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I’m starting to think that the annoying English teacher was right when they say everything a writer chooses to use has a meaning. Like, it might not be a big meaning, but I have not written a single sentence yet that was not intended to have some kind of effect. Some of them stand alone, some of them contribute to a whole thing, like structural motifs, but…

I don’t know, everything has meaning, I guess.

Falling down The Kamen Rider hole.

I watched a random compilation vid of henshin sequences for most of the Kamen Rider shows (being Youtube, the top comment of course was “I like the bit where they say henshin.”) and well, I did want something different to watch.

I started off with Kamen Rider W, since a review recommended it as a good starting series, and I was pretty much shipping Phidari before I even saw an episode.

Also, Suda Masaki is omfgsodamnkawaii and I am just under the wire as far the Standard Creepy Rule goes. Although it’s more of a puppy crush, as in- I view him in a very similar way as I would an adorable puppy. Yes, I kinda want to mash his head into my boobs, but not in a sexual way. I have all these feelings that I don't know how to process properly. In the meantime.... so cute!

Then I started on a bit of Den-O because I liked the sword form henshin jingle. And Satoh-san, so impressed how he portrays multiple characters. I know it’s all in collaboration with the suit actors, still that’s a lot of work. Plus there’s the dancing, (and I love how Ryutaros’s special power is being able to summon backup dancers and create flash-mobs) and you did all that whilst sick? Damn.

And then.... well turns out I’m a bit too ADD to binge watch a series. Heck as kid, I was usually in the process of reading two to three different novels at any given time. Given that, might as well check out another series.

Wowowowowow Four-ze! Wowowowow Fun, ne? Man is Gen-chan tall or what? Love the interaction with Shoutaro in the movie, Taro club away! JK looks like a live-action version of Zaou Ryuu. I need more screen-time to determine do I love him for him or for his resemblance to my fave anime man-hoe?

Also, Kamen Rider Meteor-  love the disco henshin theme.... is that small blast all there is? I can’t find it on Youtube. I can find a ten-minute loop of Shabadoobie touchie henshin (and why haven’t more people made that into a remix?! I sought out the loop because: 1: So catchy & 2: my brain was demanding "More!!! the henshin sequence isn’t long enough!”) So yeah, more disco please.

Got further through Fourze before oversaturation hit. Well, looking through the Kamen Rider wiki (I needed a guide for who the heck these other riders are that keep showing up in the fanfics) and since Heisei Phase 2 has the characters I’m seeing most, I’m focusing on that for now.

So what next? For some reason I’m still hesitating on OOO, and I don’t think I’m quite ready for Gaim. Zi-O? I’m waiting for the right fanfic to fix the time-rewriting first (Seriously, you try to take my フィリップ  away and I will fucking cut you.) Maybe it’s just the fic, but Build looks a little too emotionally heavy at the moment.

Okay then, Ex-Aid.

Episode 1: I know these shows are marketing toys to kids, but holy crap guys, slow down. (Plus, the 90′s called- they want their colour scheme back.) Still, this looks- aptly enough- to be what the doctor ordered.

Episode 2: Love the op theme. Kagami Hiiro-sensei? You are being such a dick right now. Will someone smack this idiot over the head ... WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! IF YOU’RE ALL “SAVING THE PATIENT IS ALL THAT MATTERS”, THEN WHY ARE YOU DUELING INSTEAD ON FOCUSING ON SAVING THE PATIENT’S LIFE?! Someone grab this boy and give him an priority adjustment and ego-ectomy stat.

Episode 3: Why wasn’t Tagia given counseling? Proper intervention and maybe you wouldn’t have flushed a medical career down the toilet. So he got hooked on gaming and put it before medicine. You assholes gave him the driver and gashat in the first place. The game was implied to be faulty, (or at least, that’s the impression I got) meaning he was essentially given a mind-altering substance, had his priorities warped as a result and it lead to him loosing a patient.

So for that he got booted out the door, with the lack of a medical license now making him an unskilled laborer with an addiction problem. Of course he’s back and looking for a fix. (Are they gonna redeem this guy? Hope so.  BTW? Love the hair, dude.)

Episode 4: “There’s no point if you don’t ride me.” Excuse me while I pause the episode and giggle for a while.

Ah, Ex-Aid, I think I’m going to like you.

Flashback time: In the analog days, most girls when they hit those teen years moved onto trashy romance novels. I, as what I believe they are now calling “Xennials”, was still stuck on sci-fi novels during the switch-over and by the time I was interested in such fiction, well I went right to slashfic. (Remember mailing lists?) Joined my first (and only) slash-list at 16. Despite the reigning 18+ rule, I was honest about my age and they let me in anyway. (Perhaps if only to keep an eye on me.) Then mailing lists kind of died off and it was onto web archives.

And that’s when I paused the ep and logged on to type this up. There’s a certain point in people’s lives, where to some degree, they mentally stop aging. On the whole, a lot of the time, I’m pretty much still 16 (Probably a good thing, apparently my mother’s still only 25.) randomly touring though my early 20′s and occasionally re-visiting being 7. Actually when I was in my teens, I think I was time-travelling on occasion to what might very much turn out to be my 70′s (”In my day....:)

Where was I? Oh- “There’s no point if you don’t ride me.” Said the tanned guy in the leather jacket to the clumsy naive young twink of a doctor. You can’t put that in front of me and not have me shed at least 10 years worth of maturity.

(Actually, lemme just check the fic count on this pairing.... ) Still kinda want to pair Emu and Parad, but I have got to start to try watching shows before I start paring off the characters.

look, it’s 01:32, and the notebooks in the pits of my drawers are not enough for the horror that is tropical disease biology studies…

I wonder, when you decide to voice your questions, when you send off your impressions, when you speak or write or type, out of the blue, to your unsuspecting peers, is it done with an obstinate hope that you will receive at the very least any kind of response? A measured reply, despite the overwhelming standard of there seeming to be so few who would not only appreciate the question, but would consider an answer at all. 

In a manner that is self-deprecating, I think, I have been hunting for forms of connection that are more opportune for people who would rather not engage in anything so "aggressive" if "cute" without first throwing their daily habits into disarray. For whom such randomly expressed vexations of admittedly pretentious proportions pose as minor amusements, surprising puzzles, forms of performance art, and above all, a craving for approval–the latter, undoubtedly, many of my hurriedly scribbled down remarks are, but more, I suppose, a form of reassurance to myself that it is fine if I cannot help myself. Rather that than a kind of validation that is supposed to instill in me, over and over again, my sense of self-identity and worth. That would be very silly, don't you think? But it is to be expected that more often than not we will seem silly regardless, and are loved despite of it, than seem as we want to be, and are loved because of it. So herein then, ought we not to give free reign to the expectations of others, and to our own, and tailor our contentment accordingly? 

From there has emerged, I reckon, the infamous, “Nevermind that,” for which I am chastised here and there alike. Yet it occurs to me that I do not dismiss so much myself, but what I see as the toil and burden for you to bear if I did not do so.

I have never thought of it like this before, or thought of any of it for the longest time, if only in passing sneer in relation to my own expectations of people. Suppose I have dismissed thinking about it entirely, but wouldn't that truly be considered as “settling”, after all?

They were red, these pineapples, with traces of the yellow and the green you know of pineapples but much more of an ochre red, blossoms of rust. And they were not the monstrous things you find in supermarkets here, but small, scarcely bigger than an orange, all the better for sneaking into the small spaces where the light made it to the earth. In later months, when I saw a pineapple shining in a cone of sunlight, I would pick my way through the undergrowth, come up beside it, and look up to see what the pineapple could see, to find the sun that found this fruit.

Zia Haider Rahman In the Light of What We Know

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