goodness, martial arts, nerd

Ogami Ittō, I come for you!

I recently finished the first volume of Lone Wolf and Cub, a manga about a rogue samurai and his infant son, who, against great peril, travel the countryside murdering the shit out of people for a large fee. It’s pretty friggin’ sweet. The main character uses his son as part of his often intricate strategies to assassinate his targets. And the son seems semi-aware of the danger. Their bond is hard to describe, pretty bizarre, and totally, ruthlessly, brutally awesome.

But who knew that there was a 6-disc TV series created in 1974? Apparently this series was first published in 1970 in Japan, where it was HUGELY popular. The original publishing company, First Comics, folded, and Dark Horse, bless them, re-published the entire series (even the last issues that were unpublished by First Comics).

So I’m hooked. But why isn’t there a collection of this somewhere? I need a Hellboy: Library Edition-style publication of this series. Am I really going to have to buy all 28 tiny little books? Yes. Will I? Probably. I’m going to get through at least the first four, and go from there. Wish me luck, oh people of the internet (none of whom read my secret blog)!

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For Pony!!!

I just want to take a moment to express my appreciation for online comics. I’ve recently burned through years and years of backlogged comics like PvP in a matter of days. Here’s my favorites list:

PvP Online (my first love)
Looking for Group (Hilarious WoW-based characters on an epic quest)
Girls with Slingshots (it’s ok to be horny and female)
Chainsawsuit (Non-sequitur central)
Gunshow (totally dismally hilarious)
Thinkin’ Lincoln (intellectual, but not too high-brow)
Dinosaur Comics (uses the same illustrations for every frame, and it still works)

Penny Arcade doesn’t make the list because the majority of their humor is based on very specific gamer experiences, most of which I don’t share with the writers. I love Lookouts and Automata, and Twisp and Catsby are cute, but everything else is pretty much over my head. And I can’t stand people who idolize the writers (aka, my ex; get over it, they’re just some dudes who like games). The same goes for xkcd. I’m not in the math nerd circle, so I don’t understand a good amount of the material, and the stuff I do get isn’t very funny. So if you’re reading this blog, don’t tell me how awesome xkcd is. It’s not.
Regardless, the comics on my list are great.

EDIT:
This is part of why I love online comics so much. You can get to know the creators, and every strip starts to feel like an inside joke with a long-distance friend you met that one summer at camp. This particular post made me cry, but you get the idea.

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I love you, Hellboy

I’m such a huge fan of Hellboy. From the first time I saw the art, I was completely hooked. Mike Mignola’s style is so distinctive, so grounded, so deceptively simple; there’s always something new to discover from each frame. Hellboy is so damaged, so doomed, and so funny. He kinda reminds me of my uncles. I wish he was my uncle.
I found this desktop art on the Dark Horse website. I like to imagine he’s thinking about some task he’s not looking forward to much. It’s classic Hellboy; he’s all fucked up, there’s some ancient history in the background, and we never really get the full story of the evil he’s trying to stop before he kills it, because frankly, he’s tired of that shit, he’s heard it all and no matter what it’s about to say, he just doesn’t give a damn. He’s thinking, “Just die already, you bastard.”
I would love, and you can quote me on that, LOVE, to get the rest of the library editions of the Hellboy series. *sigh* Someday…

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anime, goodness

Yuri Sakazaki to the Rescue!!

I think I figured out who I’m gonna cosplay as at this year’s ComiCon: Yuri Sakazaki from King of Fighting!

I feel like a phony dressing up a character I currently know nothing about, but she’s the only one who has a do-able outfit, and doesn’t dress like a whore or have crazy-colored hair. My hair’s too short for the super-long braid, but maybe I can find a clip-on one or something between then and now. I already got the gi top, I already have the belt. All I need now is some purplish-blue leggings and some red Converse (already ordered: Chuck Taylor X-Hi), and I’ll be good to go!

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The Breakdown: X-Men


I picked up an X-Men comic recently (Manifest Destiny), and was introduced to the character Pixie, a pink-haired teen with fairy wings. She gives off a powder that induces hallucinations about fluffy, innocuous teddy bears (I shit you not). Plus she has a knife that comes… out of… her… soul. Right.

She’s super cute, and her personality is great, very spunky and kick-ass, but… what’s her power again? Let’s break it down.

Pixie can:

-fly

-freak people out with visions of stuffed animals

-look and sound adorable (Welsh accent)

So basically, she’s the Rockateer at a rave. She’s P!nk with a jetpack and a jack knife. She’s the love-child of Tinkerbelle and Crocodile Dundee. And this qualifies her to be a member of the X-Men because… why? She’s a moody teen with a cute figure who poses no serious danger to anyone (other than her liver). What is it that qualifies Pixie to be a member of the X-Men?

I’m glad you asked, because the qualifications of becoming a member of the X-Men are dark and hilarious. Here’s what the job listing might look like.

 

Xavier Institute of Higher Learning seeks to turn innocent children into highly skilled combat operatives.

Job description:

Applicants should be ready and able to perform an array of duties, including, but not limited to: defending Earth from external and internal threats (occasionally at the cost of your own lives, of course), during which you will be treated like adults; taking mediocre classes with other weirdos, during which you will be treated like children; having whole conversations full of witty one-liners during battles when quick action could save lives; putting up with the instructors constantly boning and breaking up with each other (when they’re not duking it out in front of the entire student body), only to hook up again after every other battle. Housing includes a giant mansion equipped with technology so advanced, its inevitable malevolent sentience is sure to be the death of us all (see attached brochure). The headmaster, Charles Xavier, has maintained the security of the school by invading the minds of all non-attendees, and mentally cloaking its location. But he definitely won’t covertly mess with your head. That would be wrong. (Pinky-swear guaranteed upon acceptance into program.)

Requirements for male applicants:

-Applicants must be roguishly handsome, and/or have membership in Mensa.

-Must have a strong propensity to develop a crush on fellow students and/or teachers

-Must be comfortable showing off package (see: female uniform requirements)

Requirements for female applicants:

-Giant boobs (obviously)

-Passive mutant abilities preferred (shield, teleportation, invisibility, intangibility, etc.)

-Must be comfortable in skimpy, age-inappropriate latex uniform (preferably with impractical heels)

General Requirements:

-Applicants must be emo, and/or socially inept. Well-balanced youngsters need not apply.

-Little attachment to consistency, and being alive. Ability to rebound quickly from death of friends preferred.

-A tragic past, preferably seeded in a sense of isolation. Rejection by homo-sapiens, victimization by rioters, and loss of control of mutative power resulting in loss of a loved one a plus!

 

Who are the X-Men? At this point, we’re left with a bunch of super-powered teenage screw-ups saving whole cities (and occasionally, entire GALAXIES) from annihilation, lead by a man whose only intellectual shortcoming seems to fall under the category of “Shit That Would Make a Cripple Walk Again,” and can’t seem to control one magnetic cry-baby. This scenario doesn’t exactly instill confidence. No wonder humans are trying to wipe them out.

So why is Pixie a member of the X-Men? Because that’s exactly where good-looking mutant fuck-ups belong.

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New Monitor!!

Boyfriend and I just set up this monitor in my room. My first thought: omg we can watch NARUTO ON THIS!!

I had my old monitor for 6 years, and it was in fine working order, but… that 17 inch-er was looking smaller and smaller, so when this one came on sale I couldn’t resist. I’m using it right now. It’s excessively large. I just finished playing some Plants vs. Zombies. Time for some Hulu-induced Naruto Shippuden! He’s fighting Pain in sage mode!

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BURLAK, bitches!

Oh, Russia.

I saw a Facebook profile the other day of some random Swedish dude who listed a band named Burlak as his only favorite band. Naturally I got curious and looked them up. Apparently they’re a Russian “TurboMetal” band whose website reads, “Welcome to the Revolution; You’ve just reached the razor’s edge.” They’ve just released a single entitled “Obsession,” with matching music video.

Words cannot describe how predictably horrible this video is. From the broken, poorly-used English in the chorus, to the amateur guitar solo, to the bug-eyed, spray-on tanned, roid-popping, inked-out lead singer (pictured), to his comically diminutive-by-comparison band-mates, this whole video is a complete disaster from beginning to end. A friend who watched it with me remarked, “Ooh that girl’s cute, that girl is attractive I guess, and wtFFF… MOM?!”

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But What to Wear…

It’s official: I’m going to ComiCon this year, possibly for three whole days, as a correspondent for a comic website. You’d think I’d be nervous about doing whatever it is a “correspondent” does. But foremost in my mind is what to wear. I HAVE to cosplay.

Requirements:
-At least a little sexy (hey, I’m young and I like my body, what do you want from me?)
-Can’t show too much skin (I’m not a slut)
-I can’t do anything too crazy with my hair (I have work on Monday)
-Comfortable shoes a must

So here’s what I’m thinking:
TophToph is the greatest cartoon character I’ve seen in a long, long time. And I have the same haircut and everything! But I don’t want to dress exactly like the cartoon, because that always looks ridiculous. A friend had the great idea of doing grown-up Toph, but I didn’t commit, so I couldn’t pull it off. Anyway, how would I make it clear who I was trying to dress as? Maybe pin an Earth Kingdom logo onto my jacket? Ugh, that’s so lame.
Catwoman– An obvious choice for the sex appeal, but I was thinking of doing Catwoman while she was still hooking. Problem: I don’t have hair that short anymore, and I’m not willing to cut it again. And going all-out with the cap will be trouble ($$).
Kay (from Akira)– We have the same haircut! I’ll have to go through the comics, but I get the feeling that finding her clothes would be an expensive pain in the ass. Still, I’m really into Akira right now (just found all but one of the comics to complete the 38 comic run), so I’d love to do something in connection with that. I could paint my old helmet to look like Tetsuo’s (wait, they don’t wear helmets, lol).

I want the costume to look awesome, but lack the desire to work hard to follow through. So it’ll probably be just another half-assed attempt at Toph this year. I could go all-out ridiculous, and do sexy Toph… yikes.

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Event Horizon: Daydream

I used to daydream all the time; in the shower, in every class, in front of my computer at home, lying in bed at night, eyes wide open, thinking, concocting, creating. I knew it wasn’t constructive. At one point, I realized that I was using my daydreams like currency, paying myself one or two units of imaginings as a reward for studying, completing a spreadsheet, reading a chapter, returning a few calls. Rarely was anything as attractive or satisfying as my own imagination. I was addicted to the waking dream.

What was it all about? Most daydreams played on my desire for an identity switch; I would be powerful and generous, or poor yet heroic. Sometimes I was the villain (fierce retribution against those who had wronged me or my family), sometimes I was the rescuer (always the quiet type to start), sometimes I was the rescued (rarely). Often I had some fantastic ability, physical or otherwise (psychic ninja!). But it was never perfect in the sense that I was flawless, or without remorse or regret. To some extent, my fantasy self was always broken. And, like all heroes, that’s what made her strong.

I was re-reading one of my favorite mangas, Mail by Housui Yamazaki, tonight. In the first issue, a brief origin of the protagonist’s special powers is told slowly and thoughtfully, urging the reader into a sense of empathy and anxiety, until his curse becomes a boon. This is how I imagined my alternate self to be, and how we demand our heroes to be built: the rough road leads to a fair-minded, soft-hearted, human weapon. How many heroes have we lauded for their struggles in such a fashion? Superman, loved and pitied for his strength and inevitable, eternal solitude; Spiderman for his durability and agility with the heart-on-his-sleeve personality; and the ultimate: Batman for his broken innocence and brutally dark rebound onto the offensive, occasionally blurring the line of justice to satisfy his own fantasy of what justice should be.

What fueled my insatiable hunger to daydream? I submit that I was, like most of us, an innocent victim of my own humanity. The desire to be special, the drive to procreate, the rush that comes with great risk, the need to re-experience the enormous euphoria after a brush with death; what combination of these shared experiences created the perfect cocktail for this sharp reflex to recoil into my own head? Maybe any combination would have done that. I can’t claim to know for sure. How strange, the mind. How unique, how common.

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