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So I’ve been into anime and manga for a long long time. I cosplay, and my mom through the years has taught me sewing and crafting skills, which she calls “a lost art.” Anyways, long story short, she knows a little bit about the world of otaku.
(I swear I’m getting to the point and that this story is hilarious)
So my brother had never seen Attack on Titan, and while I’ve read the manga I had never seen the anime either, so we decided to sit down and watch some episodes together.
Well about half way through episode one my mom decided to join us, and hilarity ensued.
Here are some actual comments my mom (and family) made while watching the first half of season 1 during our marathon.
Mom: So why do they eat people?
Me: They just do. They’re giants and they eat people. That's all you need to know right now.
Mom: So those things on their hips..?
Me: Propel them using compressed gas or something. I don’t know any of the fantasy technical stuff.
Mom: Is there a place I can find out?
(one of the info screens can up conveniently explaining some stuff)
Mom: Interesting…
My Bro: That sounds like it’d be painful…
(My dad walks into the room)
Dad: Is this your cartoon stuff?
Me & Bro & Mom: Yes anime.
(Titans continue attacking)
Dad: …
(Dad stares at Tv)
Dad: Why are there a bunch of naked people..?
(My mom grabs her tablet and starts googling)
Mom: You should cosplay this!
Me: (Laughs) Everyone cosplays this!
Mom: Then cosplay one of those titans!
SPIOILERS This comment includes spoilers (And is the best)
(Eren turns into a titan)
Mom: Oh so he’s a Titan?
My Bro: Apparently… Tsubasachro is he gonna eat people?
Me: Maaaaybe…
Mom: Oooooh!
Me: What?
Mom (with so much joy in her voice): So he’s the king of the Titans!
I love that my mom gets anime. She even knows the difference between anime and manga. But omg! It’s times like this when I feel like a need a “My mom watches anime” youtube channel. Cause she is hilarious!!!
~Tsu
Hey all!
I just really wanted to share this lovely lovely song from the bizarre musical Hedwig and the Angry Inch.
While I would not recommend this movie for everyone, I think that that this song can be enjoyed by just about anyone!
Its tender and about love but has an enjoyable rock edge and lots of energy!
I like my my song energetic and fast! (this is on the slow end for me but still so very pretty)
The song is talking about an actual theory about the origin of love. That at one point we were two people existing as one person but one day the gods grew fearful and angry and tore us all in half. The feeling of looking for your "other half" and the desire to be complete is the feeling called love.
Anyways the song puts it better than that! And the movie version is also accompanied by lovely simplistic animation.
So even though this movie may not be for everyone, give the song a listen and the scene a watch!
Yeah... took me awhile to actually post this...
Its the movie I wrote and directed for my class last year (2009) in October...
You know, the one that I said I was gong to post about 5 times since then but never did...
Until now!
^-^
Now I know you were expecting another short story, but think of it as a short story with action!
And no worries all of my actors were just fantastic!!!
Its kinda hard to hear so you might need to really blast the sound... sorry about that.
Below this note is the movie after the movie is my back story about how it came to be and all the problems I had making it... so feel free to stay tuned after the film!!!
Ok now for how in the world I thought this crazy plot line up. ^^;;
Basicly everyone in our class had to write a script and I was having writers block!!! >.>
It was the day we were supposed to turn them in/present them and I still didn't know what to do so I turned to my roommate (hereto called roomie) for help. Roomie said I should write about a fruit cup.
And my mind worked something like this:
Fruit cup->cup->crazy person->coffee->coffee mug->crazy person in love with cup->fruit cup
And then I wrote it down and sprinted to my class.
Now this is a class of about 30 people, we all had to stand up and pitch our script to the class and then we all voted to see which 5 were going to be made into movies.
Mine was one of those 5 and I was on the top of the world that day.
Then came the hunt for the actors... basical I stood in our film studio (yeah it was filmed in a real studio) and yelled "Who can act and wants to be in my film?" and I got some answers... Actually Dr. Evenson (whoose character is named after a certian friend) was a man, but my actress talked me into changing the sex and giving her the role. I think it worked out great. Macy, the secretay, was found the day of filming... 30min before it was shot...
Now, 2 days before filming I was in a horrible accedient. I was getting up into my bed (its a solid 4ft off the ground) slipped and my foot landed on a pair of scissors. The were stuck in my foot good and I went to the emergency room and 5 hours later at 4am they were out of my foot and all was good.
But I was out all the next day and then it was already time to film. I was in a blind panic limping around that day...
I got to the studio and none of my crew was there (one had swine flu the other was just late) So there I was limping trying to drag the couch into position... then I gave up and began recruiting random people to help. ^^;;
I had 2 hours to setup, film, and clean up my movie... That is NOT alot of time...
So it was rush, panic, rush, limp and thten it was done!
Then I edited it together... it took about uhhhh maybe 5, 6 hours to edit I think.
And tadaaaaa!!!
If you made to the end of my explaination, cutos to you! Gold star!!!
Thank you for watching and reading!!!
~Tsu
Hey everybody! Its been awhile since I posted on TheO!!! Below is a story I wrote for my English class last year. Its a prequel to One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, but you don't need to have read that to understand this! Please comment and tell me what you think!!!
I remember long ago. It seems so very long ago. He's still alive in my memory and I love him even more then I ever did back then. I remember it all so well even now. When he told me he loved me for the first time. When he finally decided to propose to me and I said yes. When he was drafted and told me he was leaving. Our wedding was called off. He was shipped so very far away. I wanted so bad to help. I became an army nurse in hopes to help the cause and to bring him home sooner. I saw so much blood and pain. So many went insane from what they had seen, it made me even more frightened for him.
Every time a soldier came into the hospital I thought it would be him. Every man wheeled out to the morgue had his face. Every pained wife, sister, and mother mourning for the one gone away ripped at my heart. Their tears seemed to whisper, “This could be you next. It could be you.” I cried myself to sleep each night, trying to gain control over my life. The fear just about killed me. Every day was hell; I struggled to keep a hold and to do my job, and to help my patients. Every night I died of fear and every mourning hope brought me back again. I missed him.
I wrote him every day about my work, and day to day life. He wrote back with his feelings for me, and we discussed our future wedding plans and how everything would be better when we saw each other again. Our love grew stronger by the day; the fear pushed us so close. “To my dear fiancée and love,” was always how he began his letters to me. They were filled with his love and I treasure every single one. I would day dream of our perfect wedding. All my friends and family were there in my vision. Oh, how sweet our honeymoon was going to be; taking dips in the ocean next to the wide sandy beach. The sky would stretch on forever. Together we would laugh at how silly it had been to think that we would never see each other again.
Then the dream took an unpleasant turn. I had finished up at work and was walking home alone, so lonely. When I could see my home from the end of the street, I saw them too. The army officers waiting, staring, killing me with their guilty eyes. “They can’t be for me!” I remember thinking, wishing, knowing. They stopped me at the door and handed me an envelope. “I won’t open it,” I thought, “I refuse! This isn’t real.” My eyes and hands cruelly disobeyed my brain. It was opened. It was read. It all ended there.
How could he be gone? I cried for what seemed like forever. As the tears fell down my face, so too did my emotions fall away. All that was left was an empty shell. I felt I had lost all control. I was drowning, being swept along a fast current. It felt like it would never stop.
The war ended, along with my job. The money stopped coming, so did my hope. That’s when I found the ward. An old friend of mine knew of my plight; no money and no husband to be. She was high up at the ward and offered me the job. I had no money so I accepted her offer.
At first I didn’t like it, taking care of all the crazy people. It reminded me too much of my old job and life. All the army veterans made me think of him, my love. But day after day I felt like this job was giving me back a little bit of what I had lost. Control. I may have lost control over my life outside, but inside the ward I have control over them all. It makes me feel good to be able to help the hurt people from after the war. To help the left overs, like myself, heal and become whole again. I still work there today, working to help the psychologically impaired collect themselves and go on with their lives. Something I myself want one day to accomplish.
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