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Article by Sean Wilkinson, a.k.a. The Ticketmaster Cross your fingers again this week, Ticketholders! The new layout and theme of my blog isn't being promoted by BlogPros as heavily as the previous one, so I'll probably be switching it back if things don't improve soon because I'll know it was the theme change and not the week-long hiatus I took from blogging. But there will be content this week, and that's what this post is for! So like and comment down below, subscribe to my blog (there's a button for that now, finally), help out my ad revenue, and check out my social media at the links below to keep up with the latest news on my content. Speaking of which, here's the content schedule for the coming week: Monday (May 1) -  Anime Spotlight #23: Call Of the Night Wednesday (My Birthday!) - Dragon Blog Super #13: What If GOKU Was NEVER BORN? (Generations Saga) Thursday (May 4) -  TBT 2023:  Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy   (on  Tumblr ,  Reddit , and  Facebook

Article by Sean Wilkinson, Dragon Ball fan. Not to be confused with the  Dragon Ball Super  anime and manga, or Super Dragon Ball Heroes  (a video game, web anime, and several manga series), Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero  is the first fully 3D-animated movie in the franchise. Like the better Dragon Ball  movies, it's good but has its problems. Like the Super  anime, its best moments involve slice-of-life character development and deliberate fight choreography. And like the franchise I poked fun at in the title of this post, it's a movie about family. Following a narrated flashback through Goku's history with the Red Ribbon Army, we're introduced to Dr. Hedo, a tokusatsu -obsessed child genius who was sent to prison for grave desecration and using cyborg zombies to staff his chain of convenience stores (which we don't learn until the prequel arc in the manga ). Upon being released from prison, Hedo blows up the prison with a grenade he had in his pocket (this and H

Article by Sean Wilkinson, to Omni or Bust! I want to get this done before midnight, so I have no clever segue into today's content. Except maybe something about my brain turning into a pumpkin and there being a Halloween/Christmas combo at the end of the recap. Also, this post has nothing to do with dragons. Just thought I'd mention that.... I switched the mobile settings on my blog to make it easier for phone and tablet readers to read and navigate. Plus it gives the option to use web view instead of it being hard-set for everyone. I hope this makes a difference for my Ticketholders and for the BlogPros promotion program. Remember to like and comment down below and bust that Follow button so I know you're out there, and check in with me on  Tumblr ,  Reddit , and  Facebook  for the latest updates on my content. GFT  #37:  Little Miss Muffet  Part 2 Like the original  Little Miss Muffet  issue, this one is another morality lesson head trip, wherein Offensive Asian Stereoty

Article by Sean Wilkinson, Dragon Ball fan. You might have noticed (or been notified on  Tumblr ,  Reddit , and  Facebook ) that Just the Ticket has a new look. As much as I liked the old theme, there wasn't as much flexibility as I would have liked with respect to the presentation, and while I've been asking you all to follow and subscribe and answer all those other calls to action, I didn't have an easy way for you to do that . So, big  whoopsie on my part. But, it's fixed now, so in addition to what you think of my content, I'm open to any suggestions or opinions you have on the naming, placement, and general appearance of things. As for the content itself, I forgot that way back, I posted a quick review of Dragon Ball Super: Broly . But in the spirit of the Anime Spotlight , in which I've given some franchises the "kitchen sink" approach (movies, all available seasons, etc.), I'm going to talk about the Dragon Ball Super  anime, how the early

Article by Sean Wilkinson, a.k.a. The Ticketmaster Since last Friday, it has been a week of problems and solutions, and interactions with "professionals" who can't tell the difference. Apologies to the content-hungry among you, but I took the week off from blogging because of a family emergency. My father had another seizure episode, following a heart catheterization procedure on Friday. The bad news, aside from his seizure, is that some of the medical "professionals" were so jaded and overworked that they chose to accuse  us  of mismanaging his medication, rather than look at his  actions (sneaking a large amount of coffee at 8:30 the night before his procedure, taking unnecessary vitamins, and overindulging in sugar, just as examples) or consider the possibility that they  wrongly underprescribed his seizure medication. But we're just ignorant, non-medical mortals. What could our personal experiences with our family member's pre-seizure behavior patter

Article by Sean Wilkinson, Stuffed with fluff. Enough time has passed since the Winnie-the-Pooh  animated series and the original books by A.A. Milne that Disney 's license has lapsed and the source material has entered the public domain (which, along with the last time I had a gaming console, the downfall of physical media outlets, and the deaths of several pillars of my childhood, is one more reminder that I am old and the world sucks). So naturally, someone (namely, writer, director, and producer Rhys Frake-Waterfield ) decided that the best way to honor the honey-holic stuffie and his group of mentally and emotionally unstable friends is to turn them into homicidal manimal hybrids. Which sounds like a cool idea. On paper. Enter Winnie-the-Pooh: Blood & Honey , a film of the cinematic and toilet-buildup variety, wherein the opening narration gives us some decently concocted lore setup: Christopher Robin was a real boy who befriended and cared for a group of human-animal h

Article by Sean Wilkinson, Bearing Good News & Comic Reviews Let's start off by sharing some good news with my Ticketholders out there! Academia will be getting easier in several ways within the next two weeks. First of all, I had my eye exam yesterday, and I'll be getting new glasses (fully covered by insurance! Yay!) in fourteen business days. I have been optically navigating the same pair of won't-stay-on-my-face, twice-stepped-on, chemically eroded, grease-splattered glasses for at least five years because I cared more about my vices than my vision, and my medical didn't cover them (my vices or  my vision). So finally getting new glasses and feeling good about it...feels good . Lighter. Responsible. Accomplished. Actually mentally healthy . And honestly, weird . But weird in that good, disbelief kind of way. And speaking of feeling lighter because of good news, I also found out yesterday that WGU's Marketing program got restructured, and I have three fewer c

Article by Sean Wilkinson, My finger is on the button. ( Push the Button ) World? My finger is on the button. ( Push the Button ) Hey, Ticketholders! Remember the Chemical Brothers ? Remember Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest ? That's the reference! But as good as the Push the Button  album is, and as motivating as that "Galvanize" single is, this isn't an issue of Bring Back the Soundtrack  (twenty likes on this post if you want me to do an actual review of Push the Button  to see if my nostalgia goggles really hold up). That's just my lead-in to the topic I want to rant about today: "the push of a button" is not  as simple as advertised. Last semester, I had a class where I was supposed to compose a blog post (really stretching my acting chops there 😏) about a "revolutionary virtual communication device" that let business leaders and millennials continue to be asshats in public by holding on-demand conference calls at any time, anywhere, with