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ITT: STILL A FATTY
Triumphant return from Famine! We drove 1200 miles this week! I just woke up from sleeping all day! Oh no. Another karaoke gong show, another death threat. After the show the guy came up to me and showed me his Twitter comment and said he thought I did a good job and that he would like to be friends. Puzzling
San Jose was a pleasant surprise. I liked that the park near our Hilton had a giant statue shaped like a spiral of poop. I saw some cosplayers unironically taking picturesque photos on top of it! Everything around was clean and bright and shut down at 6 in the evening, with the notable exceptions of the Pita Pit and that Mexican liquor store next to the laundromat. I asked![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
oberstein to drive me to Target so that I could buy a pair of underwear and a six-pack of red bull, and on the way she showed me a place called Clover Cake Shop. I recommend it highly!
ahhhhhhhhhh what no yes
this flavor is loco
fresh fresh raisin and nut breads
i had pumpkin curry
i ate almost the whole thing
people buying the last green tea bread that i wanted to buy >:{
the neatest looking check ever
for some reason this was cool
OT i love plastic foods they show in ramen type counter windows
they are like little works of art
look at those onion slices so magnificent
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Cons always precipitate car conversations about new vs. old animes. I am convinced production of "Classic Star Wars" type of campy, awful, wonderful TV series ended circa 2003, when anime in the US completely emerged from the underground and production companies started catering to international audiences. By then writers were rehashing archetypes 14+ years in development, based mostly on what worked before and what Oricon song they could throw in front to polish off the turd. Obv with expensive cel animation officially six feet under, turds are more quickly made, too, and fans the world over know how to respond to them with an efficiency born of hot+heavy genre stereotyping. Me, I just get bored more frequently, but given that I am still capable of experiencing fun, I conclude it is not I who has grown blind to the joy of over-the-top storytelling.
Followed through to its logical conclusion, this turns into a "first album was better" sort of argument, typically refuted by the equivalents of Twin Cinema and Hissing Fauna. But I was there for the fansub VHS tapes and the anime domain collectives, and what I loved about those goodtimes is the insular quality of the fandom, and the way everyone seemed to be amazed by and into the same thing -- not only because that thing was the only thing there was, but because that thing was actually kind of amazing.
San Jose was a pleasant surprise. I liked that the park near our Hilton had a giant statue shaped like a spiral of poop. I saw some cosplayers unironically taking picturesque photos on top of it! Everything around was clean and bright and shut down at 6 in the evening, with the notable exceptions of the Pita Pit and that Mexican liquor store next to the laundromat. I asked
oberstein to drive me to Target so that I could buy a pair of underwear and a six-pack of red bull, and on the way she showed me a place called Clover Cake Shop. I recommend it highly!ahhhhhhhhhh what no yes
this flavor is loco
fresh fresh raisin and nut breads
i had pumpkin curry
i ate almost the whole thing
people buying the last green tea bread that i wanted to buy >:{
the neatest looking check ever
for some reason this was cool
OT i love plastic foods they show in ramen type counter windows
they are like little works of art
look at those onion slices so magnificent
*
Cons always precipitate car conversations about new vs. old animes. I am convinced production of "Classic Star Wars" type of campy, awful, wonderful TV series ended circa 2003, when anime in the US completely emerged from the underground and production companies started catering to international audiences. By then writers were rehashing archetypes 14+ years in development, based mostly on what worked before and what Oricon song they could throw in front to polish off the turd. Obv with expensive cel animation officially six feet under, turds are more quickly made, too, and fans the world over know how to respond to them with an efficiency born of hot+heavy genre stereotyping. Me, I just get bored more frequently, but given that I am still capable of experiencing fun, I conclude it is not I who has grown blind to the joy of over-the-top storytelling.
Followed through to its logical conclusion, this turns into a "first album was better" sort of argument, typically refuted by the equivalents of Twin Cinema and Hissing Fauna. But I was there for the fansub VHS tapes and the anime domain collectives, and what I loved about those goodtimes is the insular quality of the fandom, and the way everyone seemed to be amazed by and into the same thing -- not only because that thing was the only thing there was, but because that thing was actually kind of amazing.
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shit though, how amazing does that food look? yum.
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so I gained four thousand pounds last weekend and I wish I could send out for croquette burgers every day.