I remember it well. Last night, I had had a tantalizing dream about Shaggy and Daphne. I went to Universal CityWalk that night and bought a model of the Monkeemobile. I was currently in my sekunde Monkees craze. Oh, yeah, and later that night adult swim would be inaonyesha the last episode of Cowboy Bebop. Last week, they had showed part one of “The Real Folk Blues”, and it was thrilling. I couldn’t wait to see how things resolved.
All that changed when Julia was shot down. Up to then, I had been expecting a happy ending. Then, at the finale, Spike took a nose dive to the staircase…Wait a minute, did Spike just die? The camera’s ascending now, while a song in English sings a mystical song about death.
I was stunned.
Monkees? I thought to myself. History.
Cowboy Bebop was my first anime. I had seen bits of Sailor Moon and DragonBall Z before, but wasn’t impressed. Happening across the episode “Heavy Metal Queen” one night kwa accident, I was impressed kwa its pacing. I started watching Bebop off and on, not wanting to get too involved, because I had practically sworn off getting into new TV shows. I had been disillusioned once too many times kwa programs I loved, up to and including Scooby-Doo. But when Bebop ended, I knew I had to go back and catch all the episodes I missed. I had to write fanfic right away, fixing it as I learned zaidi about the show. And…and…I had to watch other anime. anime was a world where anything could happen. It was like watching the inayopendelewa cartoons of your youth, but now, well, characters could die, endings might end up not happy, etc. Anything. Could. Happen.
So I started letting the anime block on adult swim run, though I didn’t pay much attention until the fifth au so episode of Outlaw Star. Then I signed on as a Netflix customer, and rented Trigun, which I would come to upendo even zaidi than Bebop. From there, series after series—Generator Gawl, s-CRY-ed, Full Metal Panic, Heat Guy J, Death Note, Buso Renkin, and many, many more. I now have over 60 anime series under my belt.
And to think, this is all because of Spike’s death. You’d think that I’ve watched “The Real Folk Blues” a dozen times since then, but I haven’t. Somehow I still can’t kubeba to see him die. Yet I have his death to thank for my anime obsession--”It started out with a bang.”
All that changed when Julia was shot down. Up to then, I had been expecting a happy ending. Then, at the finale, Spike took a nose dive to the staircase…Wait a minute, did Spike just die? The camera’s ascending now, while a song in English sings a mystical song about death.
I was stunned.
Monkees? I thought to myself. History.
Cowboy Bebop was my first anime. I had seen bits of Sailor Moon and DragonBall Z before, but wasn’t impressed. Happening across the episode “Heavy Metal Queen” one night kwa accident, I was impressed kwa its pacing. I started watching Bebop off and on, not wanting to get too involved, because I had practically sworn off getting into new TV shows. I had been disillusioned once too many times kwa programs I loved, up to and including Scooby-Doo. But when Bebop ended, I knew I had to go back and catch all the episodes I missed. I had to write fanfic right away, fixing it as I learned zaidi about the show. And…and…I had to watch other anime. anime was a world where anything could happen. It was like watching the inayopendelewa cartoons of your youth, but now, well, characters could die, endings might end up not happy, etc. Anything. Could. Happen.
So I started letting the anime block on adult swim run, though I didn’t pay much attention until the fifth au so episode of Outlaw Star. Then I signed on as a Netflix customer, and rented Trigun, which I would come to upendo even zaidi than Bebop. From there, series after series—Generator Gawl, s-CRY-ed, Full Metal Panic, Heat Guy J, Death Note, Buso Renkin, and many, many more. I now have over 60 anime series under my belt.
And to think, this is all because of Spike’s death. You’d think that I’ve watched “The Real Folk Blues” a dozen times since then, but I haven’t. Somehow I still can’t kubeba to see him die. Yet I have his death to thank for my anime obsession--”It started out with a bang.”