Just the Ticket

 AniMonday apologies, Weebotaks! It seems like I've been doing a lot of apologizing lately, what with my unprofessional conduct regarding my social media presence, my inconvenient work life, and the amends I am making for my nerd memorabilia- and mobile game-related debt. On the latter subject, I recently received my fifth of six debt-settlement amounts from the relief and consolidation company. I will still be making payments toward the agreed-upon amounts for the foreseeable future, but progress is progress, and I am sticking to the program, so, good news! A program that I will unfortunately not  be able to stick to this week is my promised review of Rising Of the Shield Hero  for Isekai "Quartet" . In its place, I bring you a super-long post that consists of the first three published chapters of my fanfiction, Dragon Ball: BE , or "What If Broly Was Sent to Earth Instead Of Goku?" Here is my current choice for a cover image, which I found licensed for persona

Greetings to the eleven of you who may or may not know the most recent of my deepest, darkest secrets, which I linked to in Monday's Isekai "Quartet. "  I'll also re-link to it here . Based on the clicks that link didn't  get, however, it appears that I am once again hammering my head against the wailing wall because human attention spans are garbage anymore. Read something! But especially this! Speaking of people overreacting to first world problems, did anyone else know that BET made the Karen stereotype into a horror movie? Here's the trailer . It's garbage. SNL  probably already has a parody script written, and they're table-reading it as we speak. Watch that instead. But read my stuff , too! If you're still reading, keep reading and click those social media buttons down below, and comment in the comments section of this post, not just on Facebook or Twitter. Enough lamenting, because it's time for a SPOILER Warning! "Lamentis," t

Greetings to all four of you! That's supposed to be a quartet joke, but if I'm being honest, it's also backhanded and unbelievably generous. Based on the fact that barely anyone ever likes my posts and I deleted my only comment because it was from a bot that "speaks" terrible English, the only stable readership I have anymore consists of Blogger itself, and me. Where the other two-to-twenty-five passing glances come from is a mystery. But has that stopped me from doing what I claim to love? Should it stop me? Why do I bother asking questions that no one is going to answer because they aren't bothering to read this far? Guilt. Guilt. Guilt. Shame. Of course, I did throw away tens of thousands of dollars on mobile games and nerd memorabilia over the past decade, destroyed my family's trust and crippled my own future, so I have no right to complain, and the only guilt and shame at play here should be mine. Did that get your attention? It's true , but did