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Say one thing about lunch say it was leftovers that combined to make too huge a meal portion and I ate it all.

I sit at home waiting for people to come and install the machine and it might take a while since it's pouring. The rain has abruptly started and ts coming down like a flood.

Ah well, not like I've to be out someplace.

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I've started watching a new Japanese series on Netflix called 'the naked director' and it's looking quite interesting.
No one does sex stuff like the Japanese do.
They pick out the oddest topics to build upon and do it exceedingly well.

So far I've watched 'my husband won't fit' and 'Love fortune' and they were both excellent, both in terms of the kind of sexual intimacy they show and the issues they amplify.

Also in the market for a new anime and there's this lovely manga I'm reading up on called 'Gogol' which is also going pretty good.

oh yes, and the current audiobook after Black Knife Caine is from Dresden Files called 'the change' and after caine, it just feels so mellow.

I also did a bit of palette cleansing with an Agatha Christie audiobook called 'the third girl'. It was a Poirot mystery and pretty interesting as these books go.

Yeah, so there has been a lot of content consumption and while I read the 9th Malazan book I realize the need for reading something else because Malazan isn't what one would call a binge read and so I'm contemplating some serious literature or something madly fluffy.
Can't decide.

\m/

I haven't read the manga though I think now I'll have to since I've gotten myself hooked on the anime 'kengan Ashura' on Netflix.

It's gritty, messy, violent, bloody and full of fantastic fight sequences which is basically what this entire manga and thusly these series is all about.

Fight fight fight fight!!

Go to hell

I'm stuffing a big wad of 'why' in a punching bag and going medieval on it. Imma punch the life out of that bag until my knuckles are sore, until that 'why' is obliterated, until I can hear muffled screams of anguished beseech seeping out with a thick red streak of blood, until there are no more why's left to question that why oh why is there a live action movie of the phenomenal 'Death Note' on netflix???

Why? just why? I mean why?

Ruin all that's good and turn it into slop. Studio executives making this movie have committed heresy. It's five kinds of blasphemous and if there's a cult that assassinates heartless studios from creating live action movies of awesome manga then direct me the cult doors, I shall bring my glock!

There isn't enough stabilized rage within me to form coherent sentences about the number of things they've done wrong, starting with making it. 

Was it not happily existing as a manga and a fantastical anime that it had to be ruined on Netflix doors with whitewashed characters. I mean Japanese movie industry has already done a number on it and what was left of the savaged remains are now plucked at mercilessly with obnoxious distaste turning into a foul fest of festering revulsion. 

I don't know where to start and I won't because then I wouldn't stop.

Is there any reason why netflix feels the need to bring this extraordinarily complex philosophical manga to the masses? 

Can't a few good things remain in their niche, only to be explored by patrons of the abstract.

Why is there a need to dumb it down and condense it to fit an idiot box format for the consumption of those who're not initiated into the rites of all that is manga and anime?

Netflix doesn't need this and neither does the audience especially those who know and love the real thing.

Fuck you NETFLIX!