When I was younger, I always wanted to be an astronaut. Floating in zero-gravity and travelling in FTL speed, I imagine myself swimming through the space module, excited to discover extraterrestrial life, ancient space civilizations, and more. However, my Math teacher disagreed and flicked his finger onto my forehead, disturbing my daydreams. It hurt like hell.
Today, I am a college student with no aspirations whatsoever and currently living in a nice house with my best friend, who is a magical girl.
“Mornin’,” my friend greeted me as she sat on the sofa, watching the TV. My droopy self stumbled across the floor and I heard her say, “you missed the news again.”
“Oh, space pirates started riding on bicycles in space. That’s all.”
Hello, my name is Lily. I hacked this blog — more on that later — to tell you a story about me and Toonami.
I remembered waking up early today in our mini anime-con held in my dorm room. The dorm room was your typical dorm room except we recently bought a DVD player and on top of that were a massive amount of anime titles. My roommate woke up and saw me awake reading manga with the elated face of a young child. She greeted me with a “Yo, what’s up?” and I turned my head towards her. Her long black hair disheveled from irregular phases of combing blocked my view of her; she pushed her hair away to reveal her ovallish face and her autumn brown eyes looked straight into mine. Embarrassed, I cowered. After a good yawn, she asked, “What’s the occasion?” I made sure to contain my excitement because there was still a bunch of cosplayers sleeping soundly; I leaned forward and whispered to her ear, “Today’s probably be the best day in the universe: Toonami is back!”
When I first watched anime, I told myself to only watch Miyazaki and Ghibli films. At that time, I was only a film buff. Ask me my favorite director and it will be Kubrick. My favorite movies are Barry Lyndon and Andrei Rublev, directed by him and Tarkovskiy respectively. The only Japanese things worth touching were Kurosawa, Ghibli, and sushi.
I used Amazon.com as a recommendation aggregator and it tend to be helpful on selecting movies. My library of movies inside my brain expanded a lot thanks to this website. Once, it showed a particular anime called The Girl Who Leapt Through Time, its Japanese title being Toki wo Kakeru Shoujo. Since Amazon said the movie was similar to various Miyazaki works like My Neighbor Totoro, I downloaded it, thinking it was a Miyazaki film. I was fifteen at that time and was definitely more than just a blockhead of all blockheads.
And thank goodness I was an idiot. If not for this mistake, I wouldn’t have watched anime.
It is weird for a blogger to post two posts on the same day, but I feel this is a necessity.
Yuko Goto, the woman behind the voice of Asahina Mikuru, is going hiatus because she is suffering from an autoimmune disease that has spread into her heart, lungs, and vessels.
Everyone can joke about how America’s morality is missing. Today, shows with a whole lot of nudity can be seen on cable channel while invectives and offensive speech are uttered like it’s no one’s business. If you are a religious person, watching South Park is like committing suicide.
Every FPS games these days must have Nazis: regular, zombie, mecha. Americans sure love shooting Nazis up.
Japan though is odd.
Where are the Nazis? And what happened to them?
I explore five works that alludes to Nazi Germany: Strike Witches, Gosick, Axis Powers: Hetalia, Persona 2: Innocent Sin, and Monster. While all works portray Nazism differently — Gosick being the most subtle and hence, having the least words for this issue — all five works paint the current landscape of the anime industry.
After getting our yearbook senior portraits taken, my classmates were gossiping about the latest movies. I fidgeted and played with my black, braided hair; I had no one to talk to. A thought struck me: If reincarnation exists, I will like to be born as a friendlier being — not as a tsundere but a cheery, amiable optimist. I had no idea how to make friends; people shy away from me all the time.
I didn’t know why: was it because I had glasses; watch anime; and wasn’t as fit as most people? It didn’t help I was afraid of conversing. They were also jealous of my grades — and three-size measurements. I felt uncomfortable with myself, let alone other people.
In the midst of those lonely, depressing days, I stumbled upon an anime genre dealing with friendship, respecting individual identities, and the concept of understanding each other. I said to myself, “Maybe, this is the genre that will show me the way to make friends — the strong, lasting type you see in slice-of-life anime. This isn’t slice-of-life though.”
But it was better — this genre taught me how to make friends:
My days of loneliness were over!
To whoever wrote this question and googled it, I’m glad I was of service to you.
I’m in love with Nisemonogatari. I’m in love with it so much I had to rewatch the infamous toothbrush scene numerous times last night. Instead of studying for my US Politics exam, I just wanted to see teeth being brushed.
During my psychology class at morning, all I could hear was Karen’s moaning. So I did the proper thing and asked my psychology teacher this simple question:
Can brushing a girl’s teeth actually arouse her?
My psychology teacher used to be a surgeon and decided to teach high school level plus college-level psychology; he was also friendly and cool. Pretending to be a curious, aspiring student, I asked him after class and he, with a straight face, replied to me with strong, definitive answers. He took me seriously as a student, not as a jester. It surprised me and I started taking mental notes on my head. Now, I am not an android nor a journalist — I’m a satirist — and I can only paraphrase what I remember and understand. If it makes no sense, blame me, not my teacher.
Nevertheless, the simple answer to that question is: Yes, but it depends.