Bittersweet nostalgia

So I finally got out of my writing funk, at least enough to work more on the second Mannix fic's chapter. I might be able to get it done today, but now FF.net seems to be down. At least, I can't bring it up, even though someone else can. **headdesk.** I could post the chapter to AO3 in the meantime. Not that anyone even visits the Mannix category there, but still.

And I was selecting a fresh shirt to wear and decided to see if I could still fit into one of the two original YGO shirts I bought on my 16th birthday ... twelve years ago. Good heavens, has it really been that long?

I opted for the electric blue shirt with Yami Yugi. It was always one of my favorites of my YGO shirt collection, and I'm pleased that I can apparently still squeeze into it.

But putting it on certainly brought on a wave of bittersweet nostalgia. I don't wish that it was the past or that I wasn't interested in what I am now, writing-wise, but sometimes I do miss those happy, innocent days of being excited each week to find out what was new on YGO and staying up all night to make sure I'd catch the new episode(s) instead of sleeping through them. I kind of wish that time could be concurrent with the happy parts of the time now.

It was such an exciting time of discovery. Japanese anime was so new to me and I was so excited to discover it wasn't all adult-rated stuff, like I had mistakenly thought due to a brochure from Columbia House. I gobbled up YGO, Sailor Moon, and so many others.

These days, there's really nothing I care to see Saturday mornings, cartoon-wise, except when My Little Pony is running new episodes. The other current American cartoons don't interest me and it seems like there haven't been many noteworthy anime series lately, not like there used to be years ago. The main popular one is one that I'm afraid would just be too gory for me to ever get into. I am anxious to try Sailor Moon Crystal, but I'm skeptical of it at best. I really don't like how the eyes are being drawn. They don't have the same spark of life as the original anime's eyes do.

I was already kind of wanly nostalgic remembering the happy days of discovering new things with beloved people and excitedly sharing and discussing them. Eras come and go so fast. Sometimes it gets lonely, as most everyone moves on to other things and I'm still here, still wanting it to be like it was and sharing things. It reminds me a little bit of that part in Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon where most of the Senshi are so busy running around with other things on their minds and Ami/Sailor Mercury is quietly waiting for them to all come back again.

Richarrrd....

Slept off and on and sometimes wasn't quite sure I was asleep. I only remembered one particularly lovely dream after I'd been awake a while.

We were attending some live performance show, something like America's Got Talent, I guess. I have no idea why. But we were there, and Richard Anderson happened to be there watching, and I went over and sat with him and he remembered me from me writing to him and we stayed and enjoyed the program together and it was very squeeable. I enjoyed being with him much more than I enjoyed whatever it was we were seeing.

It makes me wish he'd come to the semi-local Comic Con. It's fun writing to him, and I'm looking forward to making another birthday post and sharing it with him, but man, I'd love to meet him in person sometime. I've never been that interested in attending the Comic Con, but if Richard came, I would be all over it.