GUYS A LOCAL RADIO STATION WAS TALKING ABOUT THE UPCOMING SERIES PREMIERE
So one of the radio stations I listen to in the morning on my way into work does these little like ”what’s new in Hollywood” news stories once every hour and the one I caught on my way to work this morning they talked about the Big Hero 6 tv series! It was so cute all the DJs were really excited and talking about how good the movie is and all this stuff! It was amazing!!
having a drawer full of plastic bags and storing plastic bags in another plastic bag
uncomfortable family reunions for every single holiday where everyone brings ridiculous amounts of food and several 2 litre bottles of soda
having to finish your food every time because you or your parents paid for it and if you paid for it you have to eat it
homemade wine from plastic bottles that your family or your uncle’s neighbours’ wife’s cousin made in the countryside
cheap alcohol and cigarettes
foreign men always coming to your country and declaring ah yes i heard that eastern european women are beautiful
that one relative your mom hates and who she always makes polite but slightly salty conversation with at reunions but then after a few glasses of homemade wine you know they’ll get into an argument
your parents’ and grandparents’ revolution/war/army stories that you’ve heard a thousand times before
those red plastic candle holders that melt with the candle but everyone is still buying to burn underneath a picture of jesus??
crochet placemats everywhere
‘persian’ carpets that have been in the family forever. everyone always trips on them but there are always the persian carpets
your grandmother has at least one plastic statue of virgin mary in her house somewhere and at least one wood painting of jesus
tiny pocket-size, laminated pictures of saints that your grandmother always buys at church and give to everyone every time they visit
the eternal fascination of every adult with the news on tv. one news hour ends? switch to another channel for the exact same news
the group of old women gathered outside on a bench, there is always a bench and there is always old ladies and they always tell you that you’ve grown so much since they last saw you even though it was just last week
the cars are parked on the sidewalks, the cars are parked on the street, to the point where you’re not exactly sure where you’re supposed to be walking
there is always a queue and it’s always eternal
a bowl of plastic fruit??
your grandparents giving you money for your birthday ‘to buy yourself some cakes/sweets’ and you having to pretend you don’t want it ‘no come on you don’t have to’ before inevitably accepting it ‘you really didn’t have to thank you’
spending that money on cheap alcohol
as soon as it hits 24 degrees everyone is out grilling food, in the back yard, in the park, in the cemetery, on top of a soviet-time apartment building…
these plastic things on every table always in godawful floral or fruit patterns
Hey look, it’s in English! These are the character pages from book 10 of the Kirby manga.
Although you shouldn’t expect translations to be a regular thing here, we do have a translation of the first chapter of book 10, and I’m currently in the process of editing the pages and typesetting it.
Translation by Popcorn, Con and Roselii. Scanned by SexiestSlime. Ham-fisted attempt at typesetting done by TToonLink.
When I saw that the death toll in Las Vegas was over 50, my first thought was, “Is that big for one of these shootings?” So I looked it up, and it is the biggest in modern American history. But I shouldn’t have any concept of ‘one of these shootings.’ Mass shootings should not be so normalized to me that I have so many others to compare it to in memory, the way one would think, 'Is that big for a Ferris wheel?’
I was barely 7 when the Columbine shooting happened, and I learned about it in church. I was horrified but, in the way that small kids do, I accepted that this must be something that happens sometimes and moved on. Two years later, at age 9, I learned after a very strange day at school that terrorists had crashed airplanes into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. My first reaction was, “I hope nobody in the plane got hurt.” I had never heard the word 'terrorist’ before.
Barely a year later, we were kept indoors instead of playing outside or trick-or-treating because a sniper was driving around the DC metropolitan area and shooting people. I was quickly realizing that murder was just part of the backdrop of my life, never directly affecting me, but there all the same. Virginia Tech, Fort Hood, Tuscon, the Oslo murders… I started to confuse them in my memory, and so did my friends.
I saw it happening to the next generation, too. James Holmes attacked a movie theatre showing the newest Batman movie while I worked at summer day camp for elementary children. It was horrifying, sobering, but nothing I hadn’t heard of before. I almost didn’t realize how upset I SHOULD be until my little campers came in crying, scared of being shot, drawing disturbing art to deal with their fears, coming to me with questions about what we would do if a gunman came in to summer camp. “You’ll be fine,” I told them without even thinking. “This camp is in a school. We’d have a lockdown like we practiced and we’d make sure you all stay safe. If anyone tried to hurt you, I’d get in front of you. You have nothing to worry about.”
A few months later, I heard the news of the Sandy Hook shooting at an elementary school. I imagined the scared faces of my summer campers, imagined myself in the shoes of the classroom teachers, really pictured myself putting myself between the shooter and the kids, and hated myself for being so dismissive of the threat of a shooting.
But so many mass killings have happened since then– the Boston Marathon bombings the day before my birthday, the Navy Yard shootings down the road from a preschool where I’d once worked, Charleston, Colorado Springs, San Bernardino, Pulse (while I had friends living and vacationing in the neighborhood), all of these intervening years peppered with stories about bombings and terrorist attacks and shootings in other countries and cities… mass killing have become something that occurs so regularly that posting a message of concern and horror on facebook feels like a rote responsibility like commemorating the birthday of a friend every year– muscle memory takes over and the statuses type themselves.
Growing up in the age of internet and 24-hour news, hearing about mass killings is just part of my life as a millennial. But 50 lives being taken, over 200 people injured should never be normal.