Welcome back, my beautiful freaks, to the Assassin's Den! As of two weeks ago yesterday (my time, of course), Cartoon Network began airing Funimation's dub of Dragon Ball Super, one episode a week. So, I've decided that, at the end of an arc, I'm going to talk about the show based on that arc's story and the English cast's voice acting.
Now, I need to mention one major thing, I have not seen Battle of Gods or Resurrection F, so unlike for most people who watched Super in the original Japanese, these two arcs are new territory for me. I am going in completely blind. In fact, outside of what I've seen talked about by the people at Team Four Star, including but not limited to MasakoX, I'm going in blind with the series. Yes, I'll keep up with the synopsis of what will come for me so I don't rehash things and muse on things that have already happened for a lot of fans, but the episodes themselves are brand new territory for me.
With that said, I'll be posting a review of the Battle of Gods arc when it is over, which should be in about a month. But for now, stay beautiful freaks!
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Sunday, January 22, 2017
Sunday, January 1, 2017
New Year's Day and why I don't celebrate it
Welcome back, my beautiful freaks, to the Assassin's Den! Today, I talk about a strange quirk of my personality, and why I don't really care to mark something nearly everybody else does. You see, to me, New Year's Day only marks the change in any dating I do on checks or forms. I don't make New Year's Resolutions simply because I don't see any reason to wait to make positive changes in your life.
I've also reached the point in my life where people don't make a big deal about my birthday. Most I get now are texts from a few people wishing me a Happy Birthday, and no gifts. Which I get; I mean, I turned 34 this past birthday, I'm not one for parties, and all my friends have kids. So now, what I do on my birthday is different than what I used to do; reflect on what has happened, and plan for the future. Just like what the majority of people do on New Year's. I start making positive change then, because what else am I going to do besides working and relaxing?
I'm also a little burned out on celebrations by New Year's. I mean, when November rolls around, we've got my oldest nephew's birthday, then mine, then American Thanksgiving, then we settle in for the Christmas season. Lots of good food, lots of time to spend with the extended family, lot of good times. But New Year's is just a party for the sake of a party. There's no good will, only food and booze, and I'm working on weight loss for a few important reasons that I don't want to reveal to the world.
I also don't drink. I don't like how being drunk feels. And while I'm tall and heavy enough to have a pretty good tolerance, I don't like the aftermath of getting drunk. Because of this, I stand around at a New Year's party, watching people acting like drunken asses over an arbitrary change in a calendar year.
I also don't like staying up late. The latest I'm going to bed is 11pm, and that's pushing it. I like rising with the sun, and waiting to midnight to celebrate the turning of an arbitrary number is not my idea of fun.
And this is why I'm not the guy you want at a New Year's party; I'm the wall flower who isn't enjoying the music, isn't eating the food, isn't drinking the booze, watching others making a fool of themselves, and feeling like I'd rather be asleep than standing around waiting for the ball to drop. And I've already been working on my "New Year's Resolution" on my birthday six weeks ago.
That's not to say that I begrudge the people who enjoy the party; just those who call or text me at midnight wishing me a happy new year after I've been asleep for two hours. Thankfully, my friends have realized this over the years and have stopped.
However, those who want to party will find a reason, and I don't begrudge them that. So enjoy your celebrations, sleep as late as you want, nurse your hangovers and stay beautiful freaks!
I've also reached the point in my life where people don't make a big deal about my birthday. Most I get now are texts from a few people wishing me a Happy Birthday, and no gifts. Which I get; I mean, I turned 34 this past birthday, I'm not one for parties, and all my friends have kids. So now, what I do on my birthday is different than what I used to do; reflect on what has happened, and plan for the future. Just like what the majority of people do on New Year's. I start making positive change then, because what else am I going to do besides working and relaxing?
I'm also a little burned out on celebrations by New Year's. I mean, when November rolls around, we've got my oldest nephew's birthday, then mine, then American Thanksgiving, then we settle in for the Christmas season. Lots of good food, lots of time to spend with the extended family, lot of good times. But New Year's is just a party for the sake of a party. There's no good will, only food and booze, and I'm working on weight loss for a few important reasons that I don't want to reveal to the world.
I also don't drink. I don't like how being drunk feels. And while I'm tall and heavy enough to have a pretty good tolerance, I don't like the aftermath of getting drunk. Because of this, I stand around at a New Year's party, watching people acting like drunken asses over an arbitrary change in a calendar year.
I also don't like staying up late. The latest I'm going to bed is 11pm, and that's pushing it. I like rising with the sun, and waiting to midnight to celebrate the turning of an arbitrary number is not my idea of fun.
And this is why I'm not the guy you want at a New Year's party; I'm the wall flower who isn't enjoying the music, isn't eating the food, isn't drinking the booze, watching others making a fool of themselves, and feeling like I'd rather be asleep than standing around waiting for the ball to drop. And I've already been working on my "New Year's Resolution" on my birthday six weeks ago.
That's not to say that I begrudge the people who enjoy the party; just those who call or text me at midnight wishing me a happy new year after I've been asleep for two hours. Thankfully, my friends have realized this over the years and have stopped.
However, those who want to party will find a reason, and I don't begrudge them that. So enjoy your celebrations, sleep as late as you want, nurse your hangovers and stay beautiful freaks!
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