I’m not saying that I need these dice to appear under the Yuletime Tree with my name on the package or anything, but I’m not not saying that either…
I’m led to understand by some folks on Twitter that Netflix’s new translation for Neon Genesis Evangelion changes one particular line from one particular character, and what this tells me is that the folks behind Netflix’s new translation are blissfully unaware that NGE is, at least in part, a harem anime.
Shinji collects three of the four more prominent haremette types over the course of the show.
1) The tsundere. Obviously this is Asuka.
2) The cipher. Obviously this is Rei.
3) The childhood friend. This role is basically left un-filled.
4) The vamp. Obviously this is Kaoru.
At least one of the three is honest and direct about their feelings, right? (Somebody in that benighted band of broken children might as well be, and guess who that ends up being.)
My life itself isn’t anything to write about, as it’s really just “eat sleep work lather rinse repeat” for the most part. I decided to share a bit of how I spend my leisure time lately, though…
And that’s about that, entertainment-wise. If I forgot something, hey, that’s fodder for another post…
I should know better than to tag songs on “best-of” albums.
What we’ve got here is
failure to communicate the result of my ratings-tagging both the Thomas Dolby record Aliens Ate My Buick and the Thomas Dolby best-of compilation record Retrospectacle. I use MediaMonkey to build random playlists. Some are for specific bands or genres, others boil down to “give me X minutes of songs with a Y star rating or higher.”
The above screenshot is from my “MEHs Haul” playlist: 90 minutes of three-star tracks that haven’t been played in the last few weeks. I’m used to getting studio and live versions of the same song, especially in my workday-length random playlist. The same studio recording twice in relatively rapid succession, though? That’s my own danged fault.
Maintaining a digital music library is an ever-ongoing task, apparently.
We are, one is forced to admit, a Funko Pops household. Like, we’re not addicted to buying all of them, nothing like that. But the “I can quit any time” line is just that, a line. Case in point:
Some time ago, before the movie was anything more than wishful thinking, I picked up a Captain Marvel. Cool! Onto the shelf she went.
Then the movie happened, and I picked up a Vers. Okay! I had two different Captain-Marvel-ish Funko Pops on display. Fine, fine, no problems.
Then my birthday arrived and I found myself with another variant. Boy howdy did Funko go nuts on these or what?
Then came the Captain Marvel “blind box” (Vyx ordered it, not me!) with two more. And a sixth arrived from… look, I don’t even remember, okay? But that one glows in the dark. Bonus!
Look! I have my very own Carol Corps!
(For fun, and at Vyx’s suggestion, I took another quick pic:)
(It may or may not be good to be the king…)
Edit: I was putting away dishes, which included a Captain Marvel glass (part of the aforementioned blind box) and, well: