I've rarely in my life been more hyped for something. The music gives me that good dread and goosebumps and I immediatley got my share of Colin Stetson stuff to listen to on loop. The art looks faithful too. I am hopeful we will receive some crazy good stuff that will nestle into our brains for months to come.
Latest posts made by minus.
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RE: Junji Ito's Uzumaki Anime Coming Soon
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RE: Disney animation thread
Watched Frozen 2 yesterday
! Did not expect the acceptance of war crimes and existential, crippling grief (all with the right coping mechanism) to be this central to the plot. Wow. You could still see the action figures flickering over your inner eye whenever a new character was introduced (damn son, so many toys of Elsa on that Aqua horse are gonna be sold) but it really gave us some surprising depth. I am flabbergasted and really enjoyed it.
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RE: Random News Article Discussion II
I just had this generation talk with my friend and we managed to figure out that I'm a Millenial while he's a Gen Z-er. Do these terms have much prevalence outside the US by the way?
What comes after Generation Z anyway?
Only in the sense that Millenials actually remember that surreal time frame where the Internet did not exist but started to permeate everything. Gen Z were born straight into that Wi-Fi reality techno bubble. That makes us living historical time capsules.
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RE: Long time fan joining ship
Man I've hit my decade of OP-ness, too. Time flies, huh? Enjoy your stay and welcome :)
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RE: Confession Session II
@Bond:
…I need a place to let everything out. I'm out of options.
! My life is a wreck. I broke up with the girl of my dreams due to an emotional outburst, and months later, I thought to reconcile with her only to realise that she's found another person. And he's clearly better than me in every way I can think of, and he's much more capable of keeping her happy, and she's still very understanding and supportive of me because she's the nicest, most kind-hearted girl in the world and I threw her away due to overwhelming self-loathing. I can't blame anyone but myself, this misery I feel is a result of my own actions.
! I can't share my sadness with my friends either, and it's not because I haven't tried. Everyone I talk to about this feels awkward, they're not used to seeing me so frantically emotional. They don't know what to do or what to say and start staying away from me because they're afraid of making things worse, and I don't blame them. Every time I look back on how I've been talking to people, I see myself just seething with sorrow and hate for my own self, and I understand why people have been staying away. Nobody wants to talk to someone like that. I've run out of people I can talk to. I'm losing my friends because I don't know how to fucking deal with my own stupid feelings. They say when you show your true self, that's when you'll know who your true friends are, but what if I don't have any true friends? I don't want to be alone. Even if they're just regular friends, I don't want them to leave me.
! And the worst part is that logical side of my brain. It's telling me that this is a stupid problem to get worked up about. There are people out there facing and struggling with problems much worse than my own, why am I breaking down over a little relationship trouble? I'm just a weak ass self-centered coward who can't even kill himself because he's afraid to die. I shouldn't be feeling so depressed. The fact that I am means my priorities aren't right. So what if I'm alone? It's better than causing other people discomfort by pouring out all your emotions onto them. Stop bothering them. They shouldn't have to carry your burdens. Nobody wants that kind of friend. Nobody wants you.
! I want to die but I'm too afraid to do it.
! I don't know what to do.[hide]First of all: feeling depressed is not a competition. Can you imagine telling someone whose house burned down that they should be grateful and stop complaining because at least they had a house and homeless people have it worse? Disregarding your pain as trivial in comparison to "other more serious problems" is the wrong approach and will hurt even more on the long run. Of course there are people struggling harder then you and there always will be. But your are the protagonist of your life and it's absolutely legitimate to focus on your subjective problems if they objectively make you feel horrible. Give yourself some slack, i don't think your problem is "stupid" at all. Looking at it rationally: what help is for anybody if you deny yourself a call for support because the problem you have seems to be too small to bother others with? Rationally, if you seek support you can and will becomer stronger to in turn help others in need. No matter how "trivial" a problem is, if it hurts you, take it seriously.
Second of all: heart break is a motherfucker, simple and clear. You're in a position which makes it even harder by still having contact with the girl you love while she's already in love with another and you need to stop that or it will fuck you up even more. You must take a break from her to heal and emotionally distance yourself from her. Communicate if you must, tell her you still care about her but you must keep some distance. If she's a good soul and has found a loving partner you must accept that for her sake and move on and for that you must let her go. It takes time to heal you can believe that. But it will hurt less and less everyday until you only think of her once a day, once a week, fewer and fewer times. But you must make a cut internally. And there will be love for you out there even if it seems impossible now. I've been there, most people have been there you just need to hold ln till the dark times pass and the good times will roll in.
Focus on bettering yourself, on becoming a person you would like to be, a person who does not rely on anybody to be happy but is good to themself, and step by step is able to make others happy too.
Thirdly: when you think of hurting yourself, remember people love you. Your family loves you and your friends do too. Pick one of them who seems like they know a thing or two about love and i'm sure there an open ear. If even after thoughtful consideration, you come to the conclusion that nobody wants to listen to you, come to this thread. We're a bunch of weirdos on an anime message board but we do care. So come around and before you do anything final please come here and talk, communicate, let that shit out of your system. Seriously you made me type out this long ass message when i should be sleeping since I care about, even though we're strangers. Your friends will do the same, just try them. Take care and keep your head up[/hide]
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RE: Pixar movies
I really loved watching the Incredibles 2 but I'm so sad that I am too old now to have the "double experience" I had with the Incredibles 1. First time watching I was still a little kiddo who was into the action and funny dialogue, then I rewatched it as an adult and the things that made me laugh the most this time around were Helen's and Bob's antics as they tried to juggle their marriage and kids and super hero stress. I loved how they contradicted each other at the dinner table scene like a typical super stressed couple. So in part two I adored the loving, intimate communication between the two and Bob trying his best to not let his envy show like a mature loving husband and their team work both within and outside of the super hero personas. I loved that Elastigirl had the spot light and she's exactly the type of fighting style I look up to. Smooth, quick-witted, efficient, with as little damage as possible. It's was indeed INCREDIBLE to see how creatively she employed her powers and resorted to physics and stealth to diffuse a situation (That motorcycle scene combined with her Elastipowers? Goddang I need a video game with that move-set). She was a wonderful contrast to Mr. Incredible's move-set, which relied on Boom Boom Punches. Don't misunderstand, his powers are cool as hell but it was so refreshing to see the focus on a completely different approach. On another note, that short-movie with the Chinese mom made me sob grossly in the cinema in front of friends i don't know that well. Eff you Pixar, you made me embarrass myself. That movie hit too close to home. Good stuff @Wintermute:
Incredibles 2 finally comes out in Germany soon. Couldn't wait anymore and saw a pirated version. Was a good movie. The villain twist was a little too obvious and too late into the film, imo. Best thing is, Underminer got away with it :D
LOL I actually didn't notice he actually dug his way out of this predicament. Underminer, the true hero of this movie. But sweetie, mate, my dude, real advice go watch that short movie that came before it, but watch it alone just in case. ;)
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RE: Hilda (Netflix animated series)
I'm feeling it man! I'm feeling it! The intro was already pretty sweet, and reading that it was composed by Grimes made me laugh and peaked my curiousity. But it fits the "Canadian vibes" this show is giving me in the widest sense :D I've watched it chronologically until episode 4 and skipped to episode 8 by accident (visited a friend with a kid who watched it and I stopped adulting for the span of the episode and just joined the little guy). Now that one is the one I utterly loved loved loved visually ("The Tide Mice"). When it comes to the cosy visuals and the pastel colours and the whimsical, heartwarming, nostalgia inducing designs (Deku-looking house intruder, looking at chu) the show has already conquered my heart. But still something is still missing and I'm hoping and waiting for that one spark to hook me in for real when it comes to the story and plot aspects. It has not convinced me on that front. It feels like the early part of watching Steven Universe way back then, which was a super cosy show with chiptune music which left me feeling like a warm marshmallow inside after watching it but not that much else. But then came Mirror Gem and Ocean Gem and the contract was sealed…From then on my full attention was there and there was no way I'd ever leave this show. That kind of episode, a real authentic emotional response, has not yet appeared for me with Hilda, its just cute to look at and kinda comfy. Not more. But I hope I will encounter "that episode!" with Hilda soon.
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RE: Confession Session II
[hide]@Nolus:
I'm writing this down here in hopes that it'll further help me with coping the trauma.
Last Friday, one of my friends invited me to have a few drinks at a gay bar. I was a bit reluctant, as I had a paper due today and needed to finish up a few things, but I agreed nonetheless thinking I'll have enough time over the weekend.
After a few drinks, my friend got invited to another, bigger bar (also gay bar) and asked if I wanted to come as well. I agreed again, because I was curious about that place for a while and figured, why not.
We proceeded to that place where we met up with two other guys I hadn't met before. I got invited to a bunch of drinks (admittedly I went way overboard) and one of the guys even got interested in me. The feeling wasn't mutual and I let him know about this. He said it was okay and showed no sign of malice or anything like that. There was a drag show after which I started to feel sick and something inside me clicked: I had to go home. I ordered a glass of water at the bar which I didn't drink (only a few gulps I think) and then all my memories are either blurry or missing.
I don't remember getting my coat (I remember climbing the stairs to the exit, the bar was at basement level). I remember somehow finding myself in from of an ATM, putting in my card, somehow not fucking up my pin code (but not actually punching it in). I withrew twice from my account (about 175 dollars worth - I only know this, because I receive and SMS every time I use my card). I don't actually recall holding the money in my hands. My next memory is in a taxi, trying to slowly and cleary tell the driver what my address was. I think I got out of the taxi to throw up. Everything was blurry. The taxi disappeared. I was on the street God knows where, walking to somewhere. I was maybe in the middle of the fucking road, I'm simply unable to remember clearly. I called my grandparents for some reason (can't remember dialling or even having my phone in my hand and unlocking the lockpattern). I remember my granddad's voice. I remember seeing a bus, but couldn't figure out the number it had (it was a nightbus certainly). I remember getting on the road in front of a car, trying to draw attention to myself and getting help. At this point, I realized it wasn't some kind of dream, but reality, and a sense of "I'm going to die".
I somehow got into another taxi. After that or maybe before I remember handing my phone to the driver to talk to my mom. The next thing, I was on the ground crawling and my mom helped me get up. She made me sit in the taxi and sat next to me. I remember feeling sick and trying to open the door to throw up, but the driver asked me not to. I got a rag I held to my mouth. My mom held my hand and I cried. I asked if I was going to be okay and why my grandparents didn't love me (long story).
The next thing I remember is lying in my mom's bed at my mom's apartment and her asking me the password for my internet bank account. I lost my wallet (with almost all my id cards, money and card in it) and she wanted to quickly lock my card. I remember the password not working. She still managed to somehow lock the card.After that, I woke up and the "nightmare" was sort of over. My mom took me home to my cat. I felt sick the whole day, I could barely hold down water and coca cola. I didn't eat until late in the evening and even then, I came close to throwing it all up. My friends came to get me and took me to them so they could force me to drink and eat (slowly). And not the least to keep me company. I was still shaking and was overall in a very poor psychological shape. I even slept there.
Since then, someone found my wallet (without the money but everything else in tact), I requested another card at the bank, finished my paper, handed it in today.
So far, everyone I've told has been very sympathetic and some even told me it's almost a 100% I was drugged and it wasn't alcohol poisoning.
I have an appointment with my psychiatrist next week.
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Maaan fuck, I'm tremendously sorry that you had to go through this. If there is something I HATE, it is to involuntarily lose control of my senses. Thank goodness you managed to get into a safe place and that your mom and friends have your back! Looking at the circumstances you managed it as best as possible by contacting a person you trust. And thank god in the end it's only a little bit of money missing and you are safe. This absolutely sounds like a roofie, the memory loss and trouble with motoric responses, it's pretty much all typical symptoms but you fought back well so don't blame yourself but instead focus on how clearly you reacted in the middle of this nightmare. Getting psychological support is an amazing idea! If you can and feel like it get a blood sample! These drugs can be detected in your system, but only little time after the incident, I think a day or two max. If you want absolute clarity and it's not too late, do that too.
To all my apforums youngsters reading this: If you don't know what a roofie is please get some infos on it, for yourself and your friends! Be aware of its dangers. Even though I go out only rarely and infrequently I still encountered that shit twice and to this day I'm still grateful to my chemistry teacher who took her time to explain the effects of rohypnol and gave my class advice on what to look out for. That shit is tasteless and there's no way to notice that it's coming for you until it's too late. So you need to take precautions! When out with friends stranger danger needs to be on 24/7, no matter how charming the invitation from a charismatic stranger was, drinks must only come immediately from the staff's hands or in some cases a friend you really trust. When a drink has been out of sight, even for 5 seconds, it's dead, over and out. Ditch it no matter how expensive, get a new one and guard it like a hawk. Vids like this show how quickly it happens and that it can hit anyone. That's why the buddy system must always be in play. Your friend feels dizzy all of a sudden? Congratulations! You are a parent now! Don't let any stranger who's not a medic get close to your child. Get angry like a lion protecting its cub if they try to approach regardless! In return, if you feel like you're losing grip turn to that friend for protection. Nobody is left behind, nobody leaves on their own, nakamas 4 lyfe. All this advice is valid for both men and women. This shit happens to all of us but men tend to be even more guarded to talk about it. So thanks Nolus for sharing, it's the healthy thing to do. Get better soon and hopefully you overcome this experience.
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RE: Untitled
I've established the habit of reading in French and the past posts in this thread were refreshingly motivating to give this language the love it deserves :) I also attempted a phone call with a friend in France (in French while we usually converse in English or Arabic) and even though I could follow and carry a decent conversation (and managed to do so enough to establish an emotional bond and get a few laughs out of her) the imperfections of my grammar and the lack of spontaneous vocab available at the tip of my tongue were glaring enough to infuriate me mid-conversation. In languages I truly speak, I love to zoom in on just the right nuance during a good convo. In French I feel like a confused baby, that can very hesitantly mumble about their favourite primary colour.
The personality traits I enjoy the most about myself just fall into dust on my tongue and it's a constant, tiresome redefining of myself. It's a journey to accept that there is a rough patch were you will simply sound dumb to native speakers and some of them will literally register you as dumb and there's no escape until you push through. You're at the mercy of another person's patience. But whenever I speak with somebody with an accent or struggling with words, I remember how they must feel and I gush over with kindness and fondness even when there's time pressure involved. It's the least I can do i think.
The issue about learning a language that isn't English is often that it doesn't have a soft-power. I mean, when you learn English you have tons of TVshows and movies and whatnot to help you to improve yourself. You kinda have that too for Japanese with anime
You always have radio shows but it doesn't have subtitles and the language is usually too literary. You don't get to learn useful expressions for daily life.
TVshows and movies help people a lot when they have to learn EnglishAnd anyway, everyone should watch La Reine Margot (Queen Margot), whether you're learning French or not. Even the trailer is
I feel you. It feels like cheating because you didn't even "work hard" for it but its just fell in your bag for free. That's why I envy kids from Luxembourg, since they pop out of school and be like "Oops, ech speak fünf línguas. Quoi the Fuck?" I'm trying to emulate it by watching netflix only in French (the language feature is a blessing) and playing videogames exclusively on French for French background noise (I've grown so fond of French "Geralt de Riv", that he is my default voice when I think of the character; what a smooth voice actor!) And hell yes, your recommendation just hit the right spot. So MERCI for that :)
Talking of soft powers, I wonder if later generations will be raised with another background language. English is omnipresent of course, but Korean language is gaining track via K-pop and I wonder what will happen once China gets a full grasp of the cultural power dormant within pop culture and gets the skill to properly market it to the western tastes.
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RE: Steven Universe
! Yup this is exactly where I think this might be going, and if this is indeed our final twist, there is indeed a scenario in which this show could be logically concluded, since other than that I can't think of a compelling reason why Yellow Diamond shouldn't make the Earth go Boom Boom (even though it would feel hyper rushed, so I'm crossing all available fingers for the end not to be near). Yellow seems to feel about Pink at least as strongly as Blue did, but she seems to be motivated by a "I know what's best for you" Maheswaran strictness. And what's best is to blow up Earth obviously. But if the Pink Punk Diamond is actually still around this might change things in a heartbeat.