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Sometimes I unintentionally (or at least subconsciously) have a reading streak on a particular theme. Has this ever happened to you?

Or am I just now noticing that things have more in common than I think they do? (Does that even make sense? Look, I've been sitting here typing for four hours, nothing much makes sense to me any more.)

Come back past philology and kennings: World War II Novels, Icelandic Sagas, and Seamus Heaney )
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I’m just gonna stick this post up here and edit it later, maybe with some pictures, because I have to run to work. Geez, work, why you gotta get in the way of the important things? ;P

This is a post about secondary characters! Okay, it’s about secondary characters in Secret Garden, because I have been faithfully re-watching it and not fast-forwarding to all the bits with the leads this time. *hangs head* What? The leads are a pair of bickering lovers played by Ha Ji-won and Hyun Bin. CAN YOU BLAME ME?

But this is not a post about Hyun Bin’s face Ha Ji-won’s awesomeness the leads. This is a post about the bestest secondary couple of all recent kdrama: Choi “Oska” Woo-young and Yoon Seul. (Yes, they’re even better than Dogboy and Art Girl in Coffee Prince. I even know their names!) I kind of wish they WERE the main couple--or rather, A main couple, because their journey is pretty darn interesting. In fact I would argue that it’s them, rather than Gil Ra-im and Kim Joo-won, who get an actualized emotional journey, both as individuals and as a couple.

The goofy pop star and the evil interloper: OTP! OTP! )


What secondary characters do you love, either OTPs or individuals? (Does anybody want to talk about Xiao Ma and Forsenics Lady from Black & White?)
timeripple: (intellectual dilettante)
I’m just gonna stick this post up here and edit it later, maybe with some pictures, because I have to run to work. Geez, work, why you gotta get in the way of the important things? ;P

This is a post about secondary characters! Okay, it’s about secondary characters in Secret Garden, because I have been faithfully re-watching it and not fast-forwarding to all the bits with the leads this time. *hangs head* What? The leads are a pair of bickering lovers played by Ha Ji-won and Hyun Bin. CAN YOU BLAME ME?

But this is not a post about Hyun Bin’s face Ha Ji-won’s awesomeness the leads. This is a post about the bestest secondary couple of all recent kdrama: Choi “Oska” Woo-young and Yoon Seul. (Yes, they’re even better than Dogboy and Art Girl in Coffee Prince. I even know their names!) I kind of wish they WERE the main couple--or rather, A main couple, because their journey is pretty darn interesting. In fact I would argue that it’s them, rather than Gil Ra-im and Kim Joo-won, who get an actualized emotional journey, both as individuals and as a couple.

The goofy pop star and the evil interloper: OTP! OTP! )


What secondary characters do you love, either OTPs or individuals? (Does anybody want to talk about Xiao Ma and Forsenics Lady from Black & White?)
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It's my first Christmas all alone, and overall I feel pretty good about it, actually. ♥

Work has been insane and everybody’s been pretty stressed out, but I’ve actually been having the BEST TIME EVER. Read more... )

In other news, last weekend [livejournal.com profile] cadragongirl and I bused down to NY to see [livejournal.com profile] snowqueenofhoth and [livejournal.com profile] mousapelli. We had lunch, exchanged candy, took cell phone photos, then M went home and Rachel and Mousi and I wandered around Kinokuniya for a while and dropped out stuff off at the hotel (Rachel napped while Mousi and I got settled) and then went for karaoke. We had dinner at a tiny Chinese place on the way (it was foul--good thing M wasn’t there--but I took over tea-pouring duties so at least we had tea).

The next morning Mousi and I hit up the bagel place, scored a table, and succeeded in finding the open-air market this time (The Shops at St Bartholomew’s), where we impulsively bought glass pendants. Mine is shaped like a boot. Mousi’s is a blue pineapple. (There were far too many pineapple jokes, thanks to her NaNo this year. I had a stale leftover pineapple bun with me in case of emergencies, and every time I mentioned this fact Mousi insisted she only heard “I have a pineapple”. When I pointed out the blue glass pineapple, she had to have it.) We picked up Rachel and went for karaoke at the other karaoke place (they’d booked our reservation for 12:30 AM, not PM, and in fact didn’t open until 1, so we hung out at the same Starbucks as last August, sipping caramel apple cider and looking at pictures of my hair). Mousi presented me with a handmade scarf, and it's all pink and purple and fuzzy and really warm and I've been wearing it all week. ♥

And here's the part where I talk about my first solo Christmas and get sappy about friendship and Christmas and songs about friendship and Christmas )
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It's my first Christmas all alone, and overall I feel pretty good about it, actually. ♥

Work has been insane and everybody’s been pretty stressed out, but I’ve actually been having the BEST TIME EVER. Read more... )

In other news, last weekend [livejournal.com profile] cadragongirl and I bused down to NY to see [livejournal.com profile] snowqueenofhoth and [livejournal.com profile] mousapelli. We had lunch, exchanged candy, took cell phone photos, then M went home and Rachel and Mousi and I wandered around Kinokuniya for a while and dropped out stuff off at the hotel (Rachel napped while Mousi and I got settled) and then went for karaoke. We had dinner at a tiny Chinese place on the way (it was foul--good thing M wasn’t there--but I took over tea-pouring duties so at least we had tea).

The next morning Mousi and I hit up the bagel place, scored a table, and succeeded in finding the open-air market this time (The Shops at St Bartholomew’s), where we impulsively bought glass pendants. Mine is shaped like a boot. Mousi’s is a blue pineapple. (There were far too many pineapple jokes, thanks to her NaNo this year. I had a stale leftover pineapple bun with me in case of emergencies, and every time I mentioned this fact Mousi insisted she only heard “I have a pineapple”. When I pointed out the blue glass pineapple, she had to have it.) We picked up Rachel and went for karaoke at the other karaoke place (they’d booked our reservation for 12:30 AM, not PM, and in fact didn’t open until 1, so we hung out at the same Starbucks as last August, sipping caramel apple cider and looking at pictures of my hair). Mousi presented me with a handmade scarf, and it's all pink and purple and fuzzy and really warm and I've been wearing it all week. ♥

And here's the part where I talk about my first solo Christmas and get sappy about friendship and Christmas and songs about friendship and Christmas )
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Spring fever, I has it bad. I've been here a year and a half--the longest I've stayed in any place since college.

And you know what? It’s noiiiiiisy, and there are drunken college studentssss, and the fire alarm keeps going off for no reason, and yesterday the pilot light went out on the stove but of course we didn’t know that was why the entire apartment smelled like gas and called the 24-hour emergency line who told us to call the fire department who showed up and were nice about it but clearly thought we were morons, and then they called the gas company, who sent a dude over who was nice and said just call the gas company first next time, ‘k?

On plus side, my poetry class has started up. It was an eight-hour marathon wherein we ended up discussing a lot of musical movie clips. The Court Jester, I have to say, looks kind of awesomely like a cross between the Errol Flynn Robin Hood and Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I’m going to make [livejournal.com profile] cadragongirl watch the whole thing with me.

Unfortunately, we also watched and re-watched bits of The Wizard of Oz, and I now have Ding! Dong! The witch is dead! Which old witch? The wicked witch! Ding, dong, the wicked witch is deaddddd! stuck in my head morally, ethically, spiritually, and ecumenically. THANKS A LOT.

Later in the day, I wrote a very bad poem about the epic doomed love between a whale and a glow-worm. I don’t even know.

We didn't get to it in class, but we were also supposed to watch Topsy Turvy, a movie about Gilbert and Sullivan creating The Mikado. Kevin McKidd is in it, and we had an imaginary conversation that went something like this:

ME: It's Lucius Vorenus! Hi, Lucius Vorenus!
KMK: Who? I am a Scottish actor, and my corset is fabulous.
ME: Yes... yes it is. But Lucius Vorenus will also be fabulous!
KMK: Will there be corsets?
ME: Well...no. But there'll be armor!
KMK: Close enough.

It suddenly occurred to me that The Mikado would be greatly enlivened (not that it needs it) by ninjas. Especially if the three little maids from school were the ninjas. From ninja school. Come on, wouldn’t that be AWESOME?


...


...


...


This is why I should not be in charge of things.
timeripple: (intellectual dilettante)
Spring fever, I has it bad. I've been here a year and a half--the longest I've stayed in any place since college.

And you know what? It’s noiiiiiisy, and there are drunken college studentssss, and the fire alarm keeps going off for no reason, and yesterday the pilot light went out on the stove but of course we didn’t know that was why the entire apartment smelled like gas and called the 24-hour emergency line who told us to call the fire department who showed up and were nice about it but clearly thought we were morons, and then they called the gas company, who sent a dude over who was nice and said just call the gas company first next time, ‘k?

On plus side, my poetry class has started up. It was an eight-hour marathon wherein we ended up discussing a lot of musical movie clips. The Court Jester, I have to say, looks kind of awesomely like a cross between the Errol Flynn Robin Hood and Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I’m going to make [livejournal.com profile] cadragongirl watch the whole thing with me.

Unfortunately, we also watched and re-watched bits of The Wizard of Oz, and I now have Ding! Dong! The witch is dead! Which old witch? The wicked witch! Ding, dong, the wicked witch is deaddddd! stuck in my head morally, ethically, spiritually, and ecumenically. THANKS A LOT.

Later in the day, I wrote a very bad poem about the epic doomed love between a whale and a glow-worm. I don’t even know.

We didn't get to it in class, but we were also supposed to watch Topsy Turvy, a movie about Gilbert and Sullivan creating The Mikado. Kevin McKidd is in it, and we had an imaginary conversation that went something like this:

ME: It's Lucius Vorenus! Hi, Lucius Vorenus!
KMK: Who? I am a Scottish actor, and my corset is fabulous.
ME: Yes... yes it is. But Lucius Vorenus will also be fabulous!
KMK: Will there be corsets?
ME: Well...no. But there'll be armor!
KMK: Close enough.

It suddenly occurred to me that The Mikado would be greatly enlivened (not that it needs it) by ninjas. Especially if the three little maids from school were the ninjas. From ninja school. Come on, wouldn’t that be AWESOME?


...


...


...


This is why I should not be in charge of things.
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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.
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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.
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I've been a bit busy the past two weeks-- running around finding an apartment, delivering rants on cultural beauty standards while trying to buy a bathing suit (counterproductive), eating far too much Ben & Jerry's (also counterproductive), not drowning in the college pool, and watching MARS-- well, that takes its toll, you know. But I've got all these scattered notes on Maou, and I figure I should either post them or stop obsessing about the show. So. The Maou Post.

Plot summary: "Angel Lawyer" Naruse Ryo is secretly out to avenge his younger brother's tragic death ten years ago. Mostly he does this by sending people mysterious tarot cards and hanging around his darkroom staring intently at photos of Serizawa Naoto. (Oh, and also by getting people systematically killed off in a spiraling trainwreck of tragedy and angst.) Naoto (Tomaaaa!) is a police detective suffering from selective amnesia about the events of ten years ago. Shiori is a true angelic figure, who offers psychic help with the tarot cards and spiritual redemption all round. (She's actually kind of awesome.) Together, they are embroiled in a tangle of murder, revenge, redemption, and creepy picturebooks!

No, really, CREEPY PICTUREBOOKS! (minimal spoilers, extra analysis) )

...
Some other spoilery thoughts... WAHHHHHH FLAIL FLAIL SPOILERS FLAIL )

It makes a lot of sense that this was based on a kdrama-- it feels very much as though it could fit into a tradition of big period dramas with lots of swordplay and pretty, flowing hair to go with the weeping and the epic angst.

Also the theme song is really good.

I LOVED IT. I’M NEVER WATCHING IT AGAIN.
timeripple: (toma sakura)
I've been a bit busy the past two weeks-- running around finding an apartment, delivering rants on cultural beauty standards while trying to buy a bathing suit (counterproductive), eating far too much Ben & Jerry's (also counterproductive), not drowning in the college pool, and watching MARS-- well, that takes its toll, you know. But I've got all these scattered notes on Maou, and I figure I should either post them or stop obsessing about the show. So. The Maou Post.

Plot summary: "Angel Lawyer" Naruse Ryo is secretly out to avenge his younger brother's tragic death ten years ago. Mostly he does this by sending people mysterious tarot cards and hanging around his darkroom staring intently at photos of Serizawa Naoto. (Oh, and also by getting people systematically killed off in a spiraling trainwreck of tragedy and angst.) Naoto (Tomaaaa!) is a police detective suffering from selective amnesia about the events of ten years ago. Shiori is a true angelic figure, who offers psychic help with the tarot cards and spiritual redemption all round. (She's actually kind of awesome.) Together, they are embroiled in a tangle of murder, revenge, redemption, and creepy picturebooks!

No, really, CREEPY PICTUREBOOKS! (minimal spoilers, extra analysis) )

...
Some other spoilery thoughts... WAHHHHHH FLAIL FLAIL SPOILERS FLAIL )

It makes a lot of sense that this was based on a kdrama-- it feels very much as though it could fit into a tradition of big period dramas with lots of swordplay and pretty, flowing hair to go with the weeping and the epic angst.

Also the theme song is really good.

I LOVED IT. I’M NEVER WATCHING IT AGAIN.
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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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Somebody please remind me why I thought it would be a great idea to cut out a million tiny construction-paper rats?
timeripple: (nakatsu fainted)
Somebody please remind me why I thought it would be a great idea to cut out a million tiny construction-paper rats?
timeripple: (intellectual dilettante)
I can has rain boots! YAY.

So, I promised [livejournal.com profile] cadragongirl that I'd do a drama post some time, because I've been watching them like a crazy drama-watching thing these past couple of months. I'll do another, less detailed one at some point, because I have a lot to say about a lot of different dramas. But I just got back comments on my pseudoincest paper, and I'm in analytical-mode, so I felt the need to write an essay on Kimi wa Petto.

I tore through this show in record time. I'd just finished the epic kdrama Legend, and I guess I was overwhelmed by all the pretty, flowing, silky Korean hair. So I was needing a bad hair fix, as one does. And of course for a badperm fix one always goes to... MatsuJun.

Kimi wa Petto (2003) is similar to [livejournal.com profile] sarahtales's Drop Dead Gorgeous in that it takes a completely cracked out premise and uses it to explore Serious Issues. (DDG totally had serious issues. IT DID, OKAY? Interspecies love, and racism, and homosexual nonpanic, and things. SRS!) Serious social issues intertwined with deeply personal psychological ones.

The Setup: Iwaya Sumire is having a really bad few days. She’s been dumped by her cheating boyfriend; transferred to a Less Serious department (she’s a journalist) as punishment for standing up against workplace sexual harassment; and the office psychiatrist won’t stop petting his creepy little chihuahua while staring at her. Arriving home in a downpour, she finds one (1) large cardboard box containing one (1) bloody and unconscious Matsumoto Jun. Like any sensible woman, instead of calling an ambulance she drags him into her apartment.

Long story short, Sumire agrees to let him stay at her place-- as her pet. That’s right. Pet. She names him Momo, after her beloved long-dead golden retriever. And the show feels the need to do this at the beginning of every episode:

MATSUJUN: So, my name’s Momo now, and I’m living with this woman as her pet.
IMPLIED AUDIENCE: Oooh, kinky.
MATSUJUN: Not so much. Unfortunately. No, literally, PET.
IMPLIED AUDIENCE: *disappointed sigh*
MATSUJUN: Tell me ‘bout it.

Psychology, Power, and Cultural Climates in Kimi wa Petto )
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I can has rain boots! YAY.

So, I promised [livejournal.com profile] cadragongirl that I'd do a drama post some time, because I've been watching them like a crazy drama-watching thing these past couple of months. I'll do another, less detailed one at some point, because I have a lot to say about a lot of different dramas. But I just got back comments on my pseudoincest paper, and I'm in analytical-mode, so I felt the need to write an essay on Kimi wa Petto.

I tore through this show in record time. I'd just finished the epic kdrama Legend, and I guess I was overwhelmed by all the pretty, flowing, silky Korean hair. So I was needing a bad hair fix, as one does. And of course for a badperm fix one always goes to... MatsuJun.

Kimi wa Petto (2003) is similar to [livejournal.com profile] sarahtales's Drop Dead Gorgeous in that it takes a completely cracked out premise and uses it to explore Serious Issues. (DDG totally had serious issues. IT DID, OKAY? Interspecies love, and racism, and homosexual nonpanic, and things. SRS!) Serious social issues intertwined with deeply personal psychological ones.

The Setup: Iwaya Sumire is having a really bad few days. She’s been dumped by her cheating boyfriend; transferred to a Less Serious department (she’s a journalist) as punishment for standing up against workplace sexual harassment; and the office psychiatrist won’t stop petting his creepy little chihuahua while staring at her. Arriving home in a downpour, she finds one (1) large cardboard box containing one (1) bloody and unconscious Matsumoto Jun. Like any sensible woman, instead of calling an ambulance she drags him into her apartment.

Long story short, Sumire agrees to let him stay at her place-- as her pet. That’s right. Pet. She names him Momo, after her beloved long-dead golden retriever. And the show feels the need to do this at the beginning of every episode:

MATSUJUN: So, my name’s Momo now, and I’m living with this woman as her pet.
IMPLIED AUDIENCE: Oooh, kinky.
MATSUJUN: Not so much. Unfortunately. No, literally, PET.
IMPLIED AUDIENCE: *disappointed sigh*
MATSUJUN: Tell me ‘bout it.

Psychology, Power, and Cultural Climates in Kimi wa Petto )
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Gorgeous day. Walked down by BU to catch the Head of the Charles for a while before doing some light reading. (Shut up. Structuralism is totally light reading. It makes sense!) I also watched the first episode of Scrap Teacher. No subtitles yet, but... it really doesn’t need them. My impressions condensed and writ below:

Teacher Voiceover: "So, it was the start of a new semester at this crappy underachieving school. Brought my nail file along, stocked up on cup ramen, all hyped and ready for another year! (Not.) Wasn’t very impressed with the enthusiastic new teacher, even after he skydived out of a helicopter, but on plus side he did bring along these three tiny but cute badasses and their Irish jig Theme o’ Triumph music. So maybe he’ll turn out okay. We’ll see. ‘Scuse me now, gotta go slurp some noodles before they get all soggy. See you next week!"



It was while discussing Bad Fan Behavior with [livejournal.com profile] snowqueenofhoth that I started talking about stalking underaged idols and the whole marketing overdose as a twisted, inverted commodification of labor. I realized that 1) maybe I understand Marxism better than I thought, and 2) even though I come up with stuff like that in our IM conversations all the time (see also the Unified Theory of Ryo’s Consumptive Attractiveness; the Pseudo-Marxist Signification Theory of Inappropriate Idol Stalking And Why It’s Wrong), Rachel is still friends with me.

In that vein, and because I have new glasses that say "i are smart, seriuz grad student", I bring you "Videointertextuality: A Vaguely Structuralist Deconstruction (sort of) of Two JE PVs". Clearly grad school has made me even more insane. Send help plz. Feel free to take this as parody; just don't kill me for butchering Very Important Literary Concepts and not providing essential background information. Also, it's more my train of thought than an actual essay. Maybe you should just... )
...skip to the slightly more coherent conclusion )
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Gorgeous day. Walked down by BU to catch the Head of the Charles for a while before doing some light reading. (Shut up. Structuralism is totally light reading. It makes sense!) I also watched the first episode of Scrap Teacher. No subtitles yet, but... it really doesn’t need them. My impressions condensed and writ below:

Teacher Voiceover: "So, it was the start of a new semester at this crappy underachieving school. Brought my nail file along, stocked up on cup ramen, all hyped and ready for another year! (Not.) Wasn’t very impressed with the enthusiastic new teacher, even after he skydived out of a helicopter, but on plus side he did bring along these three tiny but cute badasses and their Irish jig Theme o’ Triumph music. So maybe he’ll turn out okay. We’ll see. ‘Scuse me now, gotta go slurp some noodles before they get all soggy. See you next week!"



It was while discussing Bad Fan Behavior with [livejournal.com profile] snowqueenofhoth that I started talking about stalking underaged idols and the whole marketing overdose as a twisted, inverted commodification of labor. I realized that 1) maybe I understand Marxism better than I thought, and 2) even though I come up with stuff like that in our IM conversations all the time (see also the Unified Theory of Ryo’s Consumptive Attractiveness; the Pseudo-Marxist Signification Theory of Inappropriate Idol Stalking And Why It’s Wrong), Rachel is still friends with me.

In that vein, and because I have new glasses that say "i are smart, seriuz grad student", I bring you "Videointertextuality: A Vaguely Structuralist Deconstruction (sort of) of Two JE PVs". Clearly grad school has made me even more insane. Send help plz. Feel free to take this as parody; just don't kill me for butchering Very Important Literary Concepts and not providing essential background information. Also, it's more my train of thought than an actual essay. Maybe you should just... )
...skip to the slightly more coherent conclusion )

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