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FMA:Brotherhood 1,2, & 3
Apr. 25th, 2009 03:13 pmI've had a long standing obsession with Fullmetal Alchemist. I watched the anime from the very beginning, almost simultaneously as it was being shown in Japan. I was in college at the time, and there were four of us living together when it first started. Jay, I think, got me into it - actually, I was hard-core obsessed with Harry Potter at the time, and when she showed me the anime, fan-subbed of course, that first sub we watched was using "sorcerer's stone" instead of "philosopher's stone" and so I was immediately like, wat? Harry Potter? (Of course now I know that in Europe the first book is called "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone"...)
We'd download it every week, twice, in fact, because Jay would watch it in Japanese. I was always torn between watching it with her and understanding next to nothing, or just waiting another day or two for the fansub. It only took about eight episodes for me to be completely hooked, and my obsession after that lasted years. After the series ended I decided to check out the manga, and realized just how different the anime was from the book to begin with. Although the anime sucked me in, there were, absolutely, a lot of flaws that the manga definitely doesn't have. So when I heard that they were rebooting the anime and following the manga - well, I reallyreallyreally wanted to be into this, but it took a little while for me to actually watch it.
Well, I've seen the first three episodes. I only watched each one once (here if anyone's interested, right on the Funimation site) so this won't be a detailed analysis, by any means, but here goes:
( Oh so totally spoiling you! )
Except that, of course, I miss Daniel, and I do miss Jay, too. I don't miss her as much, but, really, she was my friend too. I guess I didn't feel as strongly about her as I felt about Daniel, but she was still my friend. I did live with her for several years. Her birthday's coming up - last year I sent her something nice but I never heard anything back from her. Sigh. Just one more person I'm out of touch with, I guess. In a detached sort of way, I can think back to those times and be like, yeah, I don't blame her. I wouldn't want anything to do with me either. But then I don't really think about myself like that anymore - it's just like reading my old, old entries - I HATED myself. I HATED myself, and my journal entries were very, very irritatingly self-loathing, it's like I wanted to reach back a few years and give myself a smack up the head or something.
We'd download it every week, twice, in fact, because Jay would watch it in Japanese. I was always torn between watching it with her and understanding next to nothing, or just waiting another day or two for the fansub. It only took about eight episodes for me to be completely hooked, and my obsession after that lasted years. After the series ended I decided to check out the manga, and realized just how different the anime was from the book to begin with. Although the anime sucked me in, there were, absolutely, a lot of flaws that the manga definitely doesn't have. So when I heard that they were rebooting the anime and following the manga - well, I reallyreallyreally wanted to be into this, but it took a little while for me to actually watch it.
Well, I've seen the first three episodes. I only watched each one once (here if anyone's interested, right on the Funimation site) so this won't be a detailed analysis, by any means, but here goes:
( Oh so totally spoiling you! )
Except that, of course, I miss Daniel, and I do miss Jay, too. I don't miss her as much, but, really, she was my friend too. I guess I didn't feel as strongly about her as I felt about Daniel, but she was still my friend. I did live with her for several years. Her birthday's coming up - last year I sent her something nice but I never heard anything back from her. Sigh. Just one more person I'm out of touch with, I guess. In a detached sort of way, I can think back to those times and be like, yeah, I don't blame her. I wouldn't want anything to do with me either. But then I don't really think about myself like that anymore - it's just like reading my old, old entries - I HATED myself. I HATED myself, and my journal entries were very, very irritatingly self-loathing, it's like I wanted to reach back a few years and give myself a smack up the head or something.
