four days of anime and hermitting
It's been four days now that I've stayed at home to (mostly) study. It feels good not to have had to navigate people as if they were vietnamese minefields. Well, there's my father, but after close to eighteen years yelling at each other we've learnt how to communicate past the mutual thorniness. The best thing is that I think we both know that, at the most fundamental level, we can trust each other.
The air-con isn't working properly. It emits a horrible continuous vibrating noise that makes it impossible for me to think, much less sleep. I hate loud continuous vibrating noises even more than I hate being too hot or too cold. Sleeping without air-con is proving to be quite nice actually, apart from the mosquitoes, and maybe it'll help save 1/36ths of a tree by the time the repairman comes on monday.
I didn't study ALL the time. In fact, I've finished watching all 24 episodes of Fate/Stay Night. It started slow but all of it was interesting, and I like all the characters except Ilya (and Gilgamesh, but that's because I felt like kicking him in the face, not because I had problems with how he was made). Some small plot-strings were left dangling, probably to keep the story tight around the main characters -- but also probably to keep the show PG. (Sakura's backstory is very horrifying and it's not likely going to make it past even online censorship in an anime.) The ending made my heart ache. I like happy endings, and this was only SORT OF happy. But it was also the most elegantly powerful ending I have ever seen.*
The battle scenes were fantastic.
My brother's flying off to New York tomorrow. I won't see his hammer-shaped chin any more after that until about next year. The thought is slightly dislocating.
*Note: I meant what I said by 'elegantly powerful'. Nothing has moved me quite so much for some time. Not even, to my everlasting horror, King Lear. (Partially because of bloody Cordelia, who was horribly portrayed, but that is another story.) The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi's ending was definitely elegant, definitely more technically so than that of Fate/Stay Night: seamlessly tied in, suitably climatic, epic in force and resolution -- but in the optimistic kind of epic way. The element of tragedy was just missing (it wasn't MEANT to be there in the first place). On the other hand, what Fate/Stay Night had going for it was dignity and death, which shook my deepest heart to its core, and anyone who reads this now can probably tell that I'm a closet romantic. There goes my image, sigh.
The air-con isn't working properly. It emits a horrible continuous vibrating noise that makes it impossible for me to think, much less sleep. I hate loud continuous vibrating noises even more than I hate being too hot or too cold. Sleeping without air-con is proving to be quite nice actually, apart from the mosquitoes, and maybe it'll help save 1/36ths of a tree by the time the repairman comes on monday.
I didn't study ALL the time. In fact, I've finished watching all 24 episodes of Fate/Stay Night. It started slow but all of it was interesting, and I like all the characters except Ilya (and Gilgamesh, but that's because I felt like kicking him in the face, not because I had problems with how he was made). Some small plot-strings were left dangling, probably to keep the story tight around the main characters -- but also probably to keep the show PG. (Sakura's backstory is very horrifying and it's not likely going to make it past even online censorship in an anime.) The ending made my heart ache. I like happy endings, and this was only SORT OF happy. But it was also the most elegantly powerful ending I have ever seen.*
The battle scenes were fantastic.
My brother's flying off to New York tomorrow. I won't see his hammer-shaped chin any more after that until about next year. The thought is slightly dislocating.
*Note: I meant what I said by 'elegantly powerful'. Nothing has moved me quite so much for some time. Not even, to my everlasting horror, King Lear. (Partially because of bloody Cordelia, who was horribly portrayed, but that is another story.) The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi's ending was definitely elegant, definitely more technically so than that of Fate/Stay Night: seamlessly tied in, suitably climatic, epic in force and resolution -- but in the optimistic kind of epic way. The element of tragedy was just missing (it wasn't MEANT to be there in the first place). On the other hand, what Fate/Stay Night had going for it was dignity and death, which shook my deepest heart to its core, and anyone who reads this now can probably tell that I'm a closet romantic. There goes my image, sigh.
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