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I wonder. Is here something that only I can handle specifically? Is there anythign that people think only I ca handle, or that they can only come to me with? Though I wonder, I don' actually want to know.
Thinking back on childhood again, it still sounds like I was a good kid, but I think that here must be something missing. I was the only one who never swallowed anythign weird, hurt themselves doing something, had something lodged up his nose, begged and whined for something or threw fits. My mom told me about the time hey left me down at the park and drove home. When they finally realized I wasn't in the van they turned around looking for me. They found me about halfway home and I was walking the whole way, without a tear in my eye, apparently. I was about 2 then. That's a kind of stoy that makes you feel a little good n the inside. On the other hand, it sounds like my childhood was boring.
The thing is, if someone could travel through time, they would have already done it. Maybe Hitler was a time traveller, wouldn't that be weird? He totally broke his machine and couldn't make it back. So now we get a lecture on screwing up history from Mr. "I'm-my-own-grandpa".
There is entirely too much anime in the world today. Granted, I think it is probably the best frm of animation there is, there is such a thing as too much of a good thing. Grade nine and ten art classes are clear examples. The style is easy to adopt and is in such particular mass production that it just gets old and stale. The world does NOT need mroe Fred Gallaghers. I'm sick of seeing those big eyed triangle chins with massive ahir being displayed in art cases at schools, there are other art forms out there.
I'm starting to find all this facination with japanese rock stars to be a little freaky. It freaks me out a bit. But to each their own.
Thinking back on childhood again, it still sounds like I was a good kid, but I think that here must be something missing. I was the only one who never swallowed anythign weird, hurt themselves doing something, had something lodged up his nose, begged and whined for something or threw fits. My mom told me about the time hey left me down at the park and drove home. When they finally realized I wasn't in the van they turned around looking for me. They found me about halfway home and I was walking the whole way, without a tear in my eye, apparently. I was about 2 then. That's a kind of stoy that makes you feel a little good n the inside. On the other hand, it sounds like my childhood was boring.
The thing is, if someone could travel through time, they would have already done it. Maybe Hitler was a time traveller, wouldn't that be weird? He totally broke his machine and couldn't make it back. So now we get a lecture on screwing up history from Mr. "I'm-my-own-grandpa".
There is entirely too much anime in the world today. Granted, I think it is probably the best frm of animation there is, there is such a thing as too much of a good thing. Grade nine and ten art classes are clear examples. The style is easy to adopt and is in such particular mass production that it just gets old and stale. The world does NOT need mroe Fred Gallaghers. I'm sick of seeing those big eyed triangle chins with massive ahir being displayed in art cases at schools, there are other art forms out there.
I'm starting to find all this facination with japanese rock stars to be a little freaky. It freaks me out a bit. But to each their own.