife reported his disappearance on September 12, after he did not return the night before.

The editorial staff at Futabasha's Manga Town magazine has stated on Sunday night that the "future publication [of Crayon Shin-chan] is to be determined." Futabasha said it was "going through great shock, now that the worst outcome has come to past. There are no words to express the anguish of the surviving family, but we just pray for his happiness in the next world."

Update: More background information added.

Update 2: Crayon Shin-chan follows the exploits of Shinnosuke Nohara, a mischievous (fictional) kindergartner in Usui's own Kasukabe City. Usui launched the manga in Futabasha's Weekly Manga Action magazine in August 1990, and he has continued to work on the series after moving it to Manga Town and other Futabasha magazines. Shin'ei Doga has been adapting it into a top-5-rated television anime series since 1992, and the television series has itself inspired 17 anime films.

CMX Manga has been releasing Yoshito Usui's original Crayon Shin-chan manga in English in North America. Funimation has been adapting the Shin-chan television anime series into dubbed English, and the Adult Swim network used to run episodes every Sunday morning.

Update 3: According to Futabasha in a Monday news conference, the last photograph in Usui's digital camera was of the bottom of the cliff from the vantage point of the top. Futabasha's staffers believe that Usui accidentally fell while taking photographs of the cliff.

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Hey oh!

Okay, okay it's been a while. I'll post something soon I promise. But for the mean time here's something wtf inducing.

Right.

After graduation you gave yourself one month off to get your crap together. Now, you know for a fact that you have taken far longer breaks. Actually when you were younger it would come regularly, two months or so; Summer vacation. And when you were little bit older than being young(what?) you would randomly take breaks just because you want to and just because you can, no one cares as long as you advance to the next grade when you're suppose to. So why is that you're bored out of your mind? You're not getting anything done, nothing amazing or relevant or mind-blowing or shocking is happening(don't care much for swine flu and sex tapes).And because of the lack of natural occurring awesomeness you try and introduce some to your system. Plan to make the biggest or the most of so and so. Try to be the fastest in this or that. But you end up not pushing through because you're out of butter and because someone who doesn't even bother to update they're blog everyday couldn't possibly get a book published in one month.

So, you have nothing to show for for that month off aside from a root canal-ed molar. And do you know what the worse part is? You still have one week left.

You Mothers!

Why is that mothers have this special power to make things suddenly all better?

It doesn't matter what your problem is or how long you've stressed out about it. The moment she says that it'll be okay and that she'll be there for you it's all rainbows and butterflies.

Happy Mother's Day to all the moms in the world! But most specially to my mom.

I love you!

3 in 1

I was back from school before 11:30 this morning. Wow. I guess it's true what they say about early comers, huh?

Finally, I got my tickets for the graduation ceremony that's one less thing to worry about now it's just a matter of finding the dress and the shoes but before I get to any of that let's have a flashback, shall we?

Monday.

In my hands are the most coveted PINK CARDS. The cards that are virtually useless because they have the gradesheets anyway and you have your class cards but for some reason you won't be able to graduate without them.

Photocopied class cards. Check.
Duly accomplished pink cards. Check.
Some signatures. Check.
Validated receipts. No go.

The lines were too long and there's no way I'm lining up for hours. How abut a treat then? The sister and I went to the mall and had frozen yogurt, some fastfood, bought a cd for the kid and had ice cream. I was disappointed by the Doc Martens store in Babyland. There were only a handful but the price tag was really jaw dropping. 999. Holy cow! We saw it while we were in the cab on our way to the mall. We freaked out a bit and told each other that we are definitely stopping by later...and I already told you what happened next.

We were walking in the rain having fun. Sister is really happy with her The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus album courtesy of yours truly.

Enough fun time for some pain. Time for some of my Guerrilla tactics. Guerrilla payment is something that some impatient yet smart and sensible(heh) students do when the lines are too long which is 99% of the time. They leave and come back later in the day when everybody else is done and the lines are no longer there. Sometimes it works sometimes it does not. Lady Luck must have been on my side because it worked! I was the person before the last person. Imagine that.

I was very pleased with myself after that. I even called me unbelievably awesome. I was also unbelievably tired. Well, not really but it ties the whole thing up, doesn't it?

Tuesday and Wednesday

These two days muddled into each other. Pretty much did the same thing I did on Monday. Walking. Waiting. Had my mutilated clearance sheet signed by some people who seem to be important but aren't. And then suddenly I have enough signatures and receipts to claim my COC. Yet another piece of paper that been hyped up and put in a pedestal that when you actually get it you're disappointed because it really is nothing but a piece of paper.

Thurday aka Today

Like I said got the tickets. Quick happy dance. Some woo's. And one more yay. There end of celebration.

LAZY

It's a square

Whenever people describe me one word would always come up: weird.

So, whenever people ask me to describe myself I say "weird." And then people would ask what's weird about me I would then tell them the things people say that's weird. And then people who asked would say, "Well, that's not weird at all."

Well, here's the deal, I've been called weird my entire life, I've been weird my entire life. Weird seem to fit, weird sounds right. So weird I am.

Now, I've never been the one to depend on people to define who or what I am (c'mon they don't even know what color socks I'm wearing and I would let them tell me what I really am) but I've met normal. Ive been with normal. And normal people do horrible stuff. They kill, they betray, they sell each other out. Normal doesn't seem to work for me. Same goes with friends.

People have friends so I've heard. And the people they call friends always have a ready knife to stab them with. They also steal each others boyfriends, call their BFF's sluts and whores. See, if that's what a friend is I don't want a friend and I don't want to be anyone's friend. In fact don't even try and associate me with that word. I get really uncomfortable around it. You know that goat that seems to die when stunned that happens to me a little bit inside when people start throwing that word around. Although it always astounds me when people say that I'm their friend. Astounding but uncomfortable...but astounding.....buuutttt uncomfortable.

Still count your blessings, kid, the people who insist on calling you the f word are people you actually like.