Goong (manwha) and Nuttymadam3575

Oh dear God, I never thought I’d go there but after I’d seen this bloody wonderful tidbit, I couldn’t help myself. This post will be a rant n’ review. First the rant:

Nuttymadam3575, how’s the diet going? I saw those high-caloric biscuits you were stuffing your bloated face with when you reviewed New Moan after five screenings. And darling, bleaching your hair and getting some make-up tips won’t make you look 250 pounds thinner. Oh yeah, nice magenta muumuu (however the cranberry Margarita looked pretty good)!

Like the nice dose of bullying I just gave you? Just like you give everybody else who shares their opinion on how much Twifuck sucks! I’m glad there are people like NaliniMarcasite, laurariddle292, and YomikitsuneO who can completely fuck you up and tear you down in civilized ways. The one to talk about being bullied over her fat ass! You’re not the only one Nutty (an appropriate screen name for you Emma Clark) who’s gotten hassled in school! So was I for my weight, the fact that I was smart, and had a Hispanic dad. But you know something, I’d rather throw myself off the goddamn Brooklyn Bridge before I’d do that to someone else! The worst kind of bully is the one who’d been bullied- as in YOU! And you know why it’s that bad? Because you didn’t learn a goddamn thing from it!

I’m going to let you in on something, when I was in high school (that’s secondary for all you across the pond) I stood out. I was voted as the drama queen when I graduated (not easy having a mentally ill dad). While everyone was sucking the dicks of the Spice Turds and Whackstreet Boys, I fangirled Bryan Adams, The Beatles, and Kiss, amongst others. I am rock snob (see previous post). You know why I fangirled like a maniac? Because I’m fat. Not as fat as you, mind you. And not as fat as I used to be. I look and feel a lot better. And I don’t need to fangirl like that any more. Know why? I have a life with friends, and we like hanging out and interacting. When you’re fat as you are, that’s impossible. So what do you do? You immerse yourself in fantasy and use it as your main defense mechanism. For you it’s Twifuck, literary abominations. But I can see why you’d like Eddiekins. You don’t understand that he’s an abusive control freak- you don’t have the experience. And it’s tragic that bints like you will be the first on a bastard’s hitlist because of your weight. With that said, I wish you luck in your weight loss endeavors, and pray to the universe you don’t lose your hog feet to diabetes type II.

And now the review:

I’ve just finished Goong (The Royal Place) vol. 8 so I’m officially up to date. Park so-hee has definitely carved her niche in the Korean invasion, unfortunately I find problems and wins with the series. The story is compelling (I saw Princess Hours, the live action of this series as well), but I found not a single character sympathetic. Now having loved all things Asian for the last 11 years, I know that Asian psychology is rooted in Confucianism. Etiquette, protocol, discipline, introversion, and isolation really compartmentalizes everything in the East. If our Crown Princess Chae-Gyeong has shown any maturation, it’s because the royal family thinks of her as a novelty. My suspicions are that the Queen Mother (perverted Old Lady) once was like this- this is a trick often used in anime/manga/manwha. Crown Prince Shin is a sadist, calling Chae-Gyeong stupid one minute and refusing to let her out of his sight the next.

What are redeemable about these two? Nothing, as far as I could tell. Unlike Hana Yori Dango, where the broken-spirited bully Doumyouji attacked Tsukushi because she was tough (and like his Onee-san Tsubaki), Tsukushi wouldn’t stand for his reticence. If she wanted an answer from him, she got it- in the most psychotic way- but they were able to build upon that. And now in HYD: Jewelry Box they’ve gotten engaged.

Now I might be too hasty, after all there’s 18 volumes. But I really don’t expect much having gotten halfway through. Nevertheless I’m sticking with it; the art is gorgeous, I enjoy the Korean cultural lessons, and the tongue-in-cheek humor is cute. Oh yeah the manwha of Twifuck will be out in a few weeks, and I’m going to check it out- can’t tithe enough can you SMeyer, you whore? The art looks okay at least (Yen Press is a subsidiary of Little, Brown, and Co.).

Twifuck fandom insanity

Today is the 30th anniversary of Miracle on Ice. We kicked so much Soviet ass in Lake Placid, the Golikov brothers’ skid marks are embedded into the boards at the Olympic arena. I’ll watch the games if they do a (PROPER) tribute to the team. Unfortunately we’re probably going to hear from the same three guys, Jim Craig (who is kind of annoying), Mike Eruzione, and Rob McClanahan. Maybe, just maybe Mark Johnson might give a soundbite or two considering he’s coaching the women’s hockey team, but he might be too busy. However it was cool to see during the Olympic build-up that Steve Janaszak, Mike Ramsey, Dave Christian, Jack O’Callahan, and Dave Silk come out and jump on the Miracle-lovefest.

Did you see what I just did? I fangirled! I just fangirled on the MOI team (and spent 3 crazy days DLing off Mininova the MOI USA-USSR game last year) and gave a balanced viewpoint on MOI players. A brainless fan would immediately attack me because I said Jim Craig- the golden goalie- is a little annoying. Have you seen his interviews? The dude is a true-blue salesman. He kind of gets repetitive. I’m sure that Gorman- his fucking manager- ensures that the questions are shallow in order for Jimmy to plug his motivational speaking business (does anybody know what the fuck that shit really is?) and charity to produce the same fucking reaction- flag waving. If you read Wayne Coffey’s book Boys of Winter he mentions right off the bat that “certain” players won’t even talk unless there’s a nice number with a dollar sign in front of it. The first three guys I mentioned probably clean up the best- with Jimbo making the most (a three-story colonial sitting atop 15 acres of land in Mattapoisett with an LDS kept wife who probably tithes like a motherfucker). Now I’m not going to be hypocritical- I like making money- and if it were Mark Wells I wouldn’t dare question it.

But SMeyer takes greed and egotism into the stratosphere bleeding the beast by charging autograph fees and holding her fucktard fanbase hostage because Breaking Dawn was the worst-received out of the abomination and the partial draft of Midnight Sun was leaked, being a complete unprofessional crybaby saying that she won’t write any more because her feelings were hurt. LBC should’ve sued her ass off just for the statement being made. Do you know how many manuscripts are being leaked onto the ‘net? Feature films and JKR have also fallen victim- yet they’ve moved on and made millions more despite it (or because of it).

In my last rants you know my stance concerning why SMeyer is a successful zagnut. Ultimately she’s a dumbass who’s business skills are just sharp enough to leak out her own work, say stupid shit (and not get in trouble for it), and most of all incite rage in her most devoted army of fan-assholes when somebody challenges Twifuck. I have no problem with fandoms. Fandoms are terrific forums for people to get together and have a blast about whatever they’re obsessing over. I’m an anime fangirl, a hockey fangirl, and a rock snob. I will counter your arguments with an argument of my own, but I’m not going to physically attack you because of it!

I think in the last 10 years or so, fandoms are becoming outlets for people with emotional problems, anti-social tendencies, and who are just plain mentally ill. Another valid argument is that with the rise of the Internet people are becoming less motivated to physically interact, depending on a proxy to prop up a fantasy self. This is the only reason why I would DL Surrogates. I mean Bruce Willis’ career is ringing its death knell, and the premise of android bodies being controlled through cyberbrain technology (think Ghost in the Shell: SAC) is pretty extreme, nevertheless philosophically feasible. Unfortunately these fuckwits who are so imbalanced and dissatisfied with themselves that they’re relegated to living in a fantasy world where their every whim is catered to by good-looking abusive men. And they will do any-fucking-thing to stay there.

I’m so glad that these celluloid abortions will send Stewart’s and Pattinson’s careers into the black hole of typecasting once the corporations have made their money and the fad dies (Power Rangers, anybody?). I mean they can’t really act, he doesn’t believe in regular bathing (and is ugly as fuck), she has a blank stare, and I think Lautner is tired of juicing and bad wigs. All in all I’ll still DL New Moan for the lulz and am going to figure out how to post some audio-only vids on YouTube (because I can’t get a fucking camera right now) to start breaking on shit.

Tprinces, ASmilingMalice, and shmeiliarockie have inspired me to venture outside.