The SDCC hiatus

Not that I’ll be disappointing my seven readers, but there won’t be any updates for the next few days, as I’ll be in San Diego for Comic-Con. Despite my insensitive nonchalance about the fact that I’m going, I actually am excited about this trip. This is the first convention I’ve gone to on the west coast since like, Anime Expo back in 1998, and this is still going to be vastly new territory, since as it’s so very well known, Comic-Con is gigantic as heck, and is going to have like a million people attending.

Ultimately, I have two primary objectives while in San Diego, which will be acquiring a number of convention exclusive items, and going to Richard Walker’s Pancake House, which is within walking distance from the hotel and convention center. Otherwise, my itinerary is pretty wide open with the exception of whatever help I need to give the girls when it comes to media stuff, so ultimately, I’m hoping for a fun weekend of seeing and photographic costumes and friends, hopefully seeing some stars that I admire, and just taking in the chaos and insanity that is Comic-Con.

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Do we really need another Wolverine movie?

Seriously, this makes what, five?  It’s not like the three X-Men films didn’t revolve around Wolverine, and it’s not like Wolverine didn’t already have his own movie in X-Men Origins: Wolverine* already, so I guess The Wolverine makes five films about Wolverine until 20th Century Fox decides that another Wolverine film is needed for another layup paycheck, and so they drop the “the” and just release Wolverine in like 2016.

*I think it’s hilarious that they prefaced this with “X-Men Origins:” as if it were implied that 20th Century Fox could make a series of origins films of any other X-Men characters whose origin stories could actually be encapsulated into 90-minute films.  It’s almost as pathetic as the lucrative Street Fighter name and logo being attached to The Legend of Chun-Li, with slight implication that they could actually make movies about any other Street Fighter character.

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Well, that was predictable

I was watching a baseball game when suddenly the scores ticker at the bottom of the screen turned red and started scrolling “GEORGE ZIMMERMAN WAS FOUND” and I mouthed the words “not guilty” before it slowly scrolled out the words “NOT GUILTY.”

My first thought was curiosity of when the first rash of race-related protests were going to start.  When the game ended, I switched to FOX News and CNN (yeah, I know, they’re not exactly the most reliable news outlets but I don’t really know of any others, nor did I really care that much to inquire), and sure enough the protests were already in full swing, and naturally it wasn’t so much about George Zimmerman being found not guilty, but about how the black man was once again wronged.

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Reality redefined

What an Asian household is like for little Hyun-Soo Choo, now that League of Legends players are going to now be recognized as professional athletes.

Hyun-Soo Choo sits in his room playing the piano, practising The Moonlight Sonata. His head is rhythmically rolling from side to side as he lets his mind get lost in the melody and the slow, methodical strokes of the ivory keys.

Mom: (Screaming from downstairs) Hyun-Soooooo!  [Time for League of Legends practice!]*

*[Translated from the Korean – dh]

Hyun-Soo:  Ommaaaa (“Mom” in Korean) I don’t want to play Leagueeee!!
Mom:  Hyun-Soo!  [Right now!]
Hyun-Soo:  Ommmaaaaaa…….
Mom:  HYUN-SOO!!!

Defeated, Hyun-Soo closes the cover to the keys of his piano and begins stomping his way downstairs, begrudgingly.  His mother is waiting at the bottom of the stairs with her hands on her hips, with a handheld dust brush in her left hand.  She has a stern and fierce look on her face.

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Suck it, mainstream

These days, I honestly don’t give two shits about the MLB All-Star Game.  You’d think that a baseball fan like myself would enjoy seeing “the best” players in baseball, playing in a single exhibition game, where fans get a chance to see some dream matchups between star pitchers versus star hitters.

That would be great when such a thing happens, and I’d really like someone to let me know when and if it ever does.

The All-Star Game is a pretty well-known mockery to professional sport these days, since it’s now become the furthest thing from a relaxed exhibition game for the fans.  With a set of rules and guidelines, most importantly the aspect being that it “actually counts” in respect to the winning league getting home-field advantage in the World Series, it’s gone from a fun and leisurely baseball game into a tense, controversial event that always spawns the same arguments every single year.

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You know what’s easy? Driving

When I was growing up, one of the negative remarks I got from my teachers was that I wasn’t good at paying attention. I have this sense of déjà vu that I’ve written this story, and perhaps this entire post in some iteration before, but fuck it, it’s on my mind, and I feel like writing it. Anyway, it was the bane of my mother’s patience whenever I’d get a report card or a teacher observation note stating that I was bad at paying attention and listening to and following directions. I’m pretty sure if I were a kid in today’s world, I would have been diagnosed with ADHD or some fake modern ailment to justify the fact that I was well, a kid.

In the third grade, my mom reached her boiling point and gave me an ultimatum that the next time I brought home such bad news, that it was my ass. I guess I tried too hard, or well, I was just being a kid, but the following week, I got an interim that of course, stated that I wasn’t listening to and following directions still. My mom beat the shit out of me that night.

By the time the fifth grade rolled around, I began pulling in near straight A’s, and I was apparently a pretty good student. Maybe it was result of getting my ass kicked by mom, or perhaps I was just growing up or just becoming a better student. Either way, it all kind of worked itself out; I was better at paying attention and listening to and following directions.

The point of this trademark excessive introduction is my belief that there’s a whole world of people out there that probably didn’t get their ass kicked by a parent at some point in their developmental stages of life, because if their driving habits are any indication, they simply don’t pay any attention, nor do they listen to or follow the directions posted everywhere and all over the place. And I find it aggravating that LITRALLY. Not a single day can go by where I am not confronted by at least one retard driver doing something completely idiotic, ignorant, or dangerously stupid, as a result of their inability to pay any attention.

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