Furi-Kuri: Amusing Fun with a Great Series Title:

I like playing around with people. It’s not to be cruel or get a subtle and delicate impression of being a puppet master of a situation—though I do it for puppet master half the time—but I do find myself drawn into dealing the odd comment to veer something into a favourable direction, the situation occurred once and now I’m veering off from what I began to do this article for. The game of Furi-Kuri is amusing and funny, when you try to slip Furi-Kuri into the odd conversation—what does Furi-Kuri mean? I hear some of you ask. The terms is funny, and has a extra piece of amusement when you’re the only one who knows what it mean and everything else is assuming it makes a good title for something—which it does of course (Fooly Cooly of a new modality).

Furi-Kuri simply means: The fondling of woman breasts. If you can imagine the situation where someone thinks it makes a good title from the suggestion thrown in (by myself of course), then it’s not my fault if it got chosen….it wasn’t chosen, but the reception was amusingly positive for it to be the last three left of our fragmented voting cycle.

The game of Furi-Kuri simply involves dropping it into conversation—the kind of conversation to do with naming something—and seeing if it picked up by anyone. This game might seem a little under developed, but I think it has the potential to be turned into a little piece of amusement towards someone saying it completely unaware of what it means beyond someone suggesting it.

Getting it used as a title or someone using it—after a situation of lying to them on the meaning or vague—could be fun if it ever happens and so, I shall encourage the use of Furi-Kuri by others. If I fail at least I tried, but if I succeed then I have succeeded.

Such potential fun to be used.

Thought of the Day: September 22nd:

My nose is running and my mind is on a depressive slump slowly dipping into a vertical fall into the unending abyss. Does life have to be so cruel on my mind half the time? Or is it just me and the acceptance of the depressive slump?