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Article by Sean Wilkinson a.k.a. the Anime Toastmaster When people say hello to you, please remember to acknowledge them. Especially if they're providing you a service; servers and service providers are not your servants, despite starting with the same four letters. For example, "fuck" also begins many words and phrases, some of which have vastly different meanings. You can even create whole sentences with them, such as "Fuck off, you fucking fuckwit," but since saying that at work would get me fired, it's best if you just take a second to say hello to me instead of demanding whatever it is your addicted mind believes you cannot function without. Unless that's just how you greet people in your language; I don't mean to judge, if that's the case. But if you do say hello by saying "hello," I'll feel like I have value, and you get to have whatever family-friendly whatchamacallit fills your empty hole at the moment. It's a win-win, ...

Article by Sean Wilkinson, a.k.a. The Ticketmaster. I'm at a point, Ticketholders. Some might call it a Singular Point . The  Just the Ticket Countdown to One Thousand Posts  is now in the single digits. This is my last live-action  Goj -Year- ra  project review, and I had so much planned for the last three months of 2026 that it's bearing down on me, and it doesn't feel like I'm going to be able to do it all. So here's the thought: I'm going to finish September with  To Your Eternity  as planned, and devote October to finishing my milestone project (which, hint: it's about vampires, and it's isekai fiction) for release on Monday the 26th. All other plans will be postponed until I finish editing the story to my satisfaction, and the release will be preceded by sporadic Heroes Are Made posts featuring characters from the story. I have more conceived than what I am releasing, so the story will continue beyond what you read later next month, and more ...

Article by Sean Wilkinson, a.k.a. The Eternal Omnibuster. Maybe not quite eternal, because I'm just some aging mortal publishing my thoughts into the æther while computers occupy our physical, mental, and emotional lives, everything is an overpriced service you can't own because disposable income doesn't exist anymore, and Japanese robots get the opportunity to win an American reality competition for humans judged by a Canadian , a Scott , a Colombian , a German , and a Brit. Psycho TV , indeed. My point isn't about the "non-American" opinions influencing the results of a particular genre of television (diverse opinions are among the most American ideals possible, and the influence is more in the hands of the roomful of screaming idiots behind them and the inconsistent act-to-act production value that gets hashed out backstage because bias is everywhere) because I'm not a hateful, racist asshole like those "fascism is misunderstood, ackshully" ...

Article by Sean Wilkinson, a.k.a. The Ticketmaster. Today, Ticketholders,  Goj -Year- ra  coverage of the Millennium Era ends not with a bang, but with a cheap, nauseating whimper of insincere flattery and poorly butchered pandering, topped with sixty-nine slices of expired cheese offscreen, and served under orange lighting in a mercury-plated toilet upholstered with glossy leather. While the toilet is flushing. And exploding. In 2004, for the fiftieth anniversary of Gojira ,  Toho and director Ryuhei Kitamura (who would go on to direct The Midnight Meat Train , but also directed a film called Sky High —not the one about the superhero school with Kurt Russell , but if it was, the visuals in this movie would surprise me even less than they already don't) brought us Godzilla: Final Wars . It's essentially a remake of Destroy All Monsters and Invasion Of Astro-Monster with an extra, derivative word salad of absurdity to the human plot thrown on top, based on a script by...