Who else thinks this is utterly ridiculous and sick making? I hate Toriyama's so called art work, it's not very good and yet it is highly praised by so many. This doesn't of course take into account the redundant and honestly boring "plot" he came up with. The fact that such a bad series sparked so much interest and spawned fan work like this is truly staggering. This AF series may remedy some of the smaller problems, though this is highly doubtful at best. The art style is still horrendous and if these first few pages are an indication the story isn't going to be pretty either. This saddens me a little.
Creativity can be promoted, ignored, or actively protested. This really makes no difference. Creativity is within you the person, it's not in anyone else's control. It's not even really a matter really of killing creativity so much as allowing it to manifest in different ways. A scientist is perfectly capable of being the most creative human on Earth, to solve the riddles and mysteries of the world. One needs to be able to bring something from nothing and think of something new, that's creativity. You can create in different ways with a different knowledge base and can have a different mind set on the subject, but the fact remains that whether it's regurgitating information or using that information to extrapolate new information creativity isn't killed by simply testing based on facts rather than imagination. As an afterthought, this may be just me but I actually like having set clearly defined parameters of right and wrong and even in creative subjects there are wrong answers, it's just how you come to that conclusion may be a bit different. Also, knowledge births creation in my opinion, because without knowledge you have no premise for creative thought.
Rena and the villagers from Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni. Every iteration of them scares me.
Not always. Youtube search That Spells DNA for science and Istanbul Not Constantinople for history. The second isn't exactly rich in history but you do get two points across.
Interesting series. It does spend a long time doing literally nothing but it still doesn't bore and the story hasn't gotten ridiculous like some other series have. One of my current favorites that's still in progress.
Hikaru no Go is not for guys. Just saying.
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Not exactly. The title is an exaggeration. My point is that you shouldn't simply drill everything and that though it is important to learn the hard textbook facts it isn't impossible to help this along through other less formalized means.
I liked Shaman King, possibly one of my favorite mangas. The ending was severely disappointing, but it made sense upon reading how Takei felt about it. I heard about a 2009 resurrection of the series, but I don't actually believe it.
The basics and introductions of so many subjects are communicated in simple understandable ways in music and other media never even touched upon in school. I'm not saying to base a class off of a Jonathan Coulton song but I do see the merit of incorporating such songs into an elementary school setting. Simplified versions are often better accepted by people who have no idea about what the subject matter is really about. There are many concepts in school that they simply drill into your head. This breeds resentment or indifference in some. Simplification is one factor, another is simply humor, or something close to it anyways. Making a class subject into a less formal topic could make a difference in a developing child's eyes. For example, I had awful grammar when I was younger. The school system really did absolutely nothing to remedy this situation, however when I read the book Eats, Shoots, & Leaves that changed. I gained a new interest in being understood within my writing because the book was funny and still covered the topic thoroughly enough to teach the rules of grammar. This kind of thing is by no means revolutionary or even new but it still has yet to leave an impact on the learning system.
I tried to read it but the art was a bit sick making in my opinion. I can't stand that kind of style, not that I liked the premise any better. It's technically not bad at all but I still dislike it a lot.
I like Bleach but the story kinda got screwed after the Soul Society. I feel like Kubo just has no idea where to go from here. He has the idea but he doesn't really have a plan to reach it and as such he ends up doing a few questionable things in my opinion. However his art style is one of my favorites of any I've ever seen. As an afterthought, I have to say I prefer his older series Zombie Powder even though it was cut short, and I'm kinda miffed that Bad Shield wasn't picked up.
I finished it and though it wasn't exactly his best work I like Watsuki's stuff and it certainly was worth reading in my opinion.
It's best to make your own ideas up but you can't really help ending up with similarities to other works simply because there are so many with so many varying ideas. Drawing inspiration from other things is just a part of it, because being self inspired and creative is fairly uncommon in my experience. As long as it's not a rip off it's really okay.
I hate long protracted things, and this was right after an exam which by definition is both long and protracted. I felt like making something short for once and though I'm not exactly proud of this, I do accept your positive review and you have my thanks for taking the time.
It's not actually Japanese but it follows the style and conventions pretty closely. It isn't produced by a major corporation, it's a small internet started manga-esque series that I'd recommend to pretty much anyone. I only just recently realized it was being published and sold via the internet. Heh. If you've read it I'd like to see your thoughts on it, if not I still uphold my recommendation.
With summer comes a lot of time freed up for the creative process. This is my first attempt at getting back into it. Door1: Ignition The earth was lit with a brilliant fire, a fire signaling it’s end. In the final inferno all was lost, not a trace of what once was remained, nothing but the ashes and the memories of a world gone by. For many years the land remained cold and dark, the skies blackened with soot and smoke, the atmosphere long since burned away. This interminable period held no life and no record, not a sign to signal it’s beginning and no herald of it’s end. This was the end of the world. There were those that tried to stop it, those that tried to escape it, but in the end none came to fruition. There were those that tried to accept it and live on as they could as well. This is the story of why the world hasn’t ended quite yet. “Another day, another way.” An abnormally slender youth with unruly black hair sat in a swivel chair and stared closely at his fingers, between which he held a normal pencil with no point to speak of. For another few moments he stared, shifting the balance ever so slightly from time to time. Finally he attempted to twirl the pencil between his fingers and dropped it. It rolled at first quickly then slowing down before coming to a halt at the far wall. He turned to stare at it again, this time it wasn’t long before he moved. He simply left it there and left the room empty and devoid of life. The room stayed still for several moments before he came back to retrieve his pencil. Finally he left his home looking up at the night sky, tinged with a half light radiating from the eastern horizon. “School time.” The further down the tree lined road he walked the more light streamed towards him and the faster he walked. Eventually he broke into a run as the sun itself seemed to peek over the horizon sending many shafts of light towards the calm quiet tree lined street. Soon he sat slumped against a brick wall near a locked entrance to the school. As the seconds grew into minutes others began to walk the streets towards, away from, or past the school. After several more minutes a man came and unlocked the door, but the black haired youth sat still. After nine people passed he looked up at the bright sky and stood up. He brushed himself off and entered. He promptly walked down the first hallway on the left and proceeded to the right till he reach a stairwell. He looked up several flights of stairs and paused before slowly ascending to the second floor. The hallways were still empty and the sunlight’s angle was still low. He walked down this hall and back towards the entrance. Finally he stationed himself above a window directly above the now open entrance. He stared out at the road and watched people walk through for several minutes. With a sigh of what could have easily been any emotion he walked further down the hallway and entered a classroom nearly vacant save for three other students and a teacher. The three students were deeply engrossed in a conversation about some kind of inside matter and the teacher sat quietly reading through papers at her desk. The boy with black hair took his usual seat and slumped over with a small thud. No one made a motion in acknowledgment. After several more minutes the class room was filling up and after another few minutes the bell heralding the start of class rang out. The class slowly stopped chattering and began mumbling which in turn soon shrank into a few whispers here and there. The teacher spent the entire period lecturing on the subject of history. The black haired boy listened from his hunched over position and made no audible sounds. The period came and went without event and none of the students or the teacher could possibly have thought it would’ve done otherwise. Several hours later it was everyone’s lunch hour, which lasted thirty three minutes. The slim youth, the one with black hair wandered about the grounds for some time before he felt a breeze coming from the north, which was odd because there hadn’t been any wind at all that warm late spring day. He stared off into the breeze for some moments and continued to stare north even after the breeze had subsided. He turned away and walked straight back towards the center of the campus and sped up when the breeze stared again. When the bell rang he broke into a run almost missing the flash of light reflecting off of a metal object in the grass. He slowed and stopped, looked back and reached out towards the area where he saw the flash of light. His slender spider like hand found a key that had been dropped or left in the grass. He quickly took it up and continued his interrupted run back to the school. The rest of the day should have gone by uneventfully, but the black haired boy wasn’t the one who was supposed to find the key in the sports field grass. The one searching for the key looked over the small campus from a nearby hill. He held a book in his hand and wore a lock around his neck. He sighed in what could have easily been any emotion and walked down towards the school where the black haired boy was. The one seeking the key looked like he could have easily been a girl of his age and wore his hair in a way that accentuated his feminine facial features. He walked at a brisk pace and wore a look of deep thought on his girlish face. The boy with black hair decided to keep the key because it had a nice engraving on it and didn’t look like anything anyone in the suburb would own or miss if the did on the off chance own it. He fiddled with it for some time as he sat through his classes listening to lectures and didn’t take notes. Soon school was over and the students made to either leave or go to club activities. The one who was searching for the key watched each of the students leave from the main entrance and waited until there were no longer any people to see him snooping about the school. The black haired boy lingered at school walking the halls and still fiddling with the key. He looked at a clock and decided to leave for home. On his way out he walked past the effeminate man looking for the very key he held in his hand. The key seeker stopped and turned to the black haired boy. Just as he was about to close the door behind him the one looking for the key took note of his key and asked him something. “Hey, kid, have you seen a key like this one?” He held up a key that looked very similar to the one the black haired boy had found but had a different engraving. He smiled slightly and let the boy look at the key closely. “No, not really.” The thin black haired boy took several seconds to answer and answered in the most literal sense possible, because he didn’t like the girlish man. Men that look like girls and wear strange clothes are not to be trusted. So he handed back the key and waited for a response. “Well I’m looking for one, I dropped it somewhere around here.” The man took the bold faced lie with a smile and thought of a plan to get the key. The black haired boy would pay for lying to him. “I hope you find it.” The black haired boy said as he closed the door and left the school. “I think I already have.” The androgynous male smirked before he started laughing maniacally. - The slim body of the black haired body strolled neither awkwardly nor gracefully through the empty neighborhood streets in the low afternoon sun. He had started at a decent clip but had by then slowed to a leisurely pace. He still fiddled with the key every now and then staring up through the small street’s canopy of ornamental trees. He reached his house and turned down the driveway walked up to the door and entered. He looked over his school things ignoring homework and notes and dropped them off in a corner near the door. He ate dinner silently with his family and retired to his room after some time. He lay awake staring out of his window. When sleep finally took him the key seeking man appeared at his front door. He looked at the house with for a few moments contemplating before he strolled around the side to the black haired boys room. The man carried the same book and wore the same lock as he had earlier. With a quick toss the book was in the second story room through the open window. It landed with a thud waking up the room’s sole occupant. He went to pick up the book and looked at the title, it was written in an odd handwritten script that resembled classical calligraphy, it read “Keys & Locks” and was subtitled “A Guide”. The black haired boy looked out of his window and his eyes fell upon the man he met earlier. He wore a grin and jerked his head towards the front of the house. Following out of curiosity the younger met the strange man in the front of the house. “You have the key. I knew it but I let you keep it. You wanna know why?” The womanish man asked. “It’s just a key. I have no idea what it’s for anyways.” The thin youth was still unsure as to what this man wanted but couldn’t simply ignore him. He had no idea why he let him keep the key and didn’t want to be bothered with thinking about it. “Wrong. That thing is more than any ordinary key. It can unlock any door, but it may not lead you to where you expect it to. The key can take you anywhere and everywhere as long as you have a door to open.” The man spoke plainly and clearly understood that though his words were illogical he wanted to be believed in some capacity at face value. “So, I don’t need it then.” The black haired boy made to return to the house and held out the key right in the effeminate mans face. “I don’t think you really understand. Anywhere really does mean anywhere, even the other worlds. Escher is the world where the keys were made. It’s a place where pieces of other worlds all meld together into a great maze. It’s a truly wonderful place where everything and anything is possible.” He had gotten fairly excited by this point and was waving his hands about in wild gesticulations. “Sounds great, but mazes really aren‘t my thing. Also, why do you want two keys? If one can take you anywhere then what’s the point of having more than one?” The suspicions only grew in the black haired boy as the effeminate man continued in his odd explanations. That’s when he stopped waving his arms about and his face got a murderous look to it. “This.” In an instant the man took his own key and had it in the lock he wore around his neck. With a devious smirk and a chuckled from his now menacing face, his hand turned the key, as the lock clicked open and fell from its chain everything became temporarily distorted, the air, the trees, the ornamental plants, they all blurred and grew brighter for an instant. When everything returned to normal a slight misty haze remained and the man was holding in one hand a scythe with similar engravings on it as the key and lock. “How do you like it? If you can get the right lock and the right key combination it’ll turn into a special item like my Copper Scythe.” “This is a dream.” The youth spoke in utter disbelief, he started to back up slowly as the menace on the other mans face grew even greater. “No way, this ain’t no dream kid!” With a huge swing the scythe man cut down several ornamental plants and left a huge gash in the thick wooden door just above the black haired boy’s head. “No…no way. No way!” He started running. He had no idea to where or what to do once there, but he had to be anywhere that wasn’t there, near the man with the scythe. “Che-- running is useless kid.” The scythe man smiled and began his hunt for the key. “So long as you have that key, I’ll keep on chasing after you and even after that I’ll kill you. Isn‘t it wonderful?”
My best is Zelda. My favorite is Pit, because of his final smash, midget raid.
As an amendment to my earlier response. No, the world will not end. Without the Americas times could be tough but the rest of the world would make it through. Also, I seriously want a specific topic here. Not just "Mega-Tsunami!" maybe something detailing how this could actually happen, "is it in the foreseeable future?" and a short blurb on whether can we do anything about it.
This is a short story I wrote after an exam one day. It's entirely told in either dialog or self asides, I wanted to try something different from usual. I’m not proud of it or anything, just kinda have it on hand. "You know, it's really hard being lazy and still wanting to accomplish something. It's even harder when people tell you "it's okay" or "you're so smart", losers. Honestly, it's not easy, I mean to say, there's so much I wanna do with my life, with my time, but I end up doing nothing because I can't motivate myself. I don't mean to be so self centered, but when you grow up around kids that don't know anything and adults that treat you like god's gift, you start to think differently. You get stuck up and snobbish, no joking around or anything here. Then you meet someone better than you, you don't hate them, you don't like them either. You avoid them and pretend they don't exist, 'cause they make you accept that you might not be so special. I mean I've always acknowledged that I was in my surroundings, nothing more than slightly above average, but from the top of the bell curve you see so many more behind you. You wanna know why? I think it's 'cause you're always closer to them, the ones ahead of you are light years ahead and make you look like a straight up idiot, probably because you are. I digress. It's not easy. I want to be better than I am, because I never want to lose to anyone, I've accepted that I can never be as smart as half the world. But I've never conceded that they are better than be, never. I fight what I know to be true. I struggle against fact. I defy proper reason. No matter what I'm still inferior, I still feel like trash. But that isn't they point, the point is no matter how it feels I can't make myself without others, they are what see you and they are what define you. Screw for a second self image, 'cause it isn't worth a thing. You know, I hate self esteem boosters that they always try to use in school--" "Stop talking to yourself." "Why should I? Stupid girl." "It's stupid." "Why? Go away an’ leave me alone." "Because it is." "Work on you're argument and get back to me in ten years. Maybe then you'll have a good enough reason to look down on me." "Everyone thinks that you're stupid, you know." "So? You've got the gall to tell me this much just say that you think so too." "..." "What does it matter to me what those paramecia think? Seriously, I doubt that anybody even notices me, much less holds an opinion of me. Anyways, there are over a billion people in the world and you couldn't have surveyed them it's a logistical impossibility." "Why do you always do that?" "What? You utter ******." "You always take everything so seriously. It's creepy." "Literally. Literally for god's sake, get you're damned words right." "Huh?" "I take things literally, not seriously, you used the wrong word to describe my actions. Anyways, why are you talking to me if I'm so stupid?" "--" "You don't even have an answer do you?" "I do so! If you'd just shut up and stop acting like you're so much better than me I'd--" "I'm leaving. I don't wanna hear any more of you're poorly constructed insults." "Hey! I'm not finished! You stupid little boy!" "Irredeemable idiot. Why can't they just leave me alone? Seriously, it's not even worth the aggravation." - “Hmrgh. That’s odd. I don’t usually dream about things that actually happened in the past. Maybe it’s a gonna be a bad day.†“I’m up!†“We’ve been room mates for a few months and you still do that. Why can’t you let your old habits die?†“Well, excuse me princess.†“Shut up. I’m leaving, I don’t have time for this.†“Idiot, you’ll never make any friends like that!†“Don’t care.†“You will when you’re forty and homeless.†“I’ll welcome it with open arms.†“Whatever, ya prick.†“I’m twenty two as of Thursday, I’m a college student who still hasn’t gotten rid of the habit of mumbling to myself, I am correspondingly ridiculed for it, though not so harshly as ever I was in public school. It’s the start of the second semester and I still know absolutely none of the people here. I like that, some would prefer to call it antisocial which is I believe a misnomer since antisocial behavior is, if I’m correct, acting against society not against socializing. I like to read about other dysfunctional people and it really isn't so bad being a total jerk. You get used to it and then you just learn to avoid people, if they talk to you, you make them regret it. That‘s all there is to it.†“Hey.†“Hey. Watches too much anime.†“’Sup.†“Hey. Lies a lot.†“Yo.†“Hey. Makes obnoxious noises, smart though.†“Class. I doubt I’ll pass this semester. My parents will hate me for it. I should pay attention today, but I resent listening to idiots and people who think that they are better than others, which is odd because I listen to myself quite a bit. I digress, actually this entire thing is a digression. Anyways I often think about life, I know it’s cliché and very tired but it still hasn’t been totally solved to everyone’s satisfaction. Whatever, like I wanna help those idiots get up in the morning knowing what they’re born for, way to either boost or kill their egos.†“Is this seat taken?†“No.†“Thanks, hey I’m--†“Sorry, did I give you the impression that I was listening?†“No.†“Good, then we’re on the same page then. Now leave me alone for a moment and let me be.†“Anyways, I’m Sara.†“Good for you.†“So this is History.†“So it would seem. Are you planning on stopping anytime soon?†“Why are you here? Do you like history?†“If depressingly high death rates and long drawn out and utterly disappointing wars over small spits of unusable land took my interest then maybe.†“So you think people are bad?†“People like you, or all people? Don't start with me.†“Wh--†“Why don’t you just shut up? It’s a simple question answer it quickly and don’t start a schpeel on the Renaissance while your at it. Seriously, just cut your losses and stop making yourself look like a fool.†“I don’t want to.†“Why might that be Sam?†“Sara.†“Do I look as if I care? Well, do I?†“I don’t know.†“Then you can very well assume I don’t.†“I don’t want to shut up because I know it irritates you. You think you’re so great and everyone else is trash, or at least something to that effect.†“It’s not so much that I am so clever so much as everyone else is an idiot. Like you.†“See?†“And?†“You’ll never get anywhere is society. You won‘t have money or power, you won‘t be liked or remembered, you‘re just like the dust under everyone‘s feet.†“I don’t need society. I’m perfectly contented with the prospect of living out my life destitute and more importantly alone. Any reason you’d like me to do otherwise? If not then this conversation is over.†“Because you’re sad. Pathetic, pitiable, you look like you need help.†“If I refuse? Help from you?†“I’ll let you go.†“Then let me go. Now.†“Before that.†“Yes? If this is gonna be sappy then I might just kill myself now and save the world the trouble.†“I knew a kid like you before. All the kids in my school made fun of him for acting strangely, I did too. I talked to him once, I told him he was stupid, then he turned to me and told me that I was the stupid one. I took that to heart, he was mean but he still knew more than me, he still knew more about things that I never noticed. I never talked to him again. I did however try harder to know, to know about life and everything around me. That‘s why I‘m here in this class right now, to learn more. I don‘t know where he is now, but I think he never grew up and he never tried to learn anything.†“You’re proud of your ignorance? Or did you just think that this kid would remind me of myself and make me realize that life really isn’t worth living if I don‘t change and be buddy buddy with everyone else?†“No. It’s because you don’t have to be mad at everyone.†“I’m not angry, I just hold a grudge against everything and dislike everyone.†“You’re just trying--†“I’m leaving, come back in ten years when you have enough standing to look down on me. I’m not so low as to be pitied by a person like you yet.†“No. You’re the one running away. You come back in ten years and tell me you honestly that you are still right and still better than so many people.†“I wouldn’t waste my time.†“You haanged at all Adam.†“Hmph. So. You’re really that stupid girl from back then. You have changed, though, you‘re still a bit too early to preach at me like that.†“You’re wrong, it’s never too early to try and help someone, but in another ten years it’ll be way too late.†“It‘s been too late. I’ll admit defeat if it shuts you up.†“You idiot!†“Ow! What was that for?! I’m not your charity case, now let me go you stupid little girl!†“Fine, I will, but you‘re still wrong.†“I don’t care.†“Yes you do.†“Whatever.â€
