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I dunno how you found this, but alas, here you are. So enjoy the frightening fruits of my troubled little brain.
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wMonday, March 16, 2009 |
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feeling: O_o
listening to: Ohno Satoshi - Kumori Nochi, Kaisei in my head... again
Just a new drama review.
Uta no Oniisan
The title and its connotations don't translate well, but uta means song/music, and oniisan means big brother, or young guy who looks like he could be someone's big brother. It's about a guy named Yano Kenta who was the vocalist for a rock band called Giselle, loving his life and his friends/bandmates and his girlfriend/keyboardist and his music. Then one day, during a Giselle live, his bandmates announce that they're breaking up the band - and they hadn't even told him first. Now Kenta has no band, no job, no friends, no girlfriend, and his family turns against him, declaring him worthless. He's failed a dozen job interviews and is about to give up when he wanders by a TV station and sees that they're hiring for a kids' singing show called "Minna de Utao! Papipupepon," takes the interview, gets hired - and then finds out that they weren't hiring new staff, they were hiring new members. To appear on the show. And sing. Kids' songs. In cutesy animal costumes. Thus, he unwittingly becomes the new Uta no Oniisan. But he's moody and depressed and pessimistic has a bad attitude and hates kids and OH ANGST. How will he survive? Especially when, every time he walks down the hall to his studio, he's surrounded by posters advertising the debut of Japan's hottest new rock band, Giselle?
Yeah... I wasn't sure what to think when I first heard the premise. It sounded like something that would either be majorly cute, or majorly flop. Surprisingly, I was wrong - it was neither. Not bad, not the best; comedic, a little over-the-top at times (ok, a lot), cheesy... almost everything about it felt like one long chain of spoofs. Every episode was filled with references to the actors' real work, the real TV station that aired the drama, cameos by real entertainers employed by said studio... and on and on. Sometimes it got old, but honestly, most of the time it was pretty darn funny. And it wasn't overly toothachingly cute like I expected, but the cuteness came in manageable-sized moments. Like the infamous scene when a little kid finally got Kenta to smile... and honestly, I really liked the crow song. ;_; But yeah, it wasn't all colorful kiddy cuteness; the overall storyline was actually pretty grown-up, and presented well.
Anyway, yeah. The biggest audience draw for this series, without a doubt, had to be the lead actor who played Kenta - Ohno Satoshi. He blew the world away in Maou and was taking a completely opposite kind of role in Uta no Oniisan, and the addition of his second lead drama role to his bio was an event of awesomeness. However, I'm sadly not sure if this series can ever be taken seriously as a credit to his acting career. Not because it was bad, or because he did poorly - in fact, he did an amazing job making such an over-the-top role look realistic - but yeah, the whole spoofy feeling of the series brings down its respectability level, I guess. The acting was reasonably good overall though, not just Ohno's. Especially Katase Nana as the Uta no Oneesan (sister); she annoyed me at first, but she was supposed to be annoying, by the end she was really kinda cool. And I like Katase Nana anyway, so. ♥
Ok, I guess I've rambled all I can about that. Think it's just about bedtime now.
Oh, by the way, I did get an account at Twitter. And in the 8ish hours since, I've updated it 4 times. Planning to keep it going roughly like that, so if anyone actually cares to see how long I can stick out this frequent one-liner-bombing routine, feel free to stalk.
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 3/16/2009 01:13:00 AM
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wSaturday, March 14, 2009 |
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feeling: awake
listening to: nothing
I'm posting this from Kitty's house. She's in bed and I'm wide awake. Hey, Kitty! Your keyboard sucks! :D
I dunno, I've spent the past hour or so looking at some of my LJ and blog archives and remembering how I used to post almost every day, or at least once or twice a week. I kind of miss having stuff to talk about... or feeling like I did, at least. I don't think I'll ever go back to posting that much, with entries that long, or with any kind of regularity or anything, but... um, actually, I don't have a segue from that line. I just know that I really don't see anything I experience or think about as being worth turning into a blog/journal post.
But I was actually thinking of signing up for that Twitter thing that so many people are getting into lately. It looks like the kind of thing I need to try and get into the habit of doing - just random, tiny blurbs on what I'm doing or what thought just popped into my head or whatever, as many as several times per day... the kind of thing I could do from my cell phone if I don't feel like getting to a computer (wait, did I just say that? yeah, scratch that last part...). Could be the solution to that little hankering I've had for a long time to create a journal/webspace specifically for random pointless one-liners and lots of them. I dunno, we'll see.
In other rambles... anyone remember that post sometime last year where I said I was at a crossroads? Well, I stood there too long staring bedazzled down all the possible routes, and the light turned red and now I can't move. As I suspected would happen. I think I even went backwards a little. But the light's going to stay red for a long time, so if I don't want to backtrack any further I'm going to have to either 1) start running in place to build up the momentum to take off when it turns green again, or 2) try to make a proverbial right turn on red and just hope I won't end up getting lost or plowed over. But I guess getting lost is possible no matter which way you go, isn't it? Unless you just keep traveling the same paths back and forth and in circles all your life, but that eventually digs ruts under your tires that get increasingly harder to get out of.
God, me and my dumb metaphors.
Anyway, more mundane stuff. After finishing my upstairs bathroom, Dad finally found the time to start tearing down my Toyota, and he thinks he found the problem. He also thinks it will cost three or four times as much to fix it as he originally figured it would - running up into the $1000-1200 range. It would be slightly cheaper to replace the entire engine, but apparently engines for Corollas made in that year are astronomically hard to find. And either way, since it's a 10 year old car and I don't have any immediate need for constant reliable access to it anyway (read: I don't have a job), there's the nagging question of whether any of that would be worth it at all. Especially if the route I'm hoping to follow when that light turns green again actually ends up working out... No sense banking on that, though. Like I said in the previous post, as of right now there is no future, right?
Ok, I think I'm blabbed out now. Yay! *publishes*
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 3/14/2009 01:53:00 AM
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wSunday, March 01, 2009 |
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feeling: conflicted
listening to: Gackt - Tsuki no Uta
Been thinking about some things lately. Things I've known for a good while, but never bothered to talk about or anything, because it doesn't matter. Not even sure why I decided to post about it here. Just bored, I guess.
I outgrow things. A lot, apparently. I always said my life progresses in two-year cycles, but the things in it can stay with me from anywhere to a few months to... well, the longest was probably 6 or 7 years. Which I guess is a long time as it's almost a quarter of my life, but still. Yeah, people change and all that, but I mean... on a larger scale, nothing of the person I was in high school remains in me now. The people, the desires, the interests, the hobbies, nothing. If I went to my 10 year reunion next year, which I won't, none of them would know me anymore. Which is fine with me, by the way. I don't care to know most of them either.
Ok, bringing up high school wasn't the best way to express this.
I mean... I know I've been aware of this for a long time, because it's part of why I'm so passive and indecisive. I know I have a history of changing my mind, of losing interest... of outgrowing. As a kid, I wanted to be a teacher. In high school, I wanted to go into journalism or even radio DJing. When I started college, I wanted to go into a creative pursuit like art or writing. When I was in my second year and still without a major and running out of time to declare one, and Japanese was my top choice, I was already terrified that I would base my entire future around it and then outgrow my fascination with Japanese culture after a couple years, like every other "passion" I ever had. I did not, by the way, outgrow it after a couple years like I feared, but that's beside the point. I mean, throughout most of my life I was known as the best artist in my school/church/social circle/etc... but now? I haven't drawn anything that wasn't a direct copy or trace in probably 2 years or more. That's just one example, not to even touch on the subject of people and desires and whatever else.
I was never one to have goals, or long-term plans, or even to think much about the future at all. Maybe because, when it all comes down to it, the future hasn't happened yet, which means that technically there is no future. But mostly because I just know my habit of outgrowing things... or having things outgrow me. However I look at it, I don't expect anything I have now to still be here after, oh, 5 or 6 years. Nothing significant in my life thus far has lasted longer than that.
I don't know what my point is here. Maybe this is just my way of recognizing the end of another one of those "eras" of my life. Maybe it's because I feel like a whole bunch of "eras" are ending all at once and suddenly I feel like there's nothing left. Maybe it's because I'm scared that the very few things in my life that have been present and consistent for the longest amount of time might finally be falling apart. I just know I haven't felt this empty and void of purpose in a long time.
...What did I come here to ramble about again? Honestly, all that inspired this post was a thought about some random thing I was interested in a few years ago but don't care about anymore, and it turns into all this mixed-up drivel and I've lost even myself. See, this is why I don't post anything but memes and crap in my journals anymore.
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 3/01/2009 10:47:00 PM
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