Look what I did, my very first AMV. I’m moving on up in the anime world. Noragami is one of my top five favorite animes of all time. This song really got stuck in my head so I just ended up listening to it about a hundred times in the making of this. It took me forever to get around to finishing it, I’m glad I did, it turned out pretty cool. Now people of of WordPress up my viewer count!
The story of Tokyo Ghoul follows Ken Kaneki, who barely survives a deadly encounter with Rize Kamishiro, a woman who is revealed to be a ghoul, a human-like creature that hunts and devours human flesh, and is taken to the hospital in critical condition. After recovering, Kaneki discovers that somehow he underwent a surgery that transformed him into a half-ghoul, and just like them, must consume human flesh to survive as well. With no one else to turn to, he is taken in by the ghouls who manage the coffee shop “Anteiku”, who teach him to deal with his new life as a half-human/half-ghoul, including interacting with ghoul society and its conflicting factions, while striving to keep his identity secret from other humans. -Wikipedia
Tokyo Ghoul has become one of my favorite new animes of 2014. This year everywhere I look I keep running into new animes that look fantastic and this one definitely has to be up there on the top five of most awesome.
Our story revolves around Kanaki, a human who becomes a half ghoul after a fateful encounter with the beautiful Miss Rize. Afterwards his life is thrown into a world of chaos; from creepy people who want to eat him, the CCG who want to kill him, a ghoul named Jason who wants to “take from him,” and trying to protect and keep the secret from his BF Hide, Kaneki has a lot to worry about and his life isn’t getting any easier when he has to deal with the hunger and taste preferences that comes along with being a ghoul.
The anime has a lot of good attributes going for it, the animation is completely amazing: vivid and pulsing with life (except for all those pesky censors), the music which is how I first got interested in Tokyo Ghoul, the characters that really come to life on the screen, and my god that ending.
That ending is really what pushed my interest from like to love on this series. Throughout the entire show Kaneki is put into a lot of stress over the moral obligations of humans and ghouls. He’s basically your normal character who can’t stand up for himself and would rather take a beating than harm anyone including his enemies even if that means some of his friends die in the process. These are his moral convictions: “It’s better to get hurt than to hurt others.” Through, ghostery, mind sharing, or insanity, Miss Rize comes back at the end to make Kaneki reevaluate those convictions. She makes him see that all the pain he’s in, all the pain that’s happening to the people around him, are his fault. This is basically what we’re always screaming at our protagonists with no back bone, “Stop your ‘righteous’ bullshit and just kill the villain!” Miss Rize tells him that in essence he chose to be in the terrible situation that’s happening around him because he refused to do anything about it. Yes! Thank you writers for pointing this out. Whether Kaneki takes her words to heart or keeps to his hero complex I will not spoil, but the ending was perfect and there’s already a season two planned to come out in January.
This show did have it’s faults I will admit, but none that were too overbearing in my opinion. One thing that really did annoy me was how much fanfare there is for Kaneki’s masks when I think he only wore it maybe twice, and thats’ a big maybe, it might have actually been only worn once, I can’t really remember. Considering the fact that that mask is in almost every single piece of fan art and you can actually buy a replica of it, it’s pretty bad that I can only recall one occasion when he wore it. Another thing were the censors, some of those censors were just stupid and really shouldn’t have been there at all. Through most of the show we’re treated to black blobs, flashes of white light, screen cut-offs, and scenes in negative so as to not show all the blood and gore. It’s pretty ridiculous. One more thing that bugged me, what exactly are kagunes? That’s something that was never explained and I don’t think it ever will be… just- I really don’t understand them and quinques? How do those works? Questions I really want answers too, but, honestly, the shows good enough for me to ignore those minor things.
Overall, the show is free to watch on Hulu, so just go stream it now, it’s awesome and I hear the manga’s better, so that’s something to look at, and season two is right around the corner so now is the perfect time to watch it.
And to give you a little taste here’s the opening theme that originally got me interested in the show after I watched it while surfing youtube.
The opening song is literally my favorite song of all time right now. It’s called Unravel by: TK from Ling Toshite Sigure.
My sister showed me this song at the same time that she found “All About that Bass” (trust me completely different songs here) While “All About that Bass” got popular a month later “Dollhouse” has yet to hit the headlines. It’ll get there eventually, it’s a good song. “Dollhouse” has been in my top 5 playlist for about two weeks, even though it’s getting ousted because of all the new Japanese music I keep adding. It’s definitely worth listening to every now and then.
“The Three Musketeers tell the story of the early adventures of the young Gascon gentleman d’Artagnan & his three friends from the regiment of the King’s Musketeers – Athos, Porthos & Aramis. Under the watchful eye of their patron M. de Treville, the four defend the honour of the regiment against the guards of the Cardinal Richelieu, & the honor of the queen against the machinations of the Cardinal himself as the power struggles of 17th-century France are vividly played out in the background. But their most dangerous encounter is with the Cardinal’s spy: Milady, one of literature’s most memorable female villains.” -Goodreads
This story had me enraptured from the first page. From cover to cover it was witty, funny, and exciting. Dumas kept me engaged and on the edge of my seat and despite his characters being more than a hundred years old I still felt a strong attachment them. This speaks volumes of the strength of Dumas’ writing prowess. At some points I could hardly sit still in my seat, I was laughing out loud while reading about d’Artagnan and his fateful encounter with each musketeer in turn and all their misfit adventures. At times I found myself holding my breath and gripping the book tightly as I read about our heroes daring fights, near death experiences, the betrayals they experienced, and the pains they all went through. The story starts fast-paced and doesn’t slow down until the last page and Dumas’ third person point of view allows the reader to really view the action from all sides. This book can only be described as one of a kind. I truly loved reading this story and would recommend it for anyone who is interested in a classic.
This book had excellent and engaging characters, the writing was above superb, and the plot was exciting and fast paced. Given the chance I will gladly read the sequel and the triquel. I rate this book five out of five.
This week in my creative writing class we strayed away from our short stories and worked on poetry. One of the poems we did was a type of shakespearean sonnet where you insult your lover.
It’s an interesting concept to make a poem list the faults you have with someone. Of course, the ending makes up for it by giving them a lovey dove couplet.
I, of course, made my sonnet for my one and only true love haha.
So on to the prompt: Make a poem that makes fun of someone or something and follow this rhyme scheme- ababcdcdefefegg while the last stanza (the gg) begins with “And yet,.”
For your enjoyment: Lelouch vi Brtiannia
I honestly don’t remember how we met
Our meeting so unmemorable it seems
I think I was surfing youtube on the internet
I didn’t know that you’d drive my sanity to the extremes
It’s because of you I lost so much sleep
Some many times you left me hanging there
The seeds of despair were sowed and I had to reap
This relationship wasn’t even close to fair
I cried all night when the curtain closed
After you for a week I couldn’t eat
I was left completely indisposed
How did you manage this feat?
And yet, for so many reasons I’ll love you always
You’ll be in my heart for the rest of my days
Usually I don’t listen this genre of music but my sister does and since I’ve been trying to make her a cd mix I’ve ended up with a lot of her type of music on my iTunes.
On the board of my creative writing class a close-up picture of a figure wearing a pink dress and holding a large axe. In this picture you can only get the side view and only from neck down to to the hips. Next to this image are the words “Tell this Story.”
The prompt: Write a story about this figure.
For your enjoyment: The Pink Gown
A cow’s skull stares at me from the darkness of the forest. It has to be the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen. Below the skull is the body of a girl in a white dress. She’s holding a humongous axe, it looks heavy as hell, I’m not even sure how she’s able to hold it one handed.
The black eyes of the cow skull stare deep into my soul and I’m frozen in place. I watch in almost slow motion as the axe rises above the strangers head and then comes down onto my chest.
My blood flies grotesquely all over the pristine white gown, staining the pearly material pink. I collapse onto the ground in a sudden heap, time seems to speed up now.
My breath comes out in ragged gasps. I watch as my blood flows freely over the ground, too fast, too fast. My heart pounds like a hammer in my cavernous chest. I cling to myself desperately as if that will somehow bring my life back, but then in seconds I’m dead.
The girl in the pink stained gown watches the man’s final moments of desperation with a serene indifference. She has no heart and no soul, all of her being had been consumed by the gods long ago. Now she is nothing more than an empty shell.
She wretches off the cow skull that served no purpose other than to scare her victims and then kneels down on the ground next to the dead man. Like an animal she rips the flesh off his bones with her bare teeth and chews it savagely, letting the blood drip down her chin onto her already ruined dress. She’s apathetic though to her appearance and everything around her. The girl is methodical and almost clinical as she eats and chews her food. She finishes the meal and then puts the cow skull back on. There is nothing but scraps left of the man. She isn’t hungry, she never is, but would still kill and eat anyone who chanced upon her wandering form.
I’m back from a five month hibernation and I bring with me more of my creative writing stories.
Since Halloween has just come and gone I’ve decided to post one of my more creepier (*fucked up) stories.
My prompt: Write about these three things- An Adam’s apple, an orange dolphin with spikes, and an abandoned car.
You will not believe how incredibly twisted this short three hundred word story is. I couldn’t even read it aloud for my class because I was laughing so much, I had to get my sister to do it and even she had problems reading it.
For your enjoyment: The Orange Dolphin’s Obsession
It was all because of his adam’s apple. It entranced me, the way it would bob up and down. Of course I could not expect get too close to this magnificent thing that filled my imagination. The man it belonged to lived in a broke down car, I in the ocean. We were worlds apart, he had two legs and I had fins. Even when he came into the water I could not get close, I was a dolphin that had orange skin. There were a few other orange dolphins with me but none were as enthralled as me by this man. But I tell you I was hypnotized by that adam’s apple, I wanted to see it closer, I wanted to watch the muscles and veins around it contract and expand as he swallowed and drowned on salt water. I was a freaky fish.
One day after he’d spent hours in the water I was driven into a frenzy. I could contain myself no more, that adam’s apple would be mine. As he swam out of the ocean I followed at a discreet distance, hiding myself in the sunset’s reflection. His car was parked close to the beach and after he’d walked to it and gotten inside I made my move.
I, with my powerful fins, leapt from the water to car. In a crunch of metal and glass finally did I get to see that adam’s apple move. My gods did it move. The man was screaming hysterically while I, all the while, laughed at the sight of him. It was great fun. The glass and metal of the car cut through me, all in my fins and eyes, but I didn’t car about those scraps of spikes. I had all eyes to the man and his wide open, shrieking mouth and the oh so hypnotic adam’s apple.
The second book in the Lunar Chronicles series by Marissa Meyer. This is the retelling of Little Red Riding Hood in a new and inventive way. With twists, betrayal, and attitude to match it all Meyer brings this story out as the new fantasy/sci-fi adventure series to read.
With Cress just coming out I thought it prudent to final get myself caught up on this series and read Scarlet. This book was okay. I rated it a four out of five stars on Goodreads.
The plot had a lot of ups and downs for me- it had a lot of action which I liked, but it also had a few boring and repetitive bits.
Most of what I remember from Cinder was her mooning over prince Kai and complaining about her stepmom, but not a lot of stuff was actually going on, it was more like the all of the story arcs were being set up, which Meyer did work pretty well, but it was still just a bit lacking. In Scarlet we finally get to see the results to those story arcs and they were exciting.
In Scarlet the main thing that I didn’t like was Scarlet. The whole book would have been way better off if all of her bits had just been cut out. She walks into a bar to deliver some vegetables to the owner and boom it was practically insta-love at first sight with her and Wolf, it made me want to grind my teeth together. Her character has practically no personality, all she ever goes on about is her missing grandmother. And she’s always angry, if she’s not ranting over some small injustice then she’s just throwing stuff. On the very first page she’s throwing tomatoes at a wall and ranting about the police, second page she’s yelling at a bunch of bar patrons and starting a bar fight, and her character grows not an ounce through the entire story. She was just a limp piece of lettuce through the entire novel.
What I did like about the story, though, was everything else. Everything else was perfect. Cinder escapes from prison and on her way out picks up Captain Thorne. Captain Thorne is awesome. I love Captain Thorne. Captain Thorne should get his own book… err maybe not, but he was my favorite character in the entire novel and I can’t wait to see him in Cress.
Getting a POV from Kai was really good too. I liked the way he thought about things; his confused feelings towards Cinder, his hatred toward Queen Levana, and the love he has for his country. They’re all jumbled up in his head as he tries to do what’s best for everyone.
Cinder gets a definite upgrade (and I’m not just talking about her new arm and leg) her character is on the move and not slowing down for anyone. Instead of going to Dr. Erland in Africa she heads to Europe to find Ms. Benoit, Scarlet’s grandmother, to get some answers about her forgotten years. The answers that Cinder finds are quite honestly, pretty weird and alot sad.
The ending to Scarlet had me thrown pretty hard. We get a POV from Queen Levana and it left me just plain confused, but also very very intrigued.
This is definitely a series to read. It has just about anything a person could ask for in a book series: good characters (mostly), interesting plot, and most of all excellent writing. If you haven’t read the Lunar Chronicles yet you should definitely pick it up now.
My prompt on this one had to follow strict guide lines, three characters, an animal, and rainy weather. Seemed easy enough to turn into a weird, messed-up story.
Once upon a time there was a sweater. On the sweater lived a creature, he was a black and white penguin who had been stitched with love and care on the sweater by a machine.
The machine had been the first of it’s kind and in fact the penguin was the first penguin it had stitched on a sweater, it was also its last. Upon finishing the very last stitch for the black and white penguin the machine mysteriously stopped working. No matter how many mechanics came and looked at it, declaring it in perfect working order, it refused to make any more handsome penguins.
Unbeknownst to the owner of the machine, the machine silently thought that it could never make a sweater as beautiful as it had that first time, and the machine didn’t want it’s first penguin to feel cheapened by creating a thousand more in exact likeness, and so it had decided that it would simply never make another.
A year later, after the perfectly working, but stubborn machine had been scrapped for parts (it regretted nothing), the penguin had it’s first thought. The thought was this, “Ow!” The penguin thought this because at that very moment the little girl who owned him had folded him up uncomfortably, right down the middle, and shoved him in her dresser, preferring instead to wear the unthinking, but more colorful giraffe sweater for the cold and rainy day.
This did not upset the penguin, being disregarded for the giraffe, because he had another miraculous thought that giraffe was better looking then him, as the girl also thought.
So the pretty penguin laid there in the dark and thought upon things which he had never been able to think upon before. At first his thoughts were small, and inconsequential to anything. The penguin was like a child trying to discover what the world meant the very first time it opened its eyes. Steadily, though, the penguin’s mind began to age and grow as any persons would under deep reflection. Within an hour the black and white penguin had developed from a child’s mind to a full grown and philosophical mind. After reaching this state of being the penguin took to depression, because even though an hour earlier he hadn’t minded the giraffe being chosen over him, but now it caused him great pains knowing that he was not as good as the giraffe sweater and could do nothing to change this.
Three hours later when the little girl came home, and discarded the brightly colored giraffe sweater into her dresser the penguin committed suicide by spontaneous combustion and burned down the entire house killing everyone inside, including the little girl and her mother and father and destroying the sweater.
Coincidentally the giraffe sweater was created by a machine that was hated by the machine that had stitched the penguin, why the machine hated the other was a mystery.