timeripple: (nodame nom nom)
The continuing adventures of Fiona-can-only-post-at-airports!

At San Francisco this time: I may have just bought some super-kawaii gel stickers from an independent-bookstore-affiliate-cute-shop. Look, the cute compelled me! YES PANDA. It’s all [livejournal.com profile] hakusa_tegami’s fault for talking about Love Shuffle.

…yeah, Ovid the Macbook totally has a panda sticker now. XD

(Hey, so speaking of pandas, did anybody else see the Ranma 1/2 drama special? OH JAPAN.)

...

I recently explained my love for (manga/anime; let us not talk about the ridiculously boring drama) Skip Beat in the following manner:

I love the hell out of the manga (A+ use of chibi!). Partly because Kyoko is spazzy and awesome and it's all about her emotional journey and learning to be herself and have her own dreams and stuff IN SHOWBIZ. And partly because there is a character who is occasionally JUST LIKE ME.

Kyoko: MOKO-SAN!!! <3 <3 <3
Kotonami: Stay the hell away from me.
Kyoko: WE ARE BFF!
Kotonami: We are not friends. You are insane.
Kyoko: FRIENDS FOR LIFE!
Kotonami: ...
Kyoko: *clings like a spider monkey*
Kotonami: ...
Kotonami: Just because we both have to wear these ridiculous pink jumpsuits and work for the same section of the agency and occasionally have talks about our dreams and worries and careers and boys and stuff. Does. Not. Make. Us. Friends. Got it?
Kyoko: ILU MY FRIEND!
Kotonami: ...
Kotonami: "Moko"?
Kotonami: Did I say you could give me a nickname?!
Kyoko: FRIIAAAANDS!
Kotonami: *sigh*

If you haven’t already guessed (or have never actually met me), I am not at all like Kyoko. (Online is another matter, especially if you want to talk about books or dramas!) But I suspect that in RL we would be friends.
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Apparently having a job sucks out all my will to flail around on LJ, but last time I managed to compare the Hunger Games trilogy to shoujo manga, and I feel that a little bit of organized crazy goes a long way.

But the job is going okay, mostly, and sometimes funny things happen. And this happened a few weeks ago:

ADORABLY GAY GUY: *buys Clockwork Angel*
ME: Oooh, I read that recently.
ADORABLY GAY GUY: Yeah? How was it?
ME: It’s... well, it’s Cassandra Clare does Victorian London.
ADORABLY GAY GUY: I think I am okay with that!
ME: I think I am also okay with that!
ME: Come back some time! I desperately need people to talk to! Hardly anyone around here will admit to even knowing what fandom is!

I've been really tired lately, and then the night before last I came down with a cold and spent yesterday lying around with a tissue box handy. It wasn't so bad, though, because somehow my lumpy futon and blanket took me back to the last time I was sick, in Kyoto of the wondrous futons. I feel all warm just thinking about it. And today I started reading Goodbye Tsugumi by Banana Yoshimoto, and it starts in a traditional inn, and it takes me back there so clearly. The futons. The tiny crunching sounds of the pillows. The yukata. *tears up*

Anyway, you don't need to read about me going all sentimental. I also got lots of drama-watching done, because what else was I going to do stuck in bed all day? I'm almost done with the first season of Merlin and seriously considering giving the Vampire Diaries another shot. I caught up on Sungkyunkwan Scandal, and it is SO GOOD. I really shouldn't frontload my currently-airing list with Monday-Tuesday dramas, though, because now I have to wait the whole rest of the week for my fusion shenanigans and my JOKER fix. *pouts* GIVE ME MY JOKER FINALE, I NEED IT!

And then I completely over-analyzed the ending of Disney's Mulan, just because I could.
timeripple: (attir'd with stars)
Apparently having a job sucks out all my will to flail around on LJ, but last time I managed to compare the Hunger Games trilogy to shoujo manga, and I feel that a little bit of organized crazy goes a long way.

But the job is going okay, mostly, and sometimes funny things happen. And this happened a few weeks ago:

ADORABLY GAY GUY: *buys Clockwork Angel*
ME: Oooh, I read that recently.
ADORABLY GAY GUY: Yeah? How was it?
ME: It’s... well, it’s Cassandra Clare does Victorian London.
ADORABLY GAY GUY: I think I am okay with that!
ME: I think I am also okay with that!
ME: Come back some time! I desperately need people to talk to! Hardly anyone around here will admit to even knowing what fandom is!

I've been really tired lately, and then the night before last I came down with a cold and spent yesterday lying around with a tissue box handy. It wasn't so bad, though, because somehow my lumpy futon and blanket took me back to the last time I was sick, in Kyoto of the wondrous futons. I feel all warm just thinking about it. And today I started reading Goodbye Tsugumi by Banana Yoshimoto, and it starts in a traditional inn, and it takes me back there so clearly. The futons. The tiny crunching sounds of the pillows. The yukata. *tears up*

Anyway, you don't need to read about me going all sentimental. I also got lots of drama-watching done, because what else was I going to do stuck in bed all day? I'm almost done with the first season of Merlin and seriously considering giving the Vampire Diaries another shot. I caught up on Sungkyunkwan Scandal, and it is SO GOOD. I really shouldn't frontload my currently-airing list with Monday-Tuesday dramas, though, because now I have to wait the whole rest of the week for my fusion shenanigans and my JOKER fix. *pouts* GIVE ME MY JOKER FINALE, I NEED IT!

And then I completely over-analyzed the ending of Disney's Mulan, just because I could.
timeripple: (intellectual dilettante)
A day off, and it’s too hot to go out and actually do much, so [livejournal.com profile] cadragongirl and I are holed up at Panera. I am spectacularly failing to write my staff rec for Plain Kate, because I love it like burning and keep getting sucked into re-reading bits and crying and then failing to have the right words.

But it’s nice to have a day with air conditioning and computers and time to just write. I should be doing other things, but I really need this day to just sit and drink chai and write. I’ve been full of ennui lately; the hot weather makes me grumpy and lethargic. Now that I’m full of chai and AC, though, I kind of want to go dancing.

Last Friday M and I walked down Faneuil Hall to the waterfront, then around the back of the aquarium where you can see the seals from outside. Yay! We window-shopped our way back (I was unexpectedly impressed by American Eagle Outfitters jewelry--think it was AE, anyway), and I bought an outrageously expensive (but delicious!) bag of chocolate chip cookies at Quincy market. A good afternoon. I will keep it in my memory to ward off feelings of inadequacy when they come prowling.

In other news, I think I should dye my hair red while I still work at a bookstore and am living the carefree young life. On the one hand, I want to get a job in publishing. On the other hand, I want to continue living the carefree young life. I want, I want, I want.

Note to self: lay off the black v-neck of shoulder-baring awesome. For some reason it has been garnering me a lot of sleazy looks this week. Ugh.

And now, a word or two about Mockingjay! Um, probably kind of spoilery. And super vague. Sorry. But mostly about ships, which are not really the point of the books anyway.

In which the Hunger Games books are like Hana Yori Dango )
timeripple: (intellectual dilettante)
A day off, and it’s too hot to go out and actually do much, so [livejournal.com profile] cadragongirl and I are holed up at Panera. I am spectacularly failing to write my staff rec for Plain Kate, because I love it like burning and keep getting sucked into re-reading bits and crying and then failing to have the right words.

But it’s nice to have a day with air conditioning and computers and time to just write. I should be doing other things, but I really need this day to just sit and drink chai and write. I’ve been full of ennui lately; the hot weather makes me grumpy and lethargic. Now that I’m full of chai and AC, though, I kind of want to go dancing.

Last Friday M and I walked down Faneuil Hall to the waterfront, then around the back of the aquarium where you can see the seals from outside. Yay! We window-shopped our way back (I was unexpectedly impressed by American Eagle Outfitters jewelry--think it was AE, anyway), and I bought an outrageously expensive (but delicious!) bag of chocolate chip cookies at Quincy market. A good afternoon. I will keep it in my memory to ward off feelings of inadequacy when they come prowling.

In other news, I think I should dye my hair red while I still work at a bookstore and am living the carefree young life. On the one hand, I want to get a job in publishing. On the other hand, I want to continue living the carefree young life. I want, I want, I want.

Note to self: lay off the black v-neck of shoulder-baring awesome. For some reason it has been garnering me a lot of sleazy looks this week. Ugh.

And now, a word or two about Mockingjay! Um, probably kind of spoilery. And super vague. Sorry. But mostly about ships, which are not really the point of the books anyway.

In which the Hunger Games books are like Hana Yori Dango )
timeripple: (cucumber error (hogfather))
You know, pretty often Edna St. Vincent Millay makes me feel like I've been punched in the stomach.

This door you might not open, and you did )

* * *

From the YA Realism Chronicles, or, Kdramas Are Totally Educational...

ME: Wow, this book seems really different than it did last time I read it! Talk about experience shaping reading!
K: I know! Word!
ME: But I’m seriously confused. Why is the kid calling his big sister unni and not noona?
K: ...Noonawhahuh? A year later and you're worried about vocabulary? Hon, sometimes you're kinda weird.
ME: I don’t get ittttttt.
K: ...
K: You know, sometimes after talking to you I feel like I need to Google something.

♥ Sometimes I love people.

Also, I really want a Skip Beat! icon. Or two.
timeripple: (cucumber error (hogfather))
You know, pretty often Edna St. Vincent Millay makes me feel like I've been punched in the stomach.

This door you might not open, and you did )

* * *

From the YA Realism Chronicles, or, Kdramas Are Totally Educational...

ME: Wow, this book seems really different than it did last time I read it! Talk about experience shaping reading!
K: I know! Word!
ME: But I’m seriously confused. Why is the kid calling his big sister unni and not noona?
K: ...Noonawhahuh? A year later and you're worried about vocabulary? Hon, sometimes you're kinda weird.
ME: I don’t get ittttttt.
K: ...
K: You know, sometimes after talking to you I feel like I need to Google something.

♥ Sometimes I love people.

Also, I really want a Skip Beat! icon. Or two.
timeripple: (ryo is pensive)
The thing about jdramas is that sometimes it's what you bring to the drama that makes the viewing experience. And sometimes you really don't have to do a thing. Also, "BEST DRAMA EVER" does not usually mean "best" drama, but rather "most entertaining due to X number of factors, including but not limited to unintentional hilarity."

Okay, it's late, I'm tired, the point is, I felt compelled to share a number of insights that I feel really get at the thematic purpose of Orthros no Inu ep 2. Yes, there's the whole bit where the one person who gets killing powers is the one person least likely to use them, the balance of killing and healing, balance balance balance of the forces!, judgment and power over life and death, who should get that power, etc. etc. But otherwise, this is pretty much what the drama looks like in my brain.

Jdramas summary: Ryuzaki Shinji is a mysterious and ambitious man with a wicked heart, who possesses the power to heal pain and illness with the touch of his hand. Aoi Ryosuke, on the other hand, is a high school teacher with a gentle heart, but who has the ability to kill with his touch. The two happen to meet, resulting in a battle of good and evil.

(And there's a fairly badass lady cop, and some other people who run around in lab coats.)

But they drip so beautifully! )

And I should stop now before I say anything else monumentally stupid. But in other news, I’m reading the manga Skip Beat! and I LOVE IT. I LOVE IT SO MUCH.
timeripple: (ryo is pensive)
The thing about jdramas is that sometimes it's what you bring to the drama that makes the viewing experience. And sometimes you really don't have to do a thing. Also, "BEST DRAMA EVER" does not usually mean "best" drama, but rather "most entertaining due to X number of factors, including but not limited to unintentional hilarity."

Okay, it's late, I'm tired, the point is, I felt compelled to share a number of insights that I feel really get at the thematic purpose of Orthros no Inu ep 2. Yes, there's the whole bit where the one person who gets killing powers is the one person least likely to use them, the balance of killing and healing, balance balance balance of the forces!, judgment and power over life and death, who should get that power, etc. etc. But otherwise, this is pretty much what the drama looks like in my brain.

Jdramas summary: Ryuzaki Shinji is a mysterious and ambitious man with a wicked heart, who possesses the power to heal pain and illness with the touch of his hand. Aoi Ryosuke, on the other hand, is a high school teacher with a gentle heart, but who has the ability to kill with his touch. The two happen to meet, resulting in a battle of good and evil.

(And there's a fairly badass lady cop, and some other people who run around in lab coats.)

But they drip so beautifully! )

And I should stop now before I say anything else monumentally stupid. But in other news, I’m reading the manga Skip Beat! and I LOVE IT. I LOVE IT SO MUCH.
timeripple: (intellectual dilettante)
The other day I was looking for the manga Dororo in various libraries, because I loved the movie and I am determined that this be the summer I learn to appreciate manga and graphic novels. I found the Publishers Weekly review of the American publication of Vol. 2, and then I had to go look up what else PW had said about Tezuka Osamu. Turns out, though manga is relatively neglected, Tezuka gets a pretty good share of attention. Here's the review in full:

Dororo, Volume 2
Osamu Tezuka. Vertical (www.vertical-inc.com), $13.95 paper (288p) ISBN 978-1-934287-17-0

The late master manga storyteller Tezuka (Astro Boy; Phoenix) returns with the next volume of his 1967–1968 horror/samurai epic, and the dire doings escalate to horrifying levels as young swordsman Hyakkimaru continues his quest to reclaim his stolen body parts from a gaggle of demons, accompanied by the self-described “world's greatest thief,” the diminutive Dororo. This time their wanderings bring them into carnage-laden conflict with fearful villagers, carnivorous fox spirits, opposing actions in a border war, a face-stealing evil Buddha statue, unrestful child ghosts and a nobleman whose loving marriage to a moth demon brings about shocking tragedy. Along this journey of despair, vengeance and the darkest of magic, Hyakkimaru encounters long-lost members of his family—with devastating results—while secrets from Dororo's past are revealed in the presence of a monk who persuades Hyakkimaru that an aspect of his thieving companion may offer a hint to his mission in life once he completes his odyssey of righteous killing. As per the previous volume, this is compelling stuff and notable among Tezuka's works for being almost relentlessly downbeat, gruesome and genuinely creepy, all elements somehow enhanced by the artist's appealing animation-influenced visual style. (June) (in the 7/7/08 PW)

The last clause cracked me up at first, and then it made me cry a little inside, and now I'm just confused. Does the reviewer, despite praising Tezuka as a "master manga storyteller"and mentioning Astro Boy and apparently being familiar with his other work, not connect Tezuka with early Japanese animation? Or did Tezuka's style (as well as content) change by the 1960s? The origins of anime in manga are fairly well acknowledged, as I understand it, but has the influence run both ways? Or is the reviewer saying, "Oh look, gore and creepitude made even more creepy by the use of kiddy-appropriate-style art!"? *headscratch*

Possibly I am thinking far too hard about this and should be stopped. But if anybody knows more than I do about the manga/anime relationship (not hard to accomplish, as I am fairly ignorant), or remembers anything from that first week of anime class (I don't), or happens to have a copy of Akira to Princess Mononoke handy, feel free to jump in. Or tell me to stop over-analyzing. Whichever.
timeripple: (intellectual dilettante)
The other day I was looking for the manga Dororo in various libraries, because I loved the movie and I am determined that this be the summer I learn to appreciate manga and graphic novels. I found the Publishers Weekly review of the American publication of Vol. 2, and then I had to go look up what else PW had said about Tezuka Osamu. Turns out, though manga is relatively neglected, Tezuka gets a pretty good share of attention. Here's the review in full:

Dororo, Volume 2
Osamu Tezuka. Vertical (www.vertical-inc.com), $13.95 paper (288p) ISBN 978-1-934287-17-0

The late master manga storyteller Tezuka (Astro Boy; Phoenix) returns with the next volume of his 1967–1968 horror/samurai epic, and the dire doings escalate to horrifying levels as young swordsman Hyakkimaru continues his quest to reclaim his stolen body parts from a gaggle of demons, accompanied by the self-described “world's greatest thief,” the diminutive Dororo. This time their wanderings bring them into carnage-laden conflict with fearful villagers, carnivorous fox spirits, opposing actions in a border war, a face-stealing evil Buddha statue, unrestful child ghosts and a nobleman whose loving marriage to a moth demon brings about shocking tragedy. Along this journey of despair, vengeance and the darkest of magic, Hyakkimaru encounters long-lost members of his family—with devastating results—while secrets from Dororo's past are revealed in the presence of a monk who persuades Hyakkimaru that an aspect of his thieving companion may offer a hint to his mission in life once he completes his odyssey of righteous killing. As per the previous volume, this is compelling stuff and notable among Tezuka's works for being almost relentlessly downbeat, gruesome and genuinely creepy, all elements somehow enhanced by the artist's appealing animation-influenced visual style. (June) (in the 7/7/08 PW)

The last clause cracked me up at first, and then it made me cry a little inside, and now I'm just confused. Does the reviewer, despite praising Tezuka as a "master manga storyteller"and mentioning Astro Boy and apparently being familiar with his other work, not connect Tezuka with early Japanese animation? Or did Tezuka's style (as well as content) change by the 1960s? The origins of anime in manga are fairly well acknowledged, as I understand it, but has the influence run both ways? Or is the reviewer saying, "Oh look, gore and creepitude made even more creepy by the use of kiddy-appropriate-style art!"? *headscratch*

Possibly I am thinking far too hard about this and should be stopped. But if anybody knows more than I do about the manga/anime relationship (not hard to accomplish, as I am fairly ignorant), or remembers anything from that first week of anime class (I don't), or happens to have a copy of Akira to Princess Mononoke handy, feel free to jump in. Or tell me to stop over-analyzing. Whichever.

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