This is another really, really, old AMV, but it’s by far one of my favorites ever. Nadesico is one of the best, most underrated series ever, and Akito and this cover of Five For Fighting’s Superman (acappella by Off The Beat) is amazing. The show itself is an amazing blend of space-mecha-harem-parody anime there is, always and never taking itself too seriously. Since there’s no official upload on youtube, here’s the original page for it on the Org: Akitoman by dji. (From what I can see, quality will seem better on phones than browsers, since they won’t stretch quite as much.)
I’ve been trying for almost a week now to find a video for today that fits some very specific themes, but I haven’t had any luck with that yet. So, instead, I have something very sad instead. Anime Safe Haven’s video for Fairy Tail’s Lucy and Aquarius, set to Maher Zain’s “So Soon.”
(Note: this is far from the last time you’ll see A.S.H.’s videos here. I adore so much of her work, and the fact that most of it is Fairy Tail doesn’t hurt, either.)
Okay, so behind me in line at Publix over lunch was a Very Concerned Barista on her lunch break. I’d seen her twice already in the ~5 minutes I was in the store: first while I was walking to the sushi counter (fuck yeah, $5 sushi on Wednesdays) and again at the sushi counter itself (Very Concerned Barista likewise was enjoying Wednesday Sushi). Both times, she was having a Very Intense Conversation over her ear piece, but even at the sushi counter I couldn’t tell exactly what she was talking about.
That changed in the checkout line. And the first thing I actually made out of her Very Intense Conversation?
“I don’t care what’s in space. Space needs to stay in space.”
And, well, this made me curious. Luckily, I didn’t have to snoop or eavesdrop for the rest, because she was So Concerned about space staying in space that a decent amount of the line could hear her, and I was right there at her side. (Please note that she wasn’t hysterical or anything with this next part, just Very Emphatic.)
“No, I told you space needs to stay in space. I don’t care what’s up there, it doesn’t need to know that I’m down here. Cause the next thing you know, they’re gonna be coming down here and the wrong person’s going to say something stupid and the next thing you know they’re going to blow all of us up. [pause] No, he’s going to say something stupid. [pause] Anyway, they’re going to blow us all up and I’ll never be able to get to them first to tell them no, I’m not like that; most of us aren’t like that; we’re good except for them, please don’t blow us up but it’s going to be too late and we’ll all die.”
…Now, I can only guess at who she was concerned would say something stupid… But I’m pretty sure I know who it was about.
Either way I’m trying not to laugh as she’s going on about all of it, because I don’t want her to think I’m laughing at her when I actually agree with a large portion of the conversation. I wanted to tell her how much I agreed, that if space didn’t stay in space then some people would say some dumb shit and get us all blown up. I couldn’t though, ‘cause I was done checking out then and the cashier was starting to get her ($5 sushi and a bag of peanut M&M’s, I swear I should have been this girl’s best friend). Plus, we were both on our lunch breaks and I was running out of time to get back in time.
Space needs to stay in space.
It’s almost 5:30am Eastern time, so now I can say this and have it up to date for any of you who may be reading:
2018 Sucked™. Hard. I went into the year angry–not with my life, I suppose,* but with the universe. Cause you know what? The universe has fucked a lot of shit up lately. In spite of the universe’s cosmic-level fails, though, I managed to drag, walk, and eventually breeze through a lot of it.
*There wasn’t no anger with my life coming into the year, but there was a hell of a lot of unhappiness. 2017 had been a very, very difficult year.
Anyway! We’ve made it through 2018. Here are some highlights, I suppose:
- I lost my job–three days before my birthday. I worked at the apartment complex for 12 years, and for many of the final years it had become a very unhealthy environment. Losing my job was the only way out, though; while there, I could apply for other jobs all I wanted but couldn’t ever actually leave thanks to my apartment being directly tied to the job. Being let go gracefully meant I could transition without having a complete breakdown publicly or privately. And we had an emergency backup that wasn’t available for voluntarily quitting, so we weren’t completely alone like we could have been.
- My bipolar improved. No one’s ever completely well, but thanks to getting out of that office, I’m a thousand times better. That’s how unhealthy I’d let the apartments become; losing my job boosted my health in a way I couldn’t imagine before. I’ve had lesser swings and phases, but no full mania or severe depression.
- I finally got my new job, and it’s wonderful. On the surface, it probably looks like boring desk work… but it’s not. Not for me, at least. Cause yeah, I’m at a desk, but my mind is busy the whole time, I work with people I like and am friendly with, and it’s an introvert’s dream: almost all communication outside of the office is by email. Seriously, my phone’s rung maybe a dozen times in seven-ish months. It’s. A. Dream. It’s the healthy environment I needed so much
- I lost over 20 pounds. …And still counting, too. The first 5-7 lost were a bad situation–a new medicine I started literally has “anorexia” as a possible side effect for early in treatment, and it hit me hard. I couldn’t eat when I tried, so I stopped trying for a while. I gained most of that back (at least the first five pounds), though, so even treating that first loss as a fluke I broke the 20 pound mark on Christmas Eve. I’m almost to a size 10, which is my actual goal instead of total pounds lost. Once I get there and maintain it for a while, I’ll decide if I can work my way down to an 8 and still be healthy. Oh, and since I did it killing myself in the gym, I’m actually stronger now, too, not just skinnier. (Okay, not really that intense, but intense enough that I have visible definition in a few places, and my calves are amazing.)
So yeah, that was 2018 for me. The positive outweighs the negative by a long shot for a change. The year would have been even better if the world wasn’t imploding, but here’s to hoping that gets better as we continue along.
So! 2019. I don’t see any major changes personally or professionally for my life this year. Incremental improvements, sure, but nothing massive. And I don’t do resolutions, so there’s nothing like that to stress over. I mean, props to people who are motivated by resolutions and can keep them, but to me it’s just something to overwhelm people and eventually scare them away from what they wanted to do in the first place.
Just because I don’t do resolutions, though, doesn’t mean I don’t have want-to-do-s most years. For the last few years I’ve wanted to do the New Year Dragon Age Re-Everything. That hasn’t successfully happened yet, but when we get closer to The Dread Wolf Rises and hype rises again, I’ll give it another shot.
This year I was considering doing a thing I did in… 2011? 2012? where I flat out Did. Not. Play. any game I’d finished before. (I think I did it that year to fight off Dragon Age burnout then, too, but I don’t remember 100%.) And it was a great way to change things up. And I have a ton of games I could play instead even without counting my Steam library. The problem with repeating that for 2019 is that I just started replays of Skyrim, Stardew Valley, and Chrono Trigger. What I’ll do instead is finish these replays, mix in newer games (Let’s GO Eevee I’ve already started, and I’ve had I Am Setsuna saved for later for years) as I go. It’s not a pure go at New Games Only, but it’s better than nothing… right?
Ack, week 2 of Saturday Morning Cartoons and I’m already running a bit late. >.< I couldn’t find a quality copy of the video I wanted to post, but I found this vid in the meantime and I’m glad I did because I love it. To be fair, “seven devils” is kind of on the nose for the Homunculi… but so what? I like the Homunculi, and I love Florence and the Machine.
Enjoy. Seven Devils by Ƙαηєιѕнкι Sαяαηυкι
Holy crap, I made it back to post when I said I would! Okay, so some finishing up for the day.
The afternoon went great. We do a Secret Santa where the “best” gift gets a literal championship belt, which means no one gets real presents from their Santas and it just gets more absurd (and sometimes vulgar, like the best/worst games of Cards Against Humanity) year after year. This year’s winner involved a pin the tail on the donkey variant involving… sasquatch testicles. Like I said, the best/worst. No, I didn’t take pictures of that one. I mean, it’s not like it would have passed the filters on Tumblr.
Food was good; the only thing better would have been banana pudding at the end. Me and some banana pudding are kinda like happy on the wallet Brian got me, seriously. Also pictured? An entirely new Pop Vinyl wall; six from Brian and three from family. Not pictured, Let’s Go: Eevee. And I love my eevee… It lets me scritch its head. ^_^
Okay, one last bit and then I have to get ready for bed: I discovered the “12 Days of Socks” packs last year. I got the Star Wars pack then, and the socks themselves are the best. So when Brian found out this year that each pack’s socks are different (each year, and each cover art when there are multiple covers) he got one of this year’s sets for me. I started posting these to Twitter as I opened them each day, but decided halfway through to save them for now. Seriously, if you ever find ANY of these sets, grab them up. All different fandoms, super soft, and last year’s set are still good even after wearing them literally all year. I’m sure any of these sets that are left over in stores are going to be on clearance, so grab them grab them!
Okay, well, it’s late (by “late” I mean it’s 10:30 pm, cause I get up by five in the morning) so I’m going to get to bed. I had one killer nap this afternoon, but it’s not going to be enough to carry me through tomorrow. So until I have a chance to post again, enjoy this stock footage of me and Mina cuddling up for the night.
Okay, so this year’s a lot more low-key than we normally go with, but that’s just fine since less to do = less to stress out over. Because even with only Brian to really have to worry about at Christmas it stresses me THE HELL out. As recently as just last year, that stress would be a good part of why I’m awake this early on a day off. This year, though, it’s just because I get up like this on weekdays anyway, so I wasn’t able to get back to sleep for more than a twenty-ish minute nap.
Anyway! Christmas. Technically, I guess it hasn’t “started” yet, since Brian moved from the bed to the couch an hour or so ago but is still very, very much asleep. I kind of wish he would wake up… I don’t know yet if I want another cup of coffee, and if I decide that I do want another, I can’t get it until after he gets his & makes some more. So he needs to be awake, so Christmas coffee, at least, can continue.
Well, we did have some Christmas last night, not for us but for Brian’s brother’s bf. Board and board-ish games are a holiday thing for a lot of families, I’m told, and BIL’s bf has apparently been wanting Cards Against Humanity. I had his name for Secret Santa, so we gave him his present early and everyone played that. Then Brian’s siblings tried to get their mom to play. It didn’t happen, but it was a good effort.
(I can’t wait to see bf’s face this morning; we have one of those smoked salmon that always go on sale at World Market and stuff at the holidays as an unassigned prank gift, and we’re giving it to him so there’s still SOMETHING for him to open with the rest of us later today.)
That’s all the Christmas that happened last night, though. I was asleep so early that we didn’t even do the one-present-on-Christmas-Eve thing. We’ll get to that stuff when he finally wakes up, though. Whenever that may be. God, I wish he’d get up. He’s almost two hours past normal now and I really want to see about getting more coffee made after he’s had his.
Anyway, I’ll try to pop back in later (thus the “1/?” above) when I have more to post. I know I have like, 5+ Pop Vinyls waiting for me from Brian alone (they’re cheap, and they’re a massive portion of my Amazon list), so I need to find out which ones he found. (FMA?? Please please FMA! I’m thinking he found Alphonse with Cats, cause he has a bunch of Hot Topic boxes for storing away the Pops I’m getting today until there’s room to put them out properly again. Obvs, if he was at Hot Topic he’d have gotten me the HT exclusive pop, right? Right.) There are also a bunch of Pops from his family, too, so we’ll see what comes up later on that front.