Title: oath sign Orchestra ver.
Artist: TAM×けいえむ
Album: Fate Violin Zero
Plays: 10

'oath sign Orchestra ver.' - TAM×けいえむ (2012)

…I can just sleep forever.

TV speaks for itself.

フェイト/ゼロ (Fate/Zero)

'Kotomine Kirei'. Boy, the amount of times Jon and I went around Cornwall muttering that underneath our breath, sounding like complete psychos. On the whole, the Fate premise sat well with us, despite any silly little holes in its theories, concepts, historical inaccuracies and the utter gay twatty characterisation of Gilgamesh (‘unngh, look at me in my skin-tight snake pants!’). We thoroughly enjoyed seeing Cornwall represented by the interpretation of King Arturia and Alexander the Great become buddy-buddies with a skinny-wobbly-thing called Waver Velvet (TEAM RIDER 4EVER). Of course, everyone in London goes to the Palace of Westminster for university where your professor is named Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald. Let’s just say I liked the show enough to dedicate my Dungeons and Dragons character to Irisviel von Einzbern. Gosh, I’m such a geektard; it’s ridiculous.

P.S. Should I have watched Fate/Stay night first? Now? When? If ever?



The wild wild west show. The pilot was way over our heads without subtitles. Three seasons in and we are still watching with subtitles. What I found sublime about Deadwood, especially in Season 1, was how neatly most of the plot lines were summed up by the finale and how a protagonist character arc came full circle. Really well written. Not sure about some of the acting though in regards to intention or just plain silliness on the actor’s behalf.

The Great British Bakeoff

Do I have to explain myself here? It’s baking, it’s wholesome and it has Sims-like music. How quaintly British.

アルドノア・ゼロ (Aldnoah.Zero)

What would Japan do without its plentitudes of boy geniuses during times of crisis and despair? I don’t know; I’m only 3 episodes in.

Hooray for book reading!  I love books and can’t read fast enough. But my repertoire needs to expand beyond Atwood, Baldwin, Chabon and Vonnegut.

The Call of the Wild (Jack London)

A reread that continues to make me sad because animal cruelty does that to me (see Black Beauty)It also makes me really cold; that’s the far North for you.

The Remains of the Day (Kazuo Ishiguro)

For the longest time, I stayed away from Ishiguro’s works because Keira Knightly starred in a film adaptation of one of his novels. Ironically the first one I decide to pick up takes place in the southwest of England and the breakdown of traditional English ways and the new through the eyes of an oldschool butler.

Invisible Cities (Italo Calvino)

Terrific read, if not too fast as I read all of them on the train to London. I love the ambiguity and vagueness of each city described as if the generality can be applied to any city as the reader wishes it to be so. For me, the time lapse in the middle was a bit jarring though as I found myself reading of ‘modern cities’. 

Soul Music (Terry Pratchett)

Another first for me. I don’t know why I haven’t ventured into Pratchett’s literary world until now and I think I should have started on the one below (see Mort) prior to reading Soul Music. It took me about 50 pages to get into the plot and his style of writing but ultimately the ride turned enjoyable and amusing in that infamous Pratchett-absurd-and-farcical way. As if he really can’t be bothered. And sometimes, that’s okay with me.

Nocturnes: Five Stories of Music and Nightfall (Kazuo Ishiguro)

At this point, I started reading the giant epic that is (see Romance of the Three Kingdoms) and needed to consume something small and light on the side. Short stories fit the bill quite nicely and nothing piques my literary interests more than stories about music and nighttime. Each one is unique in its scope, touching and nostalgic and enjoyable.

The Penelopiad (Margaret Atwood)

On the similar vein with Nocturnes, I chose the Penelopiad, a post-mortem narrative of Odysseus’ wife, Penelope, which was an okay read but nothing more than that. I think I need a(nother) break from Atwood.

Mother Night (Kurt Vonnegut)

I’ve been going through Vonnegut’s works alphabetically (Slaughterhouse-Five being exempt as I already indulged in it). Compared to Galapagos, which I read during the spring, I definitely prefer the absurdity in the first in contrast to another WWII narrative, despite it being a satirical one of a ex-Nazi-American radio propagandist.  I think that says it all.


Romance of the Three Kingdoms (Luo Guanzhong, Trans. C.H. Brewitt-Taylor)

I am so determined to complete this epic; don’t stop me now. It’s actually going quite smoothly. Just hundreds more names to recall and historical footnotes to plow through.

Mort (Terry Pratchett)

This was the one I should have read prior to Soul Music; oh well. Enjoying myself so far.

My intake of films has gone down considerably as each year passes while my to-watch list continues to grow. Oh well.

Behind the Candelabra [S. Soderbergh, 2013]

Despite it being full of glitz and sparkle and fantastic costumes, visual flamboyancy could not compete with the ever awkward and incredibly gay-pants dialogue being spewed from characters. That being said, Ian Somerhalder should always play a frozen plastic surgeon from now on until the end of time.

Divergent [N. Burger, 2014]

Crappy air flight movie consumption part 1!  Are young adults seriously into Harry Potter meets Hunger Games AUs? Bland.

Thor: The Dark World [A. Taylor, 2013]

Part of my crappy air flight movie consumption part 1 but at least enjoyable instead of painfully stupid. Or I thought it was enjoyable in the cheesy-silly!Marvel sense as I was already up in the air for 5 hours and losing my head.

Tiger & Bunny: The Beginning [Yonetani, Y. 2012]

Jon and I miss Tiger & Bunny.  But we didn’t want to see some fanservice film of the first few episodes of the series cut together with the last 30 minutes being slightly different.  We might have as well rewatched all 25 epsiodes.

Tiger & Bunny: The Rising [Yonetani, Y. 2014]

Much better! Thoroughly enjoyable in classic Tiger & Bunny-ishness.

冰封俠: 重生之门 (The Iceman Cometh) [Lau, W.C., 2014]

Crappy air flight movie consumption part 2!  In 2014, mainstream Chinese cinema is trying to ensnare old kung-fu/martial arts crowds with Donnie Yen. As a big name general from the Ming dynasty who time-travels to the modern day Hong Kong in ice capsules with two other historical figures who are foes-but-once-were-blood-brothers.  The plot involves some phallic symbol of Shiva and a random moment of Chinese propaganda which is as absurd as the plot itself. Donnie Yen could not save this hot mess. The worst is that it’s the first of more to come. SOS!

愛.尋.迷 (Enthralled) [Tsao, C., 2014]

Ugh, just remembering this movie makes me nauseous. It’s so bad I am not even tagging it.

暗戀桃花源 (The Peach Blossom Land) [Lai, S., 1992]

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to watch this live on stage?  It is best to view it in its film mode as a theatrical masterpiece anyhow as that is where it excels in its art. Tragedy and comedy share the same stage, alternating between until the two styles mesh together and the audience is wondering, is life a stage or is the stage life? There is a lot to be read into the metaphor of what is happening on the stage of both the Taiwanese and Chinese experience. Good stuff.

친절한 금자씨 (Sympathy for Lady Vengeance) [Park, C.H., 2005]

I can’t believe I never watched this one. But at the same time, I’m not sure how I feel about this one versus Old Boy, which was viewed many years ago now… As revenge stories go, there is the continual tendency of emptiness at the end, as revenge does not and will not bring back what was once lost.

02.09.14 Last days of summer at the Penrose Estate and walking around Loe Pool and towards the Loe Bar (Porthleven in the last photo).

"What can be more American than the person who sees something they’ve never done before, dreams they can do it, goes after that dream."

Writer Jack Hitt tells the story of a small town production of Peter Pan, in which the flying apparatus smacks the actors into the furniture, and Captain Hook’s hook flies off his arm and hits an old woman in the stomach. By the end of the evening, firemen have arrived and all the normal boundaries between audience and actors have completely dissolved. (Act 1, Opening Night, 23 minutes)

Thanks maidofmatter for this excellent piece of radio journalism from 1997. The commentary is priceless (“the kids just suddenly lurch into the air and it’s suddenly clear that the people hired to operate these flying apparatuses, aren’t too sure how they actually work”).  And the rising crescendo of Ravel’s Bolero is just the right piece of music to parallel the gradual ascent into not just a hot mess, but a fiasco.

I just need to get myself to a small-town high school production.

Title: Memoria
Artist: Aoi Eir
Album: Single
Plays: 3741


'MEMORIA' - 藍井エイル (Fate/Zero ED, 2011)

28.08.14-29.08.14: London with the Emily and coming back to Cornwall with a receipt of my first job payment from school!

Let’s not forget school starts this coming week.