Well, maybe not “all kinds” of awesome…but, it’s at least two or three types of awesome.

I’ve only two more episodes left, but I already know I’m going to miss this one. I broke down, finding myself on a frantic google search for the plot summary a few moments ago.  I usually don’t try and spoil the ending of a show for myself; yet, I found myself eager to know what was going to happen.

It isn’t really a spectacular plot or intricate story. It is incredibly fun. There are lots of explosions and such.

Plus, there are giant robots. I was starting to go through a bit of giant robot withdraw.

I like everything about Eden of the East. The Op and Ed are done very well. The characters are interesting enough. The story is getting off to a good start. After three episodes there is enough information with abundance of mystery to keep me awaiting each new installment.

I found it interesting that the show starts off in the US and quickly returns to good ‘ol Japan. Although, I struggle to find the reasoning behind it. Other than the benefit of unique scenery (for an anime), what was the reason? I can’t see it being a big part of the plot, unless the US is bombing Japan. That would be interesting, but I don’t think they’ve made any allusion to that. It was mentioned that some of the Japanese population thought this, but that doesn’t really count.

Eden has highlighted one thing very explicitly.  Apparently, the best way to pick up cute Japanese girls is to expose yourself. Also, the best way to get pants (trousers for you English folks) in the US is to show off your fun parts.  Without a doubt, the best way to get out of trouble with a female police officer is to whip out Johnny.

…I learn so much from anime.

You’d probably think me odd if I told you that I had a friend nobody else could see. Perhaps, I hear voices. Maybe, I let my imagination get the better of me from time to time…well, it happens.

Watching Chaos;Head is a rather unusual experience. I’m sure other bloggers have already expressed this sentiment in some way or form. It isn’t that we’re crazy, or that we’re out of touch with reality, much. Okay, we may be a bit out of touch with reality for short periods of time, but it’s all in good fun.

What I find most interesting is that the show seems to hit on a certain aspect of myself. That aspect being how closely I am to being completely out of touch with reality. Sometimes I feel that I have to really give it some effort to stay grounded, or I’ll may let myself wonder off. I find myself talking to myself from time to time. I have to admit, I’ve had a few rather rigorous conversations and arguments with myself before I realized that I was sitting in traffic and others were watching me. Hopefully, they just thought I was singing.

We all live in our own little worlds. That really should not be understated, because they are rather little when you think about it. I’ve spent time talking about how our “little worlds’ affect the perception of a story, but usually I take the stance that there is a majority similarity in the way things are viewed, despite there being difference of opinion based on personal history.

What would it be like to see the world differently, to such a great extent that the perception might as well be an orthogonal reality? Could one function or, at least, pretend to be normal? Probably not. That is if they were unaware of what others perceived as reality and what it was like. That alone entails that they had experienced something similar.

This is something along the lines of the old addage about walking in someone else’s shoes, just without the moral construct. Likewise, in my opinion, if one truly wants to understand then the only path is experience. Just walk up to the edge of insanity and jump right on over. Who knows? The fall may be worth it.

Unfortunately, we cannot determine whether vampire equals boobies or panties. I tried doing some factoring, but only got as far as “rosario + vampire = 2 * boob + panties,” which was none too enlightening. One must be careful to realize that panties is one of those variables that seems to be plural when, in fact, it can be singular. We don’t know if that should be more than one “panties.”

Ostensibly, we are compelled to assume panties is greater than 1. After all, it would be a little disturbing if it were only a single pair.

New equation:

vampire = 2 * boob + n * panties – rosario
where n = [0, infinity)

What does this mean? Absolutely nothing.

Also, why is it called a pair of panties? I know it’s an old question, but I haven’t ever received a satisfactory answer to it. It’s not like pants. Pants have two legs that lend themselves to being called a pair. As far as I can tell panties are composed of a single unit.

I think what we have here is what linguists would call “semantic change.” Doesn’t it seem like the meanings of “pant” and “panties” are switched? I think a very long time ago some guy/girl with dyslexia kept getting the words mixed up and others simply stopped correcting the mistake because it was tiring. They probably just took what they were saying in context. Over time people started to use the same meanings for those two words.

Yeah, that’s the way it happened…

Extra credit:

• Blood+ = ?
• infinite Ryvius = ?
• 3×3 eyes = ?
• Samurai X = ?

These are the only ones I could think of at the moment. BTW, the 3×3 eyes OVA’s are pretty good.

This show is trying to pick a fight with me!

It started with the “monkey butts” in episode four. The alien-astal projection was one thing, but a monkey butt combo was a total knockout. I wasn’t sure I could recover from it. I decided to watch episode five to see if there were any latent side effects.

It was going fairly smoothly until this abomination of animation. Are they talking at the urinal? Yes, they are! What the hell! There’s a rule people, “No talking at the urinal.”

I know what some of you are thinking, “But I talk to people when I’m at the urinal all the time.” Guess what? They’re ignoring you. It’s a rule that you can’t even listen to people talking at the urinal. You have to go, “bla bala lalalal” in your head until they shut up.

Got it? Eyes front, do your business, and get out. That’s how it supposed to be done. Also, for the love of whatever deity you believe in, wash you freak’in hands.

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Obviously, this message is directed at our male readers.