Gurren Lagann is an awesome anime. It has giant robots, drills, space exploration, pseudo-scientific babbling, drills, billion years long battle, unreasonable giant robots, drills, a tiny hint of solipsism, drills and gigantic character growth. Yeah, it’s great! But this is not a review of the anime nor is a “why Gurren Lagann is so damn awesome that makes you want to pierce through the heavens” text. This is one about a digression caused by one line from the last episode. Let’s go.
The soccer world cup just ended. One team got the title, the others cried and life goes on with all its meddling. And amidst all games, people were cheering. Lots of people were cheering. A whole bunch of people were cheering. Cheering for a smaller bunch of guys to run after a sphere and kick it away from them, inside a determined area being protected by another guy from the opposite team.
Now, this is not a problem of what the sport itself actually is because if you think rationally about ANY sport, it’ll sound so ridiculously dumb that you’ll wonder how the hell people dare to practice it in public and even make a living out of it (really, give it a try).
The thing that I wonder about is the cheering part. More specifically, the cheering for a team. Why is it that people cheer for a team? Continue reading →
Special dates! Christmas, New Year, Birthday. All special dates, right? Independence day, Thanks giving, Easter, the list goes on. We all love these days. After all, they’re all holidays (except for Birthdays, for some odd reason) so we can get together and have some fun with our friends and family (except for those who have to work even on holidays due to the nature of their job). We party, have fun, enjoy some great food and burp a lot afterward.
But, in all honesty, what are we celebrating? Are we even celebrating something? Or is is just another excuse to have some fun? Continue reading →
Ah, spoilers! We all hate it, don’t we? After all, spoilers are joy-killers! There we are, watching a movie, eagerly waiting for the end to come when, suddenly, someone comes in and tells how the movie ends.
“Oh, I’ve already watched that one! I was so surprised when they revealed that everyone is actually dead!” someone says, and everybody else widen their eyes while a bestial lust for blood (a really specific blood, actually) starts boiling. The same thing could happen/happens when you comment with someone that you’re reading a book or watching a TV series and that someone, on purpose or not, spills out the ending.
“Oh, you’re watching Lost? Man, the last episode is awesome/awful! When *bleeeeeep* happens is so, ops!”.
“Oh, you’re reading Harry Potter? Oh, in the last book when Dumbledore *bleeeep* is so, ops!”
Yes, it could happen, and it most likely happened to many of us throughout our lives. Sometimes we’re in the spoiling side, sometimes we’re in the spoiled side.
But really, are spoilers that bad? Enough to make us hold a grudge against the person who spilled the spoil? Do spoilers really affect how much enjoyment we can get from an entertainment work? Continue reading →
Ok, saying that everything is wrong may be an exaggeration and saying that nobody cares may also be an unfair generalization, but society is messed up and the majority of people don’t seem to care enough.
Pokemon! Who doesn’t like it, right? It’s been around since 1996 as a game franchise and it’s being animated since 1997 or so. There are 6 generations of games already, 649 different pokemons. In the animation area, there are 17 movies, 5 major arcs, subdivided in 10 minor arcs (or 17 minor arcs in the US version, don’t ask me why), with more than 800 episodes and another dozen of specials and extra animated material. We also have a lot of other media and goods related, not to mention the other dozens of spin-off games, like Pokemon Stadium, Pokemon Snap, Pokemon Pinball and lots of others.
But I’m here to digress about the major problem of the whole franchise. Well, at least in my opinion. Is it the game? Is it the anime? Is it the spin-off? Continue reading →
Just how much sense regret makes? That’s a question that popped in my mind at like 4AM. Actually, that was the final question. The first question was: “Does something like real regret exists?”
And why regret seemed senseless to my mind at 4AM right after waking up out of the blue? Maybe because I was too drunk of sleep and couldn’t think straight? Maybe I was still in the dream land, where things don’t make much sense and logic is not really a must? Or maybe it’s because regret really doesn’t make sense?
A bit of everything, I’d say. But to be able to continue with this digression, some research was needed and some research I did. To start off, what exactly is regret? Continue reading →
I believe every one, at least once in their life time, thought about what it’d be like to jump from a high building using an umbrella as a parachute. I certainly did think about it and more than once. I remember someone told me that when he was a kid, he even took one of his toys and attached a self-made parachute out of some plastic bag and threw from the window. Unfortunately the toy was lost, taken away by the wind, but slowing down the free fall is one of those ideas that have crossed everyone’s mind at some point of our lives, but slowly fades away as other thoughts and worries starts building up as we grow older.