I don’t know what the hell is going on in the world of anime any more, so forgive me for being late to the party here.
My last good anime binge was Madoka Magicka, and before that was… Death Note? Maybe. Did the new Evangelion movie ever come out? Did I even watch the last one? I have no idea.
It doesn’t feel like it’s been that long since I kept up with all the latest shows. Until I recall that I got them all, fansubbed two or three days after airing, from an IRC channel. What even is that? Are those still a thing?
I like to tell myself that I’ve grown out of it. That’s a lie.
Deep down, I crave it. I want to cry at cartoons. I want to feel like a little kid, watching Sailor Moon transform for the very first time. I miss the melodrama. I miss the hyper comedy that only works in animation, with Japanese voice overs.
The trouble is, I’m a picky bitch and I don’t have the first clue where to find my next great obsession. In my IRC days, I would simply download the first episodes of everything airing and make my judgments based on that. That’s… something I don’t have time for any more.
So my craving has gone ignored, until it’s just a dull ache in the back of my mind.
If you were an anime fan in the early 00’s, you may share my experience. You are who I’m writing to now. Friends, my craving has been satisfied, and yours can be too!0 Comments