I am at my wit’s end with this computer. It kept on resetting itself for no reason. Even after a clean install, it just kept happening. I did what I thought would fix it, but now I just get the good ol’ Blue Screen of Death. In fact, it’s probably going to happen again any time now, so I had better save this right now.

There. Saved.

I have no idea what is wrong. I’ve removed everything that this junkbox could possibly find offensive. But it just keeps happening. I’m this close to just gutting this system and using one computer instead of two, but I’d rather keep the other one separate for Photoshop and other more intensive applications, and this misbehaving one here for everything else. Sigh.

There. Saved again. Don’t you quit on me now!

Ok, so now to catch up on things.

On Sunday I went to see a screening of the original 1954 black and white Godzilla. I had actually tried to get tickets to see it on Friday, but it sold out and another screening was set up. This is the newly restored and subtitled print that has been making the rounds on the small theater circuit. Believe it or not, I actually saw the film at an art gallery, right beside where I used to go to school. That’s right, because Godzilla is an art film.

Laugh all you want, but that’s not actually too far from the truth. The original Godzilla is a very dark and artful movie, with a lot of allegory and social commentary when put into the context of the time. It seemed like a few people were there simply to laugh at the cheesiness, and sure, the first time you actually see Godzilla it is a bit silly, but as the movie went on I think people got into it and saw how serious it really is. After it was over I found that the people I watched it with had some interesting commentary. They saw Godzilla as the “good guy“. That’s a unique observation, and while I’m not going to say that it’s wrong, most people who studied the film would say that Godzilla is a villain, and his image was gradually softened as the movies of the Showa era went on. But the case could be made that Godzilla is simply the force of nature and mankind is the villain for waking him up. It’s a much different film than the dubbed and edited version staring Raymond Burr. There was more substance there since it related so closely to the Atomic Bombs that were dropped on Japan during World War II. The subject matter regarding weapons is still timely, and while the effects are dated as you’d expect from a movie this old, the destruction of Tokyo is an incredible and intense scene. It’s no wonder that people in Japan were lining up in front of theaters for hours to see this movie 50 years ago. I’m very glad that I went to see it and that I was joined by others who enjoyed it as well.

Now hopefully this computer will start being good so I won’t have to go all Godzilla on it.

Which reminds me. There. Saved again.

Sayonara.

It was 50 years ago today when he first came into our lives.

I wasn’t born yet. In fact, I’ve never lived in his country of origin. But that doesn’t matter. The impact that he would make has spread far and wide. His popularity can never be disputed, but what we are really talking about here goes beyond simply being popular. He is an icon, forever etched into the hearts and minds of people all over the world. A single mention of his name evokes powerful imagery, even for those generations removed. He is just that important to us.

But consider this. Since the dawn of human civilization, people have been telling stories driven by mysterious supernatural forces, legendary mythological beasts, and powerful creatures beyond nature. Stories of monsters. The Dragon, the Cyclops, the Wolfman, The Zombie, Dracula, Frankenstein, Pikachu. All monsters which have stood the test of time. But if I were to ask, out of all the monsters that have been created through story, some of which have existed since the beginnings of history, who is the greatest monster of all? Not the biggest, strongest, coolest, or most powerful, but simply the greatest?

The answer is obvious, and he only showed up 50 years ago. On November 3rd, 1954, in the country of Japan, the King of the Monsters was born, as Godzilla made his first appearance on movie screens. The world was forever changed.

I doubt that anyone at the time realized what Godzilla would come to mean. Yet, Godzilla has transcended far beyond being a film staring someone in a rubber monster costume stepping on model buildings. He is a representation of the threat of nuclear weapons. He is the curse that mankind must suffer through for arrogantly abusing the gift of science. He is a disaster, like an earthquake or tornado, that can not be controlled or destroyed, only braced for and weathered through until the time comes to dust ourselves off and rebuild again. He is the ultimate articulation of our rage against a huge world that tries to stand in our way and bring us down. But Godzilla is both a destroyer and a protector, who has often defeated other monsters that have tried to invade his turf. Godzilla can’t help but be as big as he is, but even though the military constantly attacks him, simply for being himself, he’s not going to change and he’s not going to sink back into the sea in a depressed state. Oh no, Godzilla keeps on doing what he does, no matter what. That is worth admiring.

Of course, all of that said, there is a certain charm to seeing a movie with someone in a rubber monster costume stepping on model buildings. Like eating a home cooked meal, there’s a handcrafted, from-the-heart feeling in each Godzilla movie that Hollywood has lost in so many of their vain attempts at being cutting-edge. Godzilla movies aren’t about making something look real. They’re about making something look incredible, amazing, unreal.

In a world where people often cast their eyes eastward to see what the last in trends and technology will be, I can look back 50 years ago to see where that all started. If you love anime or video games, then you owe a debt of gratitude to Godzilla for opening the floodgates to imported popular culture from Japan. Not since the woodblock print had a Japanese export captured the imaginations of so many people internationally. This from a country that, at one point in its history, was once completely segregated.

Now, the fans of Godzilla prepare for a special treat, though it comes with a bitter consequence. Later this month, Ryuhei Kitamura, director of the incredible action-horror film “Versus“, will bring us “Godzilla: Final Wars“, which promises to be the greatest monster movie of all time. However it has been said that this will be Godzilla’s final appearance on the big screen. Whether or not that holds true (and I personally believe that it won’t), it ultimately doesn’t matter. The legacy of Godzilla is cemented forever. He has left a footprint upon the cultural landscape of the world so big that it can never be washed away. Even in another 50 years, I have no doubt in my mind that although there are many great monsters who have yet to be spawned through the art of story, they will all stand in the dark shadow cast by Godzilla, the true, undisputed, King of the Monsters.

Hail to the King.

Sayonara.

This week I purchased one of the craziest, funniest, most addictive video games I’ve ever played. It’s called Katamari Damacy, available on Playstation 2 from Namco, and it’s all about things. The wacky story involves the King of the Cosmos accidentally destroying all the stars in the universe. His son is sent to Earth and must use these big spherical objects called Katamari to collect, well, things! These Katamari are then sent into the sky to become stars.

The goal of the game is to roll up as many things as possible onto your Katamari so that it reaches a certain size within the time allotted. At first, only small things can stick to your Katamari, but as your Katamari gets larger, you can get bigger things to stick to it. Early levels have you starting with things like thumbtacks and buttons, but eventually you can move all the way up to getting dogs and cats. As you progress through the game, you start larger and can work your way up to rolling over people, even Sumo wrestlers! You play the game using both of the analog sticks, and you don’t need to use the 4 face buttons during gameplay at all.

What really makes the game shine is just how weird it is! There’s a lot of Japanese-style absurd humor. The characters look very silly, the text is hilarious, and some of the objects you’ll find to roll over are very strange. As you play, a story unfolds involving a family of block-looking people with cheesy dialoge. This is one of those obscure Japanese games that wouldn’t normally be released internationally, but when people in North America caught wind of it, they demanded its release. And with good reason, it’s just too crazy to resist. Best of all is that it’s an inexpensive purchase.

Honestly, I haven’t had this much fun with a game in a long time. I’m the kind of person who gets frustrated when I can’t passed a level of a game, but in this case when I don’t win I’m eager to try again, because it’s just that much fun. It’s the strangest, most charming game since Pikmin on the GameCube. Check it out for yourself and see how much fun rolling over things can be!

Sayonara.

Well, my main computer is screwed up again. I’m posting on the machine I usually just use for Photoshop and the like. Windows won’t even start anymore on the other one. I suppose I could try to repair the damage, but there have been some issues with it for awhile now and I’ll probably just wind up ripping out the hard drive, backing up all my files, and then reformatting the thing and installing fresh. That’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a few weeks, but now I actually have a reason to. But that means that my planned update for this month may not happen like I wanted it to. Oh well.

So I’m back at work at Comic Book Masters. I’m only teaching one class this time, Anime Round 1. I was disappointed that Anime Round 4 did not go ahead as planned, but the numbers are fairly low for everyone’s classes this time around. My class is fairly small, but it seems like it’ll be an interesting session this time around. Two students are 16 years old, which is great because the older students seem to get more out of the class and take things more seriously. Another student, an 11 year old boy, said that his favorite show is Robotech, which thrilled me to no end as an old school anime fan. So I enjoyed teaching the first lesson and it was great to talk with people who actually appreciate what I do after several months of dealing with idiots and jackasses over the Internet.

Speaking of which, this comes from Mark:

Yo mama. This site sucks a fatty. Eat a fart. A fat fart. You dummy face head. And poopy on you.

Charming. You know, I could sit here all day and talk about how many different reasons why this “Mark” is an idiot and his opinion is null and void, but in all honesty there’s no reason to do that. It would be redundant. Mark has done a fine job of proving that he’s an idiot all by himself, so I have no reason to even bother acknowledging him any further.

And from Sean:

Yes, I agree with Mark. He’s a very wise man. You should take his advise. And that is simply telling you…to… Eat poop and stop drawing. Because you suck. Thank you fo your time, and have a wonderful day!!!.

No, I do not agree with Mark. He is not a very wise man, he is a trolling punk and you are obviously his friend who he has put up to agreeing with him. I will not take his advice. I will not eat poop. I will not stop drawing. I do not suck. I refuse your gratitude for my time, and I will not have a wonderful day if I don’t want to. Go to Hell. That is all.

Sayonara.

I got this great little e-mail today.

You are like me!!! My nick is NinjaTron too and i like the same things!! xDDD

This is a mail in spanish.

Hola al leer tu perfil me he dado cuanta de que aparte del nick grab parte de tus gustos y aficiones son semejantes a las mias, por ejemplo mi acotr favorito tambien es jackie chan y me encantan las tortugas ninja, tambien me encantan las pelis de kung fu ( lo practico ) y bueno como ya he dicho me parezco mucho a ti xDD me ha hecho gracia, un saludo.

How about that? There’s a Spanish version of me out there! Now, I don’t really speak Spanish, so I’ll have to resort to using the great Bablefish for translation to see what he actually has to say.

Hello when reading your profile I have occurred to whatever of which aside from nick grab part of your tastes and likings are similar to mias, for example favorite my acotr also is jackie chan and they enchant the turtles to me ninja, also they enchant pelis to me of kung fu (I practice it) and good since already I have said I seem to you xDD much has made me grace, a greeting.

Umm, ok. Well obviously Bablefish isn’t much better at Spanish then I am, but I get the jist of it. I quite enjoy that “they enchant the turtles to me ninja” part.

So here is my reply.

Hello. Thanks for visiting my website. I hope that you enjoyed it. I’m happy to hear from the Spanish version of myself. If you are also named Ninjatron, then it makes a lot of sense that we should like the same things. I’m sure that means that you are a very cool person then. My Spanish is not very good. but please visit my site again sometime anyway.

Well, of course I can’t just leave it like that, so I’ll translate it into Spanish!

Hola. Gracias por visitar mi Web site. Espero que usted gozara de él. I’m feliz oír de la versión española de me. Si también le nombran Ninjatron, después hace los muchos de sentido que debemos tener gusto de las mismas cosas. I’m seguro que medios que usted entonces es una persona muy fresca. Mi español no es muy bueno sino visita por favor mi sitio otra vez alguna vez de todos modos.

Hmmm, but I wonder what will happen if I translate the translation back into English? Let’s find out!

Hello. Thanks to visit my Web site. I hope that you enjoyed him. Happy I’m to hear of the Spanish version me. If also they name Ninjatron him, later it does many of sense that we must have taste of the same things. Safe I’m that average that you then are a very fresh person. My Spanish is not very good but he visits my site please again sometimes anyway.

That’s right, the Spanish Ninjatron is a very fresh person. Olé!

Now I wonder if there is a German Ninjatron too.

Sayonara.