As if my drama quotient were not high enough already...
Last night's anime was a special combination of depressing, tense, and gut-wrenching.
I tuned in for a rare issue of South Park, thinking I could handle it. Instead, it was emotional torture: Stan discovers he's a bit player in someone else's comeback & success movie after thinking he was starring in his own, and never even gets his bike back. Oh, and a 5-year-old died of leukemia.
In Bleach, I learned that Adult Swim really did only buy a certain numerical block of episodes without regard to plot resolution. The run is over in 2 more episodes, and the plot is going to run straight into a wall (and I will be sad) unless the episode goes on 10x speed for the next 2 episodes.
Full Metal Alchemist has been dealing with loss of children, attempts to bring back the dead, and the discovery that the nonhuman the child was replaced with is an agent of Evil.
At that point, I had to turn the TV off. I could neither handle Inu Yasha being its usual perky inane fare (sorry, Zash!), nor risk that something terrible and wrenching would happen there too. I tried watching kitten videos, but to little effect. A lot of bawling about the strain of holding up others while reeling from my own loss ensued. Everywhere there are reminders; it's impossible to forget and pretend I never had these things. Eventually I tired myself out and slept. It was a bad night, though. Today, I'm still worried about the future.
I tuned in for a rare issue of South Park, thinking I could handle it. Instead, it was emotional torture: Stan discovers he's a bit player in someone else's comeback & success movie after thinking he was starring in his own, and never even gets his bike back. Oh, and a 5-year-old died of leukemia.
In Bleach, I learned that Adult Swim really did only buy a certain numerical block of episodes without regard to plot resolution. The run is over in 2 more episodes, and the plot is going to run straight into a wall (and I will be sad) unless the episode goes on 10x speed for the next 2 episodes.
Full Metal Alchemist has been dealing with loss of children, attempts to bring back the dead, and the discovery that the nonhuman the child was replaced with is an agent of Evil.
At that point, I had to turn the TV off. I could neither handle Inu Yasha being its usual perky inane fare (sorry, Zash!), nor risk that something terrible and wrenching would happen there too. I tried watching kitten videos, but to little effect. A lot of bawling about the strain of holding up others while reeling from my own loss ensued. Everywhere there are reminders; it's impossible to forget and pretend I never had these things. Eventually I tired myself out and slept. It was a bad night, though. Today, I'm still worried about the future.