Not sure where I heard it, but the perfect completed anime to favourite anime ratio is a clean-cut 10:1: meaning that now that I’ve completed over 200 anime in total (according to MAL at least), I get to update my favourite anime to a list of 20. And that’s good news and bad news.
My year 10 science teacher was a charming old man, with a voice that’s so booming loud, me and my classmates theorized that he swallowed an always-on microphone somewhere along his eventful life.
Opening remarks: I originally intended this piece to be a particularly academic-driven one…digging deep into the likes of Mark Lochrie & Paul Coulton’s article on shared viewing experiences or ‘Social TV’ and ‘Second Screen Devices’, and Alice E. Marwick’s paper on ‘Imagined Audiences and Context Collapse in Microblogging’. Elements of these studies are still retained in the final product, but I decided to keep discussion more centred on Dragon Maid and my own experiences in watching it…and ultimately deciding that it is an absolute new favourite.
In my first EVER paycheck this month, I earned more than Mum if we both worked the same number of hours that week. Most people would leave this milestone behind as something to be proud of: after all, Mum now has another source of pride for her son.
However, in an eventual spiral of emotions ranging from pride, eagerness to spend everything I just earned, and bittersweetness; since this milestone means another step towards total independence…I eventually arrived at that familiar door of guilt again. Remember my stories from last month?
As common courtesy, I shall extend my praising hand towards a few bloggers who have intrigued (and shamed) me with their writings. I suppose I left it boiling there long enough, so I could use this opportunity to write a few notes about this blog’s 1st birthday as well.
As the nominees, you will:
- Display Award
- Acknowledge the person who nominated you (and include a link to her/his/their blog)
- Share 7 things about yourself
- Nominate 5 bloggers (I searched around the web, the number here usually switch between 5, 7 or 10, so take your pick of your lucky number.)
Desire is an individualistic emotional construct that can almost ironically be considered the direct sibling of society-binding cultural norms, that indoctrinates individuals into adopting a collective mindset that does not stray far from the ‘normal’. What society deems desirable; however logical, the individual must desire as well. Individuals are constantly affected by the sometimes silent, but always prevalent pressures to buy, reshape and realign themselves back into the collective, popular narrative.
Starting a new column-of-sorts on this blog, aimed to both provide some much-needed support for Kickstarter projects that I am interested in, and to give some insight for my readers on the sort of things I’m interested in, be it comics, photography books, awesome product designs or ambitious animation productions. Two birds with one stone, essentially: I get to talk about creative projects that I think are awesome, while you guys get to know more about me.
It is unlikely that this will be a regular column that gets new posts every month, since I AM still just a uni student with limited budget. But if I do pledge for some things that I think are interesting enough all within the same month, I will churn out one of these. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy!
It’s rather difficult, talking about a trip as…small-scaled and comparatively mundane as this, especially considering how the original intent was for me to go and visit a dentist there and yank out two of my misbehaving wisdom teeth. Nasty business.
However, in considering that during the two weeks while the right side of my mouth burnt like lava, there isn’t much for me to do in terms of relaxation, pleasure through eating (my personal favourite pastime outside of watching anime) and doing the usual things you would do whilst vacationing overseas. Instead, I had some time to think about things, as I sat back and observed this culture that I had partially left behind.
If I haven’t made it clear yet: yes, I am a Chinese-Australian, born and raised in China, but grew past the drinking age in the land down under (and yeah, the legal age is 18 down here, so SUCK IT America). I suppose it is time for me to go back there, and breathe in some of that countryside air again. I will be visiting my Dad; who’s currently living in Chongqing. I will also be dropping by at my old childhood village near Xichang and see how the old folks there are doing, before I swing around to Chengdu to visit my grandparents, second uncle and aunt for a bit. Also arranged to get my wisdom teeth removed there. Two birds with one stone.
This is NOT an analytical piece. This is a raw and unfiltered self-meditation, as I find writing with no aim nor external audience in mind to be rather calming and self-satisfying. If you want to take a peek at me in my most creatively pure state, this is not a bad place to start.
Emotions, feelings and our comprehension of the world around us are the groundworks of each individual’s existence. In many ways, I am a person who’s flawed, afraid of the world’s lingering shadows, questions the nature of each flickering light and is very much wary of the superior forces that are far out of my reach and understanding. I’m afraid of what I don’t know, but sometimes I’m even more afraid to learn the truth.
Just a little spur-of-the-moment post, after having some time to reflect on the base of influences that eventually shaped up this figure of ‘me’, and last week’s stream of less-than-gratifying encounters, both face-to-face and virtually.
Hey, people. Bright here.
So it has been a blast, coming to grips with this whole blogging thing, it is perhaps the most fun I’ve had when I shut myself in my own room for hours on end (second only to- never mind. Read on). I’ve enjoyed the analytical and creative freedom, as I poured all my technical jargons and self-indulgent observational skills into series thesis and sarcasm-filled impressions.
Warning: Against my conventional tendencies, a considerably increased amount of cursing will be circulating around this particular publication, and won’t be censored. Naturally, reader discretion is advised.
It’s impossible, really, when it comes to determining what you loved more, after walking out of an opening day Deadpool showing: the film’s disregard for superficial rules, Deadpool being the biggest asshole, the crowd who laughed because you laughed at a joke that only you got (well…that WAS the hope), or when you laughed in an instinctive response to the audience’s laughter: attending film viewings with huge crowds can be the most amazing thing, if you somehow managed to find a balance between an audience with lively and responsive dispositions but also a crowd that’s respecting and understanding about NOT BEING A FUCKING LOUD AND DISTRACTING ASSHOLE. Sydney crowds do a generally good job with that…well, at least with my measuring balance being American crowds, as narrated by Youtube film critics.
Ever since the founding of this humble blog of mine, I’ve been meaning to do a ‘otaku lair’ post, or adding a page dedicated to showing off my merch, since that’s what people do. I find checking out other people’s collections to be a gratifying thing, in terms of find comradery in the fandom, so me writing and showing off my own would mean similar feelings of self-reassurance, in terms of convincing myself, that “Hey! I’m not the only one spending hundreds on that adorable Holo figure, I’ll be fine!”
Well, it’s been about two weeks, since the bombardment of holidays. Needless to say, after spending to get a pile of presents into my close friends and families’ laps, some leftover dough was left for me to spend on myself. So enjoy, as I show off what I got as gifts from friends, and from my own wallet.
The thing about choosing home cities and time zones: The mere fact that you live 12 hours in the future of most U.S. release dates (which for some reason, are all the important ones for Pop culture), means that sometimes, you get to be part of a worldwide Funomenon (shameless plug haw haw haw): being among the first in the world to watch the newest Star Wars film. Interestingly enough, the most bizarre thing about this entire adventure saga for me personally, actually came from the ticket booking incidents. Sure, I will talk about my thoughts on the movie (FYI it was good, so no worries!), but being the ranter that I am, I need to start from the beginning: how a Star Wars casual scum suddenly decided to supposedly fight teeth and bones to watch the film on the 17th of December, a day ahead the rest of the world?