You know, it’s been such a long time to see pure fan service goodness without elements such as twisted plots, lame attempts for innovation, flashing pictures showing scenes at awkward angles (no I’m not talking about Eva) or any orchestral music reaching way too high (not even up a skirt) in attempts to achieve a sense of “better service show with a heart”. Maybe there were some other shows like such in the past few seasons, but few do everything so well and so successfully as this one.
Length: around 10 minutes. Less than 10:30 (11 minutes today, oops).
Host: Ray from Taipei.
Frequency: Mondays at 10 PM
What it’s about –
1. looking into my so-called Otaku life.
2. Thoughts and opinions on my observations for many things, mostly anime and culture.
3. Inner workings, ideas and others behind the scenes at Anime Diet (animediet.net)
Comment: It’s upclose (perhaps too much for discomfort), personal (I got good hygenes) and raw. It’s Ray unplugged.
This episode: Ray talking about one can do almost anything in anime but not really in live action, Queen’s Blade, his first anime experience, his friend’s experience, the ippanjin (normals) and pushing for the term “amazingly weird”.
You know Comiket is the holiest event for Otaku, right? Well, thanks to こなちゃん, our most loyal Japanese reader, we have fresh and exclusive pictures of 3 beautiful and hard working cosplayers from the event! Check them out!
First, his awesome comment in the best English he could manage:
A beautiful woman!
“cosplay”! That reminds me.
Comic Marcket have been held in my country!(
28~30/12 I’m sorry it’s Japan time.)
Today is the end of Comic Marcket 77
in my country in 2009. (The time that I’m writing in this is 30/12 1:07 at darkness)
Cosplay’s graphics are open in various sites.
Second, if you can read 2-chan well, it’s now updating in real time. Unfortunately, our Japanese correspondent in CA is probably asleep…
On this very special anniversary for the Diet, Ray talks about his thoughts about being normal or not instead after watching Kara no Kyoukai 7 for the second time. It’s an introspective and unplugged Ray for 10 minutes and 34 seconds.
I sat silently for a while after watching the last installment of Kara no Kyoukai (空の境界: The Garden of Sinners). Sometimes, I gazed at the screen in utter disbelief, other times, I felt shocked and dismayed. But my appreciation grew and I began to wonder about a variety of story elements.
I had a dream. I dreamed that Otakus of all races and preferences came together and lived in one city with different sections of the city catering to different Otaku tastes. If that city had two high schools, one of them would be the one in Lucky Star and the other one would be this one.
In these high schools, in addition to some real life subjects (just to make it even closer to an anime), there will be talks about anime, manga, games, and other references from different media and entertainment outlets, but of course anime and manga would be the primary subjects.
Of course everyone gets at minimum a B- for those subjects. Why not?
I know this show is too self-indulgent and turns too much inward that its audience must be tiny and I doubt anyone outside of a very small circle would appreciate it. But why the hell is it that I’m laughing watching it?
And, why the fuck is Kurimu so cute and adorable, and oh so moe? Why is that eroge/galgame plots still becomes an integral part of this show even though it’s supposedly has been making fun of it?
Who the fuck knows? I…I can’t believe I’m going to say it but I love it…Except when it bluntly attempts to promote DVD and does a utterly poor job at making fun/taking jabs at it.
Help me, Student President Kurimu! Onegai, Kurimu kaijou!
Its cold blade, collecting on its surface the moment it is drawn the vapour of the atmosphere; its immaculate texture, flashing light of bluish hue; its matchless edge, upon which histories and possibilities hang; the curve of its back, uniting exquisite grace with utmost strength–all these thrill us with mixed feelings of power and beauty, of awe and terror. Harmless were its mission, if it only remained a thing of beauty and joy! But, ever within reach of the hand, it presented no small temptation for abuse. Too often did the blade flash forth from its peaceful sheath. The abuse sometimes went so far as to try the acquired steel on some harmless creature’s neck.
– Bushido, The Soul of Japan, Inazo Nitobe, p. 135
In January of this year, a 20-year-old man in Sulphur, Louisiana used a katana to kill a dog. The Humane Society paid $2500 for his capture.
The Dave and Buster’s was crowded. Black-attired waitstaff in crisp uniforms nodded professionally at me as I entered, pointing me up to the third floor when I inquired about the event hosted there.
It was hard to miss – a frothing mass of humanity bumped and jostled at the far end of the room, packed in tight. I could not see the object of their focus, but this had to be it. As I made my way across the room, I gradually discerned that there were at least three different types of people here – businessmen in suits with refined drinks, a casually dressed faction, and a surprisingly large number of fashionably-attired teens.
He dryly notes, “Maids in the original sense are not sex workers, though this is perhaps not always the case at the 200-plus cafes around the country.”
This I find interesting. Though it may be a one-sided perception, there has long been a sense of exotic sexuality tentatively attached to cosplay in the West. It’s not new; as far back as Richard Feynman’s 1985 autobiography, Surely You’re Joking, Mr. Feynman! one finds a well-educated Westerner at a nice Japanese inn uncertain as to whether or not the kimono-clad attendant is going to provide sexual favors. How much more confusing, then, would one find it at what is often translated into English as a “fetish cafe”?
It’s not hard to think of the supply of willing maids in familiar terms: just as waitresses in Los Angeles are often aspiring actresses, Galbraith writes of the maids, “most do it because they enjoy it, but a lucky few can become cosplay idols.” Given that this fits the mindset so well, is it any surprise that Los Angeles has its own maid cafe?
For the Japanese otaku, perhaps personal interaction is at the heart of it. In an increasingly isolated society, people are starved for personal interaction. Japan, with its workaholic culture leading to deaths of karoshi, can only feel this problem more acutely. Twitter, Facebook, and all social media – including, yes, blogs – aim to provide people with regular interaction. This would seem to be confimed: Galbraith reports that many customers are regulars.
Is it really very different from going to Starbucks because you chat with the barista, or going to the local pub where the bartender knows what you like? The more people hold up these behaviors as examples of how otaku differ from normal society, the more apparent it is that they see differences primarily because they want to see them.