So what do we make of 2017? Sure, there were the physical problems... my left knee simply doesn't bend well anymore... but I actually did fairly okay at the job. The F1 season wasn't all that much of a much, and the Cubs weren't as good as they were in 2016, but I have a hard time criticizing either of them on the whole. Even The Pond sorta just chugged along at a middlin' pace.
So is that it? Do we declare 2017 "The Year Of The Meh"? I'm really struggling to think of anything particularly outstanding about the past 365 days as a coherent whole. There were good times, there were bad times, but I think 2017 was like vanilla ice cream... it's not bad, but it could have been red bean mochi.
But I did have you, the Pond Scum, and that makes all the difference, doesn't it? Here's to a better 2018, for myself, for The Pond, and for all of you, my lovely readers. Now it's time for the funny hats and noisemakers... happy new year, everybody!
Something I feel I've been remiss about this... well, this whole year... is a project that my brother in feathers Greyduck has been working on. He called it "3WA"...
...is that how we're going to play this? No, not the Worlds Welfare Works Association, but the Weekly Word Working Assignment. And before you ask, no, no Kei and Yuri. In this case, GD decided to make himself write to a schedule: one post per week for the entire year, talking about, and I quote, "a bunch of the animated stuff I like best and why you might (possibly) like it, too." And an eclectic collection it is, too. From Aardman to ARIA to Aang to Animaniacs, he's all over the map... when he bothers to stick to a map at all. I had heard of most of the things he talks about, and understood his reasoning for many of those. Daria, however, was a bit too far, but the fact that he talks about a MTV-based animation from the '90s in the same project as Blast of Tempest and... yes, Kanon '06... gives you an idea of the scope of this project.
While I was composing this post, I actually went back to his Entry #1 and reread the entire series. It maybe took me an hour, tops. This is some good, fast, reading that's entertaining as hell and might just get you to look at some shows you wouldn't have otherwise. Not a bad way to spend a year, that. Here's the entire category entry for you, but I'd recommend starting with the previously mentioned Entry #1 and working your way up the calendar. Better do it quick though... he's about to start the next 3WA project, and this one will be truly special: music.
But really, GD... Daria?
EDIT: Just to clarify, when I say "truly special," that doesn't mean THIS 3WA project wasn't special. It simply means that I've been immensely impressed by GD's musical leanings over the years, and have learned that if he suggests a band or album to me there's at least a 50-50 chance I'll love it. Think about it... how many people do you know that have that good of a track record with something as uniquely personal as your musical likes? I can't wait to see what is, essentially, his Top 50 album list.
Wow, that second picture brings back memories. It lived on floppies before I had a computer even capable of displaying it properly, and I used it to test color printers and briefing software at my first job out of college. I still have it somewhere... The image, not the floppy. Although who knows....
Posted by: Mauser at December 30, 2017 01:00 AM (h8yX6)
I second Greyduck's efforts; his review list was top-rate all year.
I tried a few years ago to re-visit Daria, and was pleasantly surprised that the show mostly holds up better than I expected considering how firmly grounded in the 90's it was. The nostalgia beats would probably overcome some of the shortcomings if the original music could be used, but that's effectively impossible at this point.
I suspect you have to really wallow in the show's cynicism to get the most out of it, especially the early seasons, but that's possibly just my experience.
Posted by: Ben at December 30, 2017 01:57 AM (h8yX6)
And yes, Daria. It's probably a more defensible pick than Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz at any rate. *cough* All kidding aside, this is where my disclaimer at the project's beginning comes into play. The show gave me joy, everyone else's mileage may vary.
Come to think on it, "your mileage may vary" is a phrase I quickly learned to watch out for. It applies to every single selection! My fingers would be partway through bashing out the phrase or the YMMV acronym and I'd go, "Wait, wait. We can't just write that into every one of these posts, Me."
The point behind the point of the project is to get back into the habit of writing and to improve as best I can during its run. Given that I'm actually quite pleased with #52 I think the project is bearing fruit in that regard.
Though I have a lot to learn before I'm ready to save the w-- ow ow ow stop that okay I'm sorry!
Posted by: GreyDuck at December 30, 2017 10:40 AM (h8yX6)
...and yes, it's somewhat ironic that I didn't work Affair of Nolandia into the list. I decided that I had enough heavily retro nostalgia picks already. Ah well.
Posted by: GreyDuck at December 30, 2017 10:43 AM (h8yX6)
It's moments like this that make me think about how humankind has progressed in my 50 years on this earth.
Some random person in Los Angeles, using a broadcast-quality camera in a hand-held communications device connected to a datasharing system that can be accessed world-wide, has recorded the flight of a reusable rocket 160 miles away, then shared it with potentially millions of people that, using equipment that is considered commonplace but in reality is more powerful than the combined processing power of entire nations when I was born, can view with amazing clarity the spectacular launch of a true reusable rocket into space carrying 10 communications satellites that will become part of an orbiting network that can be seen from your backyard without the use of telescopes, and nobody even blinks an eye about it and goes on looking for cat videos.
So ever since late Christmas night my intarwebz has been, to be blunt, suckin' like a thirsty vampire with a really thin straw. It's up for a minute, then down for five, then I may as well be receiving data via morse code for all the good it's doing. I've been informed that it's affecting all of the buildings in the back of the Pond Central Apartment Complex... and my building is the backiest of the back that's ever backed. No, seriously... Pond Central's building is the farthest south in the complex, behind me is nothing but a large expanse of lawn, a row of trees, then corn. Lots and lots of corn. Not right now of course... now it's lots and lots of not a whole lot, honestly... but yeah. I'm being affected.
They say it should be back up "soon." When I pressed them on that, they said it'll be up by 2018... which is their way of saying "shaddap."
So if you don't hear from me much, it's not my usual lack of blogging... it's that I'm being forced to not blog. If you see this message, that means Hooray, I hit the save button at the fraction of a second my internet was working! If you don't... well, no real need to get into that, is there?
Could be worse - behind mine is a parking lot and a Benihana.
Lousy internet is terrible, though. Hope you've got an emergency reserve of stuff to watch/play/work through!
Posted by: Avatar at December 27, 2017 10:44 PM (h8yX6)
Subway and McDonald's usually have decent Internet. Local libraries too.
Posted by: Suburbanbanshee at December 28, 2017 10:09 AM (h8yX6)
Ouch. Can you wish your ISP into the cornfield...?
(We're up against the OHSU Forest... I mean, the Primate Research Center. And on another side of our complex is a wetland preserve, however narrow. It means we're quieter than some other parts of suburbia we might've landed in, at least!)
Posted by: GreyDuck at December 28, 2017 06:55 PM (h8yX6)
Banshee, but I have nothing mobile to use there! Well, no, that's not true, I have my laptop... which I don't think I've even taken out of it's carrierbag in two years. I have a dumbphone, which can send texts and everything!
GD, last night I'm pretty sure the ISP was using IPoAC via the crows that usually hang out back there... they seem to be back up now, though.
Av, I have a supply laid in, yeah... surprisingly it seems a little small right now, I could probably clear it up in about a year or so if I didn't watch anything else.
Posted by: Wonderduck at December 28, 2017 09:30 PM (h8yX6)
I hope all my readers, the joyously-named "Pond Scum", had a great Christmas and/or a relaxing day off! I very nearly ruined ours single-handedly, but I managed to pull my chestnuts out of the roasting fire at the last moment.
Y'know, I forgot just how much fun Amagami SS was. And just how weird it could be, come to think of it. But that's another post for different day. For today, it's just Merry Christmas.
I'm not expecting to find a pair of catgirls, nice as that would be, it might actually be kind of problematic with the family here for the holidays!
May you and all the readers have a Merry Christmas!
Posted by: David at December 24, 2017 07:23 PM (h8yX6)
I hope I don't have to have an uncomfortable conversation with the property management about whether catgirls require a pet deposit...
(Merry Christmas to you, friend.)
Posted by: GreyDuck at December 24, 2017 11:36 PM (h8yX6)
They weren't in the boxes, but presumed the cardboard boxes were an invitation. That how cats are.
Posted by: Mauser at December 25, 2017 02:20 PM (h8yX6)
Random Anime Pictures #142: Love Live! Alpaca Watch
-Love Live!, Ep04
So the Alpaca seen in the first episode, which I mistakenly called a llama, is officially part of the school. They, for there are two where we only saw one previously, have their own stable and are cared for by at least one student.
Just why this Japanese high school has two alpacae on campus has yet to be explained. This will bother me until its explained, and probably beyond because the explanation is going to be either stupid or non-informational, I can just tell.
The series is still entertaining as hell, though the budding alpaca rancher up there really got on my nerves... her timidness was painful to witness. She didn't snivel, but that's only because she was too timid to do so. Except around the alpacae... them, she can handle. Watching will continue.
Them's The Brakes
So Saturday morning rolls around, and I get up early to receive the expected phone call from Midas. See, if you schedule an appointment on their website they're supposed to call you back in one business hour. Since we had hit the website Friday night after closing, and the site clearly says "we'll call you back in one business hour", it seems reasonable to assume that they'd call back, at the latest, an hour or so after start of business on Saturday, yes? So, not wanting to miss the call and a chance to get my car's brakes repaired, I was up and out of bed at 715am when they open at 730am on Saturdays. As I write this, it's very late Tuesday Thursday evening and Midas has yet to call me back.
I'm starting to get the impression that they don't particularly want my business. I got tired of waiting around 930am and called a local place that has great reviews and that I've heard good things of in the real world... they answered after two rings. They told me to bring it on in, though they surely didn't recommend driving it there. In that, they had my full agreement: it's one thing to be driving a car missing half or more of its braking ability in light traffic on a Friday morning. It's a totally different story altogether trying to drive a crippled car in heavy traffic at one of the city's busier intersections... so many more things to hit. There would have to be a tow.
As it turns out, I have towing coverage on my insurance and they were happy to set me up with a company here in Duckford. After a few dozen questions ("Are you in a safe place? Are the keys in the car? Are you allergic to shellfish?"), they let me off the phone. Shortly thereafter, I received a text message from the towing company: we'll be there in 90 minutes. At this, I called Ph.Duck, who had been a stabilizing force for good when it comes to my car-related panics, and he would pick me up at Pond Central in 60 minutes, 10 minutes to the parking lot at work, bish bash bosh all is swell. At the 55 minute mark, I put on the weather-appropriate zip-up fleece and head down to the Official Parking Lot of Pond Central.
After a couple of minutes, the tow truck driver calls and says he's "five minutes away". I explain that I'm not there, but I should arrive in about 15-20 minutes. "Can't wait that long, I'll just load it without the keys." Whatever you say, buddy. Ph.Duck then texts to tell me that he's running late and will be picking me up in about 15 minutes. Fair enough... the tow truck will certainly be loaded by that time, so we'll just head to the mechanic's shop and give them the keys. And thus did it occur. I run into the place, note the remarkably clean shop floor, introduce myself, tell them the car should be showing up any moment, they promised to call when they figure out what's borked, and we're good to go. This all took about 15-20 minutes: there were a couple of people ahead of me. No tow truck. Hm. I call the number the insurance company gave me, and the driver says "I'm about 15 minutes away from the car right now."
I admit to having gotten a little het up at this point. It's not like there wasn't any stress going on in my existence at the moment or anything after all. Turns out the person I was speaking to was the OWNER of the towing company, not the driver I had been talking with... he was still on the tow he'd been on when he called the first time. So the owner, who "wasn't even supposed to be working today", decided to do the job. Ph.Duck and I then drove back to my employer's parking lot to meet him. He showed up, eventually, got all positioned and stuff, then pulled the car onto a flatbed... after dragging the muffler approximately one mile in the process. "Do you have a suspension problem?" No, the muffler and exhaust of the late '90s Camry hangs rather lower than you'd expect. Eventually he chained the car onto the flatbed and drove away. A rather impressive puddle was left behind, all of it in line with the right side tires. Yeesh. Ph.Duck and I went off to have some lunch, and then we drove back to the mechanic's shop to get the news.
The plumbing for the late '90s Camry's brake system, seen in the diagram above, is... um... convoluted. It appears that each brake has a dedicated line, with a number of valves, pumps, gears, turboencabulators and widgets on each one. But they also appear to SHARE a major line between the brakes as well. I have no idea what was going through the designer's head when they did that. The line to the right-rear brake had blown out, dumping most of the system's fluid out upon the ground. The brakes still worked... just... but there was very little brake fluid remaining and whatever stopping power still existed would have disappeared awfully soon. He thought he could get it fixed in the two hours before they closed. By all means, please go ahead... I bid Ph.Duck adieu and sat down in the rather pleasant waiting room. Oh dear god no...
I've changed my mind. I'd rather drive away in a car with failed brakes than watch The Phantom Menace again. After about 90 minutes of hell, the mechanic working on my car, Terry, came in and gave me the news: he had replaced the failed line, filled it with brake fluid, gave 'em a test... and another brake line blew out. This was both annoying as hell and totally expected... he had even warned me that could happen. In truth, he was rather pleased that only one more had blown; it appears my oil leak worked in my favor for once, as all the gunk had coated some of the hardware, keeping them from rusting and wearing out. So I had that going for me. Which is nice. The plan going forward was simple: "soak" the remaining brake lines all day Sunday looking for bleeders, then repair what needed to be fixed. We'd play phone tag / text message on Monday.
By mid-morning Monday the news came down: she's all fixed up. The rest of the brake lines held together, hooray! They have the potential to fail at any time, but they held together! A few hours later, I picked up the car and everything was back to normal. I think the moral of this story is quite simple: don't trust Midas for anything. Ever.
Epilogue: ...and then a meteorite impacted. The end.
Music to "Live" By
The car is still in the shop, the costs are mounting, I don't care, let's have some live music!
Public Service Broadcasting - Gagarin (live)
PSB is an incredibly clever band, but in many ways a rather serious one too. I mean, their most recent CD is *Every Valley*, about Welsh coal miners... not exactly the most commonly used fodder for pop music, y'know? But "Gagarin", from *The Race For Space*, is a fun way to spend a few minutes with them. I've discovered recently that NPR loves these guys... they've done a Tiny Desk Concert, and at least one other short concert of indeterminate origin has gotten on their airwaves too.
Caravan Palace - Clash (live)
I used to believe that live versions of songs were inherently inferior to the studio track... after all, the song wouldn't have left the studio unless the band and producers thought it was perfect. Then over time, I came to feel that live versions were, by definition, better than the studio because of the energy inherent in the performance, and if there are mistakes involved, oh well, that's live music for ya... it lends it flavor! But what happens when you get a performance like this one which is as tight, as perfect, as flawless as a studio performance, but still has all that live energy? Does the track collapse into itself, forming an event horizon that no other versions of the song can emerge from?
Rubber Duckie - It Is Not (live)
Maybe a year ago I was looking for a particular "duck song"... you stop rolling your eyes at me... on youtube. It was a call-and-response thing between a little duck and a cat that was, apparently, from a Hungarian children's show back in the '80s. Yeah, don't ask how THAT came into my life, but it's one of the oldest mp3s in my collection. I don't have a real name on it, just "Qua Qua Qua". I'm pretty sure it was Hungarian, though.. I remember finding info on it once. Anyway, as I searched I stumbled upon a TV show about the rock music scene in South Korea featuring a band calling themselves "Rubber Duckie." One of the songs they featured just blew me away, but it had a narrator telling the band's story overtop of it. At the time, I couldn't find a clean copy anywhere. Until a few days ago. This is that song. Enjoy, don't you?
Bonus: Aya Hirano/ENOZ - Lost My Music
I've been listening to some tracks from the Haruhi Suzumiya OSTs and it continually amazes me just how good the songs from the "Live Alive" episode are. After listening to Aya Hirano try to sing them live, however... well. She did a better job in the studio is all I'm gonna say. But it wasn't a lost search, because I stumbled upon this gem. We all know how over-the-top the Japanese are with their pachinko machines... that's the entire history of Rio Rainbow Gate! after all. But I had no idea that there was a Haruhi-themed pachinko machine, or that KyoAni did 707 frames of animation for an advertising campaign for it, or that they were individually scattered across Japan via smartphone, billboard, konbini, and magazine. Whenever someone "found" a frame, they were to upload it to a website and eventually the entire video would be revealed. And lo, it was... a short music video of the cast in their "Extravaganza" costumes. Kinda cool, that!
I'm still happily in the "can't get enough" stage with PSB. It's a good thing.
Caravan Palace: Not merely an artifact of modern studio technology. Wowza.
Oh, nice catch finding that Rubber Duckie live cut!
It's amazing how "over" the whole Haruhi thing I am. I don't hate it, it's more like it doesn't spark any kind of reaction in me at all anymore. That's kinda weird, actually.
Posted by: GreyDuck at December 18, 2017 11:09 AM (rKFiU)
Pretty sure you were the one who first introduced me to Caravan Palace a couple or four years back. Thanks, Wonderduck.
Posted by: Pixy Misa at December 18, 2017 06:44 PM (2yngH)
GD, I find that the Haruhi Suzumiya series has aged remarkably well... oh, it's not the Greatest Anime Ever, like so many people thought, but it's still a highly entertaining and occasionally thought provoking work. Which is saying something, because I don't much think anymore. One thing though, is that the movie is probably the best part of the franchise. Considering the story of Disappearance, that may be considered telling.
Pixy, I think I found CP in a round-about way via something Brickmuppet sent me. He linked me to the Puppini Sisters, and that led me to the whole Technoswing thing, via this video. That led me to THIS song, which reminded me of THIS classic track, and from there I found Caravan Palace. But Muppet got it started.
Posted by: Wonderduck at December 18, 2017 07:03 PM (EVb8m)
I'm still a big fan of the Haruhi series. (Still haven't watched the movie; it will be watched this Christmas!) I tried reading translations of the light novels, and that put me off the story a bit. It's likely the translation, but I found them to be quite boring, especially the later entries. But, I still get quite a bit of joy out of the KyoAni series', both the original and Endless 8/Making the Student Film.
Posted by: Ben at December 18, 2017 07:52 PM (ee6LA)
...That's Not A Good Sound...
This morning I went to work as I normally did, with one difference. I needed to grab some cash to pay for an upcoming lunch at work... all the lasagna I can eat!... so I took a different route. No huhu, I used to take it to the Bookstore about half the time anyway. I decided that I wanted to get off the main road to the gas station however, so I'd turn at Wendy Ave (note: name changed to protect the innocent) and sneak in the back way. Brilliant! Except Wendy Ave is sort of impossible to see until you're right on it, and its very rare for me to do this anyway. So even with me keeping a sharp eye open, it still snuck up on me. Whoops! Need to slow down for the left-hand turn, and not a lot of space to do it, so I stepped on the brakes. Not particularly hard, it's not like I panic-stopped or anything.
Three things then occurred in quick order. First, I either heard or felt (I'm still not sure) a *thump* sound. Second, the brake pedal sank to the floor under the pressure of my foot. And third, I watched Wendy Ave go past me. Sh*t oh dear.
The good news is that waaaay down there at the end of the brake pedal's run, there was some brake authority. Okay, cool. To the gas station! Pulled up to the red light, giving myself extra space to come to a halt, and success was had. Not great, but driveable. Light turns green, I pull away and accelerate to a bit below normal road speed until I came to the gas station. Again giving myself extra room I did the whole brake thing again... and it felt like the back of the car was drifting to the right. What the hell...?
I looked at the car, everything appeared to be okay... no visible problems, no tire flopping around, no unexpected fluids appearing on the asphalt. Right. I did my stuff, then drove the rest of the way to work. Again with that sickening drifting feeling. I could still stop the car, but... wow. After parking, I called Ph.Duck... university professor, go-to car problem guy, bon vivant, man about town... and he came out to take a test drive after I was done with work. After driving it a bit, then taking a look underneath, he leveled his diagnosis: failed brake line. Both right-side tires were apparently drenched in brake fluid, but the left-side was fine. That'd explain the drifting feel: no brakes on the right side! Whee!!!
So for the sake of safety, I left the car in the parking lot at work. We'll see about getting it into a shop in the morning. Merry Christmas everybody!!!
You could easily have felt it. There's a lot of pressure in a brake line.
Posted by: Ed Hering at December 15, 2017 11:07 PM (kublq)
I have a recurring nightmare about stepping on my brakes and nothing happening. I would probably have a panic attack if that actually happened to me in real life. Glad you are more sensible and no one was hurt!
Posted by: Mrs. Will at December 16, 2017 05:49 AM (JPRju)
That's some bad luck. Fortunately, modern cars have valves that split brake lines into halves, so that you do not lose _all_ braking if a line ruptures. That said, it's the main reason why I try to stay away from cars with push pedal parking brake. Unfortunatley, these days manufacturers even have electric parking brakes!
Posted by: Author at December 16, 2017 10:46 AM (LZ7Bg)
There are far worse endings for a braking failure story, so I'm glad you're unhurt and no "external-structure-assisted braking" occurred.
Still, helluva time for this to happen, innit. Oof.
Posted by: GreyDuck at December 16, 2017 01:24 PM (rKFiU)
5"external-structure-assisted braking" Lithobraking? Controlled Drive Into Terrain?
Posted by: Wonderduck at December 16, 2017 04:04 PM (EVb8m)
"Lithobraking" was my first thought, but this wasn't quite a Kerbal Space Program situation so I struggled for an alternative phrasing. I've spent most of the last two days thinking in music rather than words, that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it...
Posted by: GreyDuck at December 16, 2017 07:59 PM (rKFiU)
Watch out for rip-offs though. When I burst a brake line, the AAA towed me to a "reputable" garage who insisted I needed both front brake calipers replaced ("because they must be done in pairs" they lied.) and when I got it home various hoses under the hood were also disconnected.
Posted by: Mauser at December 16, 2017 09:34 PM (Ix1l6)
RIP Pat DiNizio
Most, if not all of you, my lovely readers, are looking at the title of this post and wondering just who the heck Pat DiNizio was. This was Pat DiNizio:
Lead singer and main songwriter for my favorite straight-out rock and roll band, The Smithereens. They never did much on the charts, topping out at #37 on the Billboard Top 100 with "Too Much Passion," off 1992's A Date With The Smithereens. But it was their earlier albums, Especially For You, Green Thoughts, and particularly 1989's 11 that made them their fans.
My favorite Smithereens moment was when the band was accused by Rolling Stone magazine as "sounding too much like the Beatles." Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but from where I come from, sounding like the Beatles is a compliment, not a pejorative. However, I disagree that they sound all that much like the Fab 4, if only because they're better instrumentalists.
Their tunes routinely showed up on movie soundtracks, and "Blood And Roses" was used in an episode of Miami Vice, would you believe? Sadly, I never got to see them perform live, thought the opportunity appeared twice. The first time was up in Minnesota; they were playing in Minneapolis at First Avenue, but I had a cast on my foot from an unfortunate incident involving gravity and a loading dock. The second time was when they played at Duckford's annual music festival, On The Waterfront. Sadly, the radio station I worked for was broadcasting live from the event and they wanted their best board operator at the controls. Since she wasn't available, they asked me to do it. Of course I said yes. In a way though, it was okay... the Mobile Boombox (yes, really) was positioned near the rock stage, and I could hear 'em through the microphone feed back to the station.
When the band was... um... "on record label hiatus", he had a small solo career, but they never stopped touring together. Of late, he had been suffering from ill health, and passed away earlier today. He was 62. And I'm bummed out.
I Had No Idea This Was A Thing...
...but I'm really glad it is! Back in the old days, one of the things that high-level railfans did was wrangle a cab ride from some friendly engineer, set up a video camera, and record the trip in such a way that the viewer could believe they were really really there. Often, these vids would end up being licensed by one company or another and sold out of the back of Trains or Model Railroader magazines. More recently, cable channels like RFD-TV will actually broadcast such things between bull roping, the farmer's weather report, and (my favorite) the Annual Classic Tractor Show and Parade. Such videos are much easier to make these days, and of course the visual quality is better to a stupid extent. It was while watching one of these detailing the London DLR run from Lewisham to Bank that a yootoob suggestion caught my eye... "Night Videowalk in East Shinjuku, Tokyo." Intrigued, I took a look.
...and it's exactly what it says on the tin: someone walking around in East Shinjuku with a 4K digital camera on a stabilizer-crane mount. That's all. And, much like the Jackson Hole livecam, it's wonderful to watch, in a voyeuristic way. Sometimes it's in a densely packed urban area, sometimes he's walking on Mt Fuji, or the Imperial Garden in Tokyo, or Comiket. And he doesn't ever say a word, so it's all natural sound. There are others doing similar things, but their videos aren't as long... Rambalac, the person I've been watching, makes his a hour long, more or less. And to bring it full circle, one of them is of the JR Railway Museum in Saitama. Sadly, that one isn't in 4K... but this one is:
Turns out there are plenty of other people out there doing similar things in other cities. New York's Times Square, or Kolkata, or even Chicago, for example. But yeah, I'm a geek... Japan for me! Amusingly, I already knew what some of the places looked like... thanks to Go! Go! Nippon, which blew my little mind. I mean, I'm never going to get to go to Japan, so... well, it's a poor second, of course, but it's better than nothing. And there's some startlingly beautiful scenes to boot. Pour yourself a drink, settle in, and give one a watch... you might be surprised at how much you enjoy yourself.
Random Anime Pictures #141: Now THAT Was A Surprise!
-Love Live, Ep01
I actually really enjoyed the first episode of Love Live! I can only assume all the "idol sh*t" starts in the next few episodes, but there was practically none in Ep01. Instead we focused on the characters, and as a result I was laughing for most of it. I did very little of that when I watched iDOLM@STER or the not-entirely-sequel, Cinderella Girls. Half-grins, yes. Smirks, sure. Head-shaking "oh, you" moments, okay. But laughing? Nope.
I'm not expecting much in the way of depth here, but hey, one of the main girls is Kaga Jr, gotta love that. And yes, I know that if I'm going into an idol show hoping there won't be much "idol sh*t" I'm gonna have a bad time, but at least the first episode was fun.
And maybe they'll explain why there's a random llama on the school grounds.
The Forgotten Pearl Harbor Memorial
The whole world is familiar with what happened to the USS Arizonaat Pearl Harbor that fateful day in December of 1941. In remembrance of that tragic loss, a touching memorial was built over the sunken remains, and is a tourist attraction unlike any other perhaps in the world.
In 1941, the USS Utah was no longer a glamorous ship. Once a Dreadnought era Florida-class battleship, in 1931 she was converted to a radio-controlled target vessel (AG-16), both her main and secondary batteries removed, and her torpedo bulges shaved off the hull. In 1935 she was given a the new assignment of anti-aircraft training. To which end, she was given an ever-changing collection of AA guns, from .50cal machineguns all the way up to the famous 5"/38 dual-purpose gun. It was in this duty that she was at Pearl Harbor on Dec 7th, 1941.
Moored in a position normally used for the US Navy's aircraft carriers, torpedo planes from the Japanese carrier Soryu closed in on her. While the squadron leader waved the run off, correctly identifying the Utah as not worth attacking, six planes did not get the message and dropped on her. Of these six torpedoes, two hit the seriously unprotected vessel which immediately began to list . Some 12 minutes after the attack on her began, she rolled over onto her port side and settled to the bottom of the harbor. Some years later, an attempt to salvage her was made, but was unsuccessful. It was decided to leave the hulk where it lay.
A small memorial plaque was placed in 1950, and a larger memorial erected in 1972, seen to the right in this picture. Only those with a military ID can visit, and like the Arizona Memorial, it is considered a war grave as the ship still holds the remains of 58 crewmen killed on Dec 7th, 1941. She's not as well-remembered as the Arizona; she was neither as glamorous or her loss as dramatic. She is still one of a perishingly few remaining touchpoints for the events of the day that began the Pacific War. In many ways, she deserves better.
I'm guessing that either more or fewer torps dropped on the Utah would've made basically no change in what came after, but still. She took enemy hits meant for other vessels, that's gotta count for something.
Posted by: GreyDuck at December 08, 2017 09:40 AM (dPlYR)
A single torpedo hit may have been survivable. Emphasis on "may". She did not have what you'd think of as a full compliment of men onboard for a ship that size, only around 500. For a ship basically unprotected against torpedo damage, they might have been able to save her if she'd only taken one. The ship had just come off an advanced gunnery training cruise, so she was about as ready for action as she could be, I suppose... not like she was having major internal repairs or something.
Anything more than the two she received... well, she capsized in 12 minutes. It's hard to imagine her going over any FASTER, even with more hits.
Posted by: Wonderduck at December 08, 2017 07:29 PM (EVb8m)
The flipside of my pondering is, if she'd taken the full complement of torps (if the squadron leader hadn't been perceptive enough), would that have helped anything else in the harbor? (I'm guessing not. There were bombs and torpedoes aplenty for everyone, one presumes.)
Posted by: GreyDuck at December 08, 2017 11:20 PM (rKFiU)
I'm really enjoying Is The Order A Rabbit?, but... what the hell, Japan? It's rubber ducks, not rubber rabbits. Jimmy Carter notwithstanding, rabbits don't swim. This actually bothers me much more than anything Hellsing Ultimate did, and that show is batsh*t insane.
So is Rize, but in a good way. She's keeping this show from going completely into Saccharin City, and I thank her for it. It's been a while since I've laughed out loud at an anime, but she's managed to make me do it a couple of times in the space of three episodes.
Just... go watch it. It won't be everybody's cup of... um... coffee... but it's good!
The Marines, gathered at the stern of the troop transport, directed their attention to the weatherbeaten sergeant. Some distance away, the big guns of the Colorado threw 16" shells at a small piece of land in a very large ocean.
"All right. Someone up the chain screwed the pooch. There ain't no tide today, so the landing craft can't get over the reef."
Someone piped up with a lighthearted tone in his voice: "So we're going home, right?"
The sergeant rolled his eyes. "Yeah, Jenkins, we're going home. The war is over. We won. And it was all because of you." The gathered group of men laughed, but there was an audible tightness to it. "Nah, we ain't that lucky. We're going in on the alligators." A muted reaction from the men told what they thought of this... the LVTs might well be able to climb over the reef and carry them right to the beach, but on the other hand they had no armor and were slow in the water. "Any questions?"
Silence. "Awright, lets go."
The men burst out with the traditional "OORAH!" as they moved to the ship's rail... all but one of them. That one Marine joined in with a loud, clear "QUACK!"
The target was Tarawa. And Siwash was going to war.