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Jun. 2nd, 2003 02:43 amI have this terrible, crazy, insane, half-baked want of seeing the cast of LoTR and HP right now.
Preferably in person, because I suddenly get all thumpty-thump when I think of Orlando Bloom and Elijah Wood, and I get shivers when my thoughts wander over to Alan Rickman and Tom Felton... it sucks butter, cause there's not much of a chance they'll be flying into Washington state anytime soon. It's moments like this I wish I lived in a "metropolitan" city.
Phooey patooey.
But then... I suppose I really couldn't tolerate being surrounded by hordes of fans who are undoubtedly far more devoted than me, and could kick my half-fan butt into the next Middle Kingdom. I sometimes wish I could be this incredible fan who's absolutely in love with them and shows it. I'm a fan of many things, but never the 'biggest' one. Not of anime (in all it's different series), of HP, of X-Men, of anything.
Then I wonder if it's all a waste. Whether these obsessions of mine are really very important. Kind of Stupid, I know. *sighs*
Argh. Am now in a weird mood. No more staring at pics of of cute boys in pretty clothing. I wish I could go to Asia right now, plop myself in one of the 24-hour manga stores and just *read*. Last time I went to Taiwan, I spent days reading, and it satisfied me. But I'm becoming unhinged. I've been reading the same old mainstream crap stuff for *months* now, and I want something NEW!
It's so frustrating when all there is available in the States is stuff that passes through the critical inspection eyes. I'm not talking about anime here; I'm talking *manga*. The art of reading manga is an understated art. There's something absolutely wonderful in losing yourself in a sometimes complicated, sometimes simple storyline that can range from a few pages to 45 volumes. And there's such a huge variety.
My temper just seems to get the best of me whenever I look at the collection of manga in the states. It's all the stuff that's 'popular'. Sailor Moon, Dragon Ball, Cowboy Bebop, Mars, etc. etc.
*cries*
I'm just complaining, complaining, complaining tonight. But I felt entitled to be whiny and childish for the umpteenth time.
Preferably in person, because I suddenly get all thumpty-thump when I think of Orlando Bloom and Elijah Wood, and I get shivers when my thoughts wander over to Alan Rickman and Tom Felton... it sucks butter, cause there's not much of a chance they'll be flying into Washington state anytime soon. It's moments like this I wish I lived in a "metropolitan" city.
Phooey patooey.
But then... I suppose I really couldn't tolerate being surrounded by hordes of fans who are undoubtedly far more devoted than me, and could kick my half-fan butt into the next Middle Kingdom. I sometimes wish I could be this incredible fan who's absolutely in love with them and shows it. I'm a fan of many things, but never the 'biggest' one. Not of anime (in all it's different series), of HP, of X-Men, of anything.
Then I wonder if it's all a waste. Whether these obsessions of mine are really very important. Kind of Stupid, I know. *sighs*
Argh. Am now in a weird mood. No more staring at pics of of cute boys in pretty clothing. I wish I could go to Asia right now, plop myself in one of the 24-hour manga stores and just *read*. Last time I went to Taiwan, I spent days reading, and it satisfied me. But I'm becoming unhinged. I've been reading the same old mainstream crap stuff for *months* now, and I want something NEW!
It's so frustrating when all there is available in the States is stuff that passes through the critical inspection eyes. I'm not talking about anime here; I'm talking *manga*. The art of reading manga is an understated art. There's something absolutely wonderful in losing yourself in a sometimes complicated, sometimes simple storyline that can range from a few pages to 45 volumes. And there's such a huge variety.
My temper just seems to get the best of me whenever I look at the collection of manga in the states. It's all the stuff that's 'popular'. Sailor Moon, Dragon Ball, Cowboy Bebop, Mars, etc. etc.
*cries*
I'm just complaining, complaining, complaining tonight. But I felt entitled to be whiny and childish for the umpteenth time.