I have three things to talk about.
One: I just finished reading a one-shot comic. A comic called Watchmen. It is literature at its finest. Now I understand why people from a messageboard I go to regard Alan Moore as a god amongst men. Makes you think twice about vigilantism, that's certain.
Two: "I can't believe you're reading a graphic novel when all of these manga are out now!" is what the 'real' anime fans wanna say right now. Yeah, well, it's true; most comics I've read in the last year came out in Japan. This is no surprise, seeing as how most comics being released in America right now are of Japanese origin. Still, that doesn't mean I can't enjoy comics from my home country. Yes, I rave about FMA and Nausicaa constantly, but the funniest comics I've read were both of American origin. Sam & Max and Futurama forever!
By the way, in the real world, I never use the terms, "Manga" and "Anime." Once I got out of high school, I dropped out of contact of asswipes who would say,"Nuh-uh! Dragonball isn't a comic book! It's a manga!" if you used English words to their faces, and, I don't wanna confuse anyone who isn't keen on this hobby, so, yeah. I only the terms here because inevitably, someone would try to "correct" me if I didn't.
BEFORE I GET TO POINT THREE, IF YOU HAVE NOT READ WATCHMEN, AND DON'T WANT TO BE SPOILED, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER! SKIP TO ANOTHER ENTRY!
Three: I'm scared of myself, now. In Watchmen, Zero Hour occurs on November 2, 1985.
November 2, 1985 was the day I was born.
Not only that, the one character who didn't appear to have any personal problems was the one responsible for Zero Hour.
This scares me, for ever since I got out of high school, my own problems have been disappearing. There are only two majors issues of mine that remain unresolved. (One is, "get a job that will give you financial security." The other . . . I'll discuss another time.) I'm not a junkie, I haven't been to jail, I'm on good terms with most of my family, I'm more peaceful now then when I was younger, I'm a better writer now, I have good friends, I am open-minded, and my car runs very well.
My birthdate, combined with my seemingly idyllic lifestyle, can only mean one thing; I am destined to become one of the most evil people in human history.
But I don't want to be evil!
Well, if I want to make sure I don't become evil later in life, I guess I better start fucking up my life now before I do something drastic. Where can I get wasted, kill someone in cold blood, destroy all of my relationships, and advocate acting on hate all at once?
"Uh, the local bar?"
Nah. I'm just being silly. There's no way I could become a bad man, right?
Right!?
