Thugs, Balls and Freud: Prince of Tennis

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The Promised Land.

The question, as far as I can see: With such a huge, nay overwhelming, nay soul-crushing glut of hackneyed swill in American entertainment, why would anyone go to the trouble of searching out another country’s hackneyed swill? Not to mention buying, or downloading and seeking out amateur translations (aka “fansubs”) of, said garbage? As in the case of, say, a lot of anime?

I guess it comes down to fetish. Some people stumble upon Inuyasha on the Cartoon Network and have some kind of bone-deep chemical response to the giant eyes, and that’s it. They scoff at Dancing With the Stars, smirk at The O.C. and spend hours and hours gabbing on message boards and writing fanfiction and making fan art about… say…

Prince of Tennis.

Let’s chat more after the jump…

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Bat-ernational?

Oh brother, just as I was firmly resolving to stop paying so much attention to this blog, I run into a coincidence like this. Within a 24-hour period I see…

Putin visits the Batcave! Or at least his new hi-tech security HQ. Which inexplicably has a Batman symbol on the floor. (Also, four out of five political leaders and state administrators in Russia either have been or still are members of the security services, and stuff.)
But maybe the Batcave shouldn’t come as such a shock. After all, Putin has been known to talk about Cthulu.

AND AS IF THAT WEREN’T ENOUGH…

Melbourne, Australia not only has a Batman Park, but the city itself was almost named BATMANIA!

You have to kind of squint to see the words “Batman Park” on the sign. Visit the link (at Broken Glass Makes Me Laugh) for a bigger version.

Unreal.

I don’t even give a shit about Batman, but, really, unreal.

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