From Lifestyle Model to Combination Theory

http://www.bam-b.com

From Lifestyle Model to Combination Theory
http://www.bam-b.com

A cramp in my hard drive ate some one thousand e-mails. The disk stiffened up, and from now on, I correspond from memory. But, not to worry: I don’t use a seatbelt, and I don’t make backups; tabula rasa to the third power.

The interesting addresses (URL’s) are spread via e-mail. The good addresses are easy to remember: they’re good precisely because it is easy to remember them. I received bam-b.com, for example, three times, the first time last year, when the website comprised only one page. Since then, however, it is evident that this little animal has started to grow. Faiyaz Jafri has not lost any time: of the promised five, four are already up, and this is without making mention of that lifestyle model which can be reached by clicking upon the banner visible at the bottom of the page. In fact, this might be perhaps the best possible intro into the rather strange pages on the site. At first sight, the formula appears to be child’s play: proper consumption meets the appropriate lifestyle. All of this in a nice, easy-to-follow graphic language; knowledge condensed into gif-animations. Even a child would understand. Understand? What exactly?

We can get the first answer to the question in relation to the Bam-b Fluid chapter. It becomes immediately obvious here that the story does not play out so much in the present as in rather some sort of gene-mixed future. Or rather, in the imagination. What is still not completely clear, however, is: in what kind of imagination? In any case, I blushed upon seeing the scientific? fantastic! diagrams illustrating the technical details of the unaccustomed union between the plastic girl and the plastic cat. In my girlish embarrassment, I clicked quickly through, all the way until the plastic cat was transformed into a plastic fawn, but only the spectacle of the fawn joined with the fawn-snowflakes allowed for repose. Here I began to have an inkling that I had become entangled in an entire evolutionary chain, in which the interrelationships between the plastic fawns and the plastic girl, the plastic boy and the plastic cat unfold before us as a result. Bam-b, bambi, bewildered ba-b(y)…

Clicking upon the junction of Alien propagation, conjecture becomes knowledge, according to which these are not the pages of a medicine chest, nor do they contain popular science material. If we want to categorise the thing at all costs, we could call the manifestation most suitably popular-fantastic, but perhaps we would not be far from the truth were we to simply circumscribe the thing as manga. Please allow me to avoid explaining now exactly what manga is – those who are not familiar with it should search it out.

In spite of the fact that paging further through the four breast functions does not elucidate them completely, finally I investigate more thoroughly the starting interface diagrams, and I become conscious of the fact that I see the stories of the five body-parts of a fawn. The Fluid chapter is thus the story of the bambi-eye, Alien propagation of the bambi-ear, Cutex of the bambi-tail, Nova&Sega of the bambi-bottom, and the not-yet-ready, not-yet-linked part is that of the bambi-hoof.

Therefore, Bambi the fawn would be the key-figure in Jafri’s Combination Theory. Bambi, as interface between man and aliens. Hmmm. This whole combination theory, of course, renders the embroilment of contemporary facts truly agitated. Like, for example, the interdependency between the thinning of the ozone layer and the ever-increasing numbered factors of sun-block lotions. Or the post-AIDS overtones of the pensive story of Nova&Sega.

Although this entire phenomenon is three-star, I would by no means recommend the Cutex chapter for minors; moreover, nor for those who in their search for manga, did not find this type of fantasy-format originating in Japan amiable.

Those who skipped Cutex, but perused the rest, can cry their way through the tragic story of Nova&Sega. The end of sex is asex: green jelly and death. Bye-bye, Bam-b, peace in rest!