My Minako Adorée
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So on Facebook last weekend, the meme was to post a picture from a childhood cartoon as your profile picture. My picture was my favorite, Sailor Venus, from Bishoujo Senshi: Sailor Moon.
It struck me how little I had thought about what had once been a major obsession. The show, the characters, and the fan community were such a huge part of my life in high school. I started watching Sailor Moon just as I was starting to learn more about the internet.
I was part of a super-nerdy online forum through ASMR (A Sailor Moon Romance), which was where I first developed an online presence. It was an RPG forum/messaging board, and I got way too involved. (You can see the super-nerdy details here.)
My first relationship was somewhat founded upon Sailor Moon - my first girlfriend was a pretty big fan too. We used to tease each other about being Moonies.
I dated another girl who (arguably) shared much in common with my Minako adorée.
I own all the seasons of Sailor Moon in Japanese on DVD. Only two of the seasons are 100% legitimate. I have seen all the episodes, including the fifth season, which was never released in the States.
Maybe it's pathetic, but I feel like I have recaptured a small piece of my youth. God bless Sailor Venus.
Ah, nostalgia...
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je ne peux pas chanter pendant l'examen
je ne devrais pas chanter pendant l'examen
je ne chanterai pas pendant l'examen
je veux chanter
-Nada Surf, "Inside of Love" (music video)
Fallow
The Weakerthans
Wait til the day says it's closing,
And public is put away.
Write by the light of a pay phone
Your list of "I meant to say".
Like "Winter comes too soon",
Or "Radiators hum out of tune".
Out under the Disraeli, with rusty train track ties,
We'll carve new streets and sidewalks, a city for small lives,
And say that we'll stay for one more year.
Wait near the end of September.
Wait for some stars to show.
Try so hard not to remember
What all empty playgrounds know:
That sympathy is cruel -
Reluctant jester or simpering fool.
But six feet off the highway, our bare legs stung with wheat,
We'll dig a hole and bury all we could not defeat,
And say that we'll stay for one more year.
Bend to tie a shoelace, or bend against your fear,
And say that you'll stay for one more year.
With so much left to seek, the lease runs out next week.