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I'm SomeGuy, 29 years old, residing in Vancouver, BC, Canada. I've studied English Literature, Chinese Martial Arts, and am currently pursuing careers in writing - possibly even in the anime industry itself.
And I work for this site.
And you should be watching Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad.
Or watching Ranma 1/2.
Or learning about the Shinsengumi.
Or planning to visit Vancouver, The Best Place On Earth (actual marketing motto).
Here at the "Smallville" page, I have my personal blog where I'll post about anything and everything. If ya need me or otherwise need to know anything from/about me, here's where I'll be.
If you're really looking for my more professional, site-type stuff, you wanna head over my "Metropolis" world.
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Uwah . . . so fanservicey . . . like, half an hour of boobs . . .
. . . . . and now I have the second OVA to watch. Hurm . . .
Anyway, I'll try to blog about interesting stuff later. Fun story came out of that elementary school 50th anniversary thing that I need to share.
Today is a little bit hilarious for me. As y'all'll recall, I had a 10 year high school reunion earlier in the summer. It was fun.
And now today, I have my elementary school's 50th anniversary to check out. I'm gonna head back over to the ancestral home and check that out.
It's always a little fun to explain to people how Greater/Metro Vancouver works. The City of Vancouver proper is only about 115 sq km (44 sq mi) and a little less than 600,000 population. The entire Greater Vancouver Regional District, however, spans much wider: 2700 sq km (about 1000 sq mi) and a population of just over 2 million.
Myself, I spent most of my life in New Westminster, about 20 minutes' drive from the eastern border of the City of Vancouver. It's a bit of a heritage city, far more suburban than some of the other areas further west, and in all it's just a little city nestled in with these giant other places. Population just under 60,000 and just barely 50 square kilometers (under 6 sq mi) in area, New West is not a big place at all.
So it's kinda hilarious when things like an elementary school reunion pops up. Sure, lots of us have moved on to bigger and grander things. A lot of the families on my mom's street are all the same even if the children have all grown up and some have moved out. But quite frankly, if you grew up in New West, you'll always have that connection with everyone else.
This should be a fun little going about. I think I'll bring my camcorder.
So in preparation for cosplay half a year in advance I'm exercising a little bit and I'm starting to pay more attention to what I eat. It's not quite a diet and I'm not going to call it that; we'll just say it's more of an awareness.
So like . . . don't drink pop if there's a better alternative, make sure to eat breakfast and to make it as filling as possible so you can eat smaller meals later in the day, try to cook more lean proteins for dinner like chicken breasts or tofu (and I should really try making fish some time) . . . I think some of it might be rubbing off from my older brother. He lost a fair bit of weight the past few months and he pretty much said all he did was watch what he ate a bit more. I suppose pregnant wife helps with that too, but yeah.
As for the exercise sorta-routine . . . I did hit a bit of a snag. As you know, I've taken it upon myself to do a set of 30-ish pushups or situps or leg-lifts or what have you during the anime openings as I watch Fairy Tail. It's a very long series, so I should be able to get a decent amount of work done.
I caught up. 98 episodes later and I've caught up. This is going to wreak havoc on my workout routine . . . well, it was a good few weeks, at least.
Maybe it's an excuse to finally watch Tiger and Bunny . . .
Time: 11:41pm, September 25, 2001.
Get home from work. Start watching some Fairy Tail.
Friend messages me. Message makes me check Twitter sites:
http://twitter.com/#!/NathanFillion/status/118077330689241088
Curses . . . kick ass, but curses . . .
EDIT: Also, due to this, I got a Twitter account finally.
It's funny, you know how a lot of method acting draws on putting yourself into the moment or remembering a vivid memory that takes you back to a similar moment? For example, you need to cry so you think of that one time that destroyed your soul?
I totally have one of those.
Last week I finished Warhammer 40,000: Space Marine. Again, a decent game that wasn't near perfect but charming all the same. As the last cinematic ended, the end credits opened up with a message:
In Memory of Brian Wood
1977-2010
Designer, mentor, father, and friend.
We miss you still.
I had just spent about 20 minutes quite gleefully surviving (and gibbing) an onslaught of extra-dimensional daemons and daemonically-afflicted superhumans followed by punching the face out of a falling daemonic demigod. And then I saw that dedication, and all the excessive violence in the world wouldn't pull me back from suddenly feeling a tightness in my chest and a misting in the corner of my eyes.
It's been a little over a year now since it happened, but every time I think about the story of Brian Wood's death . . . even if I'm at work, if I randomly start thinking about it for one reason or another while I pace back and forth bored - I'll feel tears welling up almost instantly. I don't know, something about it just breaks my heart at such a deep level.
Well, his daughter Sierra is alive and healthy, and I know she's going to grow up knowing how amazing her father was. For Brian and Sierra's mother Erin, I hope that's enough for now.
