Little bitty pretty one.
That song makes me smile.
It was in Matilda and it was great to dance to as a kid.
It plays at a school dance and you want to dance around being silly
It played the night before my housemate left and we danced around spinning each other and doing terrible dance moves and being silly.
It's just a song that makes me smile.
... and Brown Eyed girl just started playing, time to dance!
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Goodbye Roommate
It is rare for me that I am so vividly touched by someone whom I have not known for a long period of time. Perhaps that is why I was pleasantly surprised to find myself growing poetic on the bus the other day.
You see, My housemate E just moved out yesterday. For the past week, I have spent a good deal of time with her, just chatting away into the night. Laughing at terrible (or turrible as we were saying) puns and silly jokes. Our discussions often led deep into the night and I don't mind having lost sleep over it.
I don't know if I have ever felt so read so easily. As I was sitting on the couch with E and chatting, she reached over and began massaging my head, neck and back. As she hit on my back she gasped a little at the amount of tense knotted muscles. Immediately she demanded I lie down so she could work on it. This was the first massage I've had in probably months. It hurt, but in a good way.
As she worked at the hard muscles, we continued our conversation. It was then that she read me like an open book.
"You're probably the kind of person who everyone comes to with problems, because they know you'll help solve them."
I didn't deny it, I was curious where this train of thought would go.
"I remember, a little while after we had all moved in, and I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but you were on the phone with a friend, who was complaining about an internship or something."
I nodded a little, I remembered the conversation I had had with my friend A.
"I remember thinking, wow, this guy is a nice guy! I would never have the patience to talk to someone for 45 minutes and do what you did"
I gave a small sigh of contentness as she unwound a knot near my shoulder blade
"I was glad then, we needed a nice person in our house. I mean, H----h is nice, but high strung and focused. H----e is emotional and gets upset pretty easily. You" her hands stop for a moment searching for a muscle before settling on moving up to my neck near the base of my skull "You're focused too, but in a different way."
I chime in "I'm focused yes, but H----h's and my approach to problem solving is a bit different." her hands move to massaging near my ears
"Right, she gets kinda, obsessively focused. You're more relaxed about it"
"Patient"
"Yeah you're very patient, like with your friend. I don't know if I could do that"
I smile as I think about A. "She was having a hard time, but she's a really good friend and kinda like hearing her vent, I don't get worked up often, so I kinda enjoy seeing the raw emotion come out of people, it's something I don't do so its refreshing as long as it's not directed at me."
her hands move to my lower back
"You're a peace-keeper."
How many times has she said that to me in the past week? Month? Whenever we discuss siblings and family, my being the youngest results in her telling me I'm a peace-keeper. She's not wrong. In my household I did get along with people in my family, I did help mitigate arguments a bit and try to resolve problems between people.
"I just like solving problems."
"You seem good at it, kill any beetles today?"
Beetles. That's the insect her and I had decided I delt with at work. I'm always maintaining and developing for a bug-ridden system. When I was talking to her about it she had asked me the absurd question of what type of bug it was. After laughing and musing for a bit, we decided on beetles.
"I did. A system wide one that I've been dealing with for a couple days"
Thumbs press into my back and I feel a muscle release and a wave of relaxation hits me.
"That's good"
We chat a little more about my work and she shifts a little and starts reworking my shoulders.
"I think you should live in Burlington."
She's referring to my upcoming need to choose to live in the capital where I work, or continue living in the shadow of my alma mater "Why's that?"
"If you live down there, you'll just work all the time and won't hang out with friends as much. You'll go to work, come home, work more, sleep, work, work. You'll be unhappy with yourself and I'm sure you'll visit friends here sometimes but you'll go home from work, be exhausted and not want to make the journey to Burlington because you work to much."
I think about it for a moment, feeling myself get offended that she would think I wouldn't go see my friends, I let it pass through me as I'm not really offended just an initial reaction to being told how I'd live. But after a moment reflection " You're probably right. I work too much." her hands start working again, I don't doubt she could tell I was taken aback for a moment.
"I think you should live here, and enjoy life a bit, take some time for yourself and don't spend all your time working."
"I don't work all the time, today I came home read a book and played guitar on the roof"
"Good! Do that more!
We settle into comfortable silence for a moment before she brings us back to our original conversation, bringing up taking time for myself. And getting my friends to do more things like this. I respond "I'm always the one to give the massages, never to get them."
"Well, maybe in a past life you were a giving tree! I bet, whenever your friends need help you're the kind of person who comes running to help "
my mind flickers to an incident a few months ago where I ran to the hospital to sit with a friend because she needed someone and another incident where I walked out of my way late at night to go sit with a friend who had been crying.
"And when you're always helping people like that, and they can always rely on you and count on you, people forget that maybe the person they ask to solve their problems has problems themselves"
I can't disagree with that. She's just hitting the nail on the head.
"You have to take some time for yourself, or get one of them to give you a massage instead of the other way around."
I turn my head and look back at her. She looks very focused, concentrating on finding the knotted muscles in my back. I catch her eye "You're reading me like one of your books. You know that?"
I'm going to miss her. She was a great person to live with and had a keen insight into my head. H----e had described E and I as twins when she saw us dancing in the kitchen while making muffins one night. Drinking Vodka and prancing about to the dance of the sugar plum fairies. Always dancing in the kitchen, getting Sara Bareilles stuck in her head and snapping our fingers as we bounced all around the apartment. One of those light-hearted friendships where the smiles flow often and conversation is just easy.
On her last night, she cooked dinner for the 3/4 housemates who were home. Each dish served was themed for a person. For H----h: steak. For H----e: pasta with pesto sauce. For me: homemade pizza rolls. We had set the table, tablecloth and place-mats and just sat together and were a small dysfunctionally functioning college student + alum family. H----h and H----e both got her a card from the store, some get well soon cards or those kind of funny you're going away and we'll miss you but here's something silly kinds of things. I had made her a card as well.
When I make a card for someone, it is not meant to be shared. I write them for one person and they are the object of my focus for that time. I think about the person, about the relationship I have with them. I draw on all the shared experiences and inside jokes I can and I try to create something that they will treasure. For E, I had folded a piece of paper in half, drawn her name in large bubbly letters, drew flowers and tree's and nature on the front. Then a curtain and stage on the back, haphazardly writing "The world is your stage" on it. Cliched, but for her very true. She's so full of life and bravadous acting that watching her cook was like watching a comedic play. Inside I had written her a poem, and filled the other half-page detailing things I remembered about our time spent as housemates together. I wrote the poem on the bus that morning, watching the mountains go by on the way to work.
It's been a long time since I wrote song lyrics, poems, or anything like that. I used to a lot in highschool, but I hadn't felt the urge or had the inspiration to do so for a few years. So when a line popped into my head on the bus, I began writing and then decided that it would be perfect as a gift for her to remember me by.
I honestly don't share the things I write for other people most of the time. As I said, it's personal and focused entirely on them. But I like this one so much. That I want to share it. It probably won't make sense to anyone reading this, as it has inside jokes with her primarily. When reading, make note of the commas as the poem does have some meter, although it switches up a bit near the end. But, in all it's glory:
You see, My housemate E just moved out yesterday. For the past week, I have spent a good deal of time with her, just chatting away into the night. Laughing at terrible (or turrible as we were saying) puns and silly jokes. Our discussions often led deep into the night and I don't mind having lost sleep over it.
I don't know if I have ever felt so read so easily. As I was sitting on the couch with E and chatting, she reached over and began massaging my head, neck and back. As she hit on my back she gasped a little at the amount of tense knotted muscles. Immediately she demanded I lie down so she could work on it. This was the first massage I've had in probably months. It hurt, but in a good way.
As she worked at the hard muscles, we continued our conversation. It was then that she read me like an open book.
"You're probably the kind of person who everyone comes to with problems, because they know you'll help solve them."
I didn't deny it, I was curious where this train of thought would go.
"I remember, a little while after we had all moved in, and I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but you were on the phone with a friend, who was complaining about an internship or something."
I nodded a little, I remembered the conversation I had had with my friend A.
"I remember thinking, wow, this guy is a nice guy! I would never have the patience to talk to someone for 45 minutes and do what you did"
I gave a small sigh of contentness as she unwound a knot near my shoulder blade
"I was glad then, we needed a nice person in our house. I mean, H----h is nice, but high strung and focused. H----e is emotional and gets upset pretty easily. You" her hands stop for a moment searching for a muscle before settling on moving up to my neck near the base of my skull "You're focused too, but in a different way."
I chime in "I'm focused yes, but H----h's and my approach to problem solving is a bit different." her hands move to massaging near my ears
"Right, she gets kinda, obsessively focused. You're more relaxed about it"
"Patient"
"Yeah you're very patient, like with your friend. I don't know if I could do that"
I smile as I think about A. "She was having a hard time, but she's a really good friend and kinda like hearing her vent, I don't get worked up often, so I kinda enjoy seeing the raw emotion come out of people, it's something I don't do so its refreshing as long as it's not directed at me."
her hands move to my lower back
"You're a peace-keeper."
How many times has she said that to me in the past week? Month? Whenever we discuss siblings and family, my being the youngest results in her telling me I'm a peace-keeper. She's not wrong. In my household I did get along with people in my family, I did help mitigate arguments a bit and try to resolve problems between people.
"I just like solving problems."
"You seem good at it, kill any beetles today?"
Beetles. That's the insect her and I had decided I delt with at work. I'm always maintaining and developing for a bug-ridden system. When I was talking to her about it she had asked me the absurd question of what type of bug it was. After laughing and musing for a bit, we decided on beetles.
"I did. A system wide one that I've been dealing with for a couple days"
Thumbs press into my back and I feel a muscle release and a wave of relaxation hits me.
"That's good"
We chat a little more about my work and she shifts a little and starts reworking my shoulders.
"I think you should live in Burlington."
She's referring to my upcoming need to choose to live in the capital where I work, or continue living in the shadow of my alma mater "Why's that?"
"If you live down there, you'll just work all the time and won't hang out with friends as much. You'll go to work, come home, work more, sleep, work, work. You'll be unhappy with yourself and I'm sure you'll visit friends here sometimes but you'll go home from work, be exhausted and not want to make the journey to Burlington because you work to much."
I think about it for a moment, feeling myself get offended that she would think I wouldn't go see my friends, I let it pass through me as I'm not really offended just an initial reaction to being told how I'd live. But after a moment reflection " You're probably right. I work too much." her hands start working again, I don't doubt she could tell I was taken aback for a moment.
"I think you should live here, and enjoy life a bit, take some time for yourself and don't spend all your time working."
"I don't work all the time, today I came home read a book and played guitar on the roof"
"Good! Do that more!
We settle into comfortable silence for a moment before she brings us back to our original conversation, bringing up taking time for myself. And getting my friends to do more things like this. I respond "I'm always the one to give the massages, never to get them."
"Well, maybe in a past life you were a giving tree! I bet, whenever your friends need help you're the kind of person who comes running to help "
my mind flickers to an incident a few months ago where I ran to the hospital to sit with a friend because she needed someone and another incident where I walked out of my way late at night to go sit with a friend who had been crying.
"And when you're always helping people like that, and they can always rely on you and count on you, people forget that maybe the person they ask to solve their problems has problems themselves"
I can't disagree with that. She's just hitting the nail on the head.
"You have to take some time for yourself, or get one of them to give you a massage instead of the other way around."
I turn my head and look back at her. She looks very focused, concentrating on finding the knotted muscles in my back. I catch her eye "You're reading me like one of your books. You know that?"
I'm going to miss her. She was a great person to live with and had a keen insight into my head. H----e had described E and I as twins when she saw us dancing in the kitchen while making muffins one night. Drinking Vodka and prancing about to the dance of the sugar plum fairies. Always dancing in the kitchen, getting Sara Bareilles stuck in her head and snapping our fingers as we bounced all around the apartment. One of those light-hearted friendships where the smiles flow often and conversation is just easy.
On her last night, she cooked dinner for the 3/4 housemates who were home. Each dish served was themed for a person. For H----h: steak. For H----e: pasta with pesto sauce. For me: homemade pizza rolls. We had set the table, tablecloth and place-mats and just sat together and were a small dysfunctionally functioning college student + alum family. H----h and H----e both got her a card from the store, some get well soon cards or those kind of funny you're going away and we'll miss you but here's something silly kinds of things. I had made her a card as well.
When I make a card for someone, it is not meant to be shared. I write them for one person and they are the object of my focus for that time. I think about the person, about the relationship I have with them. I draw on all the shared experiences and inside jokes I can and I try to create something that they will treasure. For E, I had folded a piece of paper in half, drawn her name in large bubbly letters, drew flowers and tree's and nature on the front. Then a curtain and stage on the back, haphazardly writing "The world is your stage" on it. Cliched, but for her very true. She's so full of life and bravadous acting that watching her cook was like watching a comedic play. Inside I had written her a poem, and filled the other half-page detailing things I remembered about our time spent as housemates together. I wrote the poem on the bus that morning, watching the mountains go by on the way to work.
It's been a long time since I wrote song lyrics, poems, or anything like that. I used to a lot in highschool, but I hadn't felt the urge or had the inspiration to do so for a few years. So when a line popped into my head on the bus, I began writing and then decided that it would be perfect as a gift for her to remember me by.
I honestly don't share the things I write for other people most of the time. As I said, it's personal and focused entirely on them. But I like this one so much. That I want to share it. It probably won't make sense to anyone reading this, as it has inside jokes with her primarily. When reading, make note of the commas as the poem does have some meter, although it switches up a bit near the end. But, in all it's glory:
This summer spent with you I will not forget;
Nights shared, Canadians met
With laughter heavy and hearts light
I give to you my thoughts in flight
My souls a kiwi, yours a salad
full of interest, variety, and the occasional ballad
Favorite housemate, soon to be
Favorite Californian, from ol' M.E.
Could be sad, rather reflect
On smiles, risks, 'n' auburn flecks
Two deer in headlights, laundry goes out
laughter mixed with British shouts
You told me you write
Could I tell you I'd read?
Lyrics, novels, proclivities.
You're going away, but keep in touch
if you need help, Facebook's a crutch
East coast, West coast, wherever you are
That's where you'll go and friends won't be far
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Peace.
It is not always that I write when I'm happy. Today is one of those days.
It is so peaceful.
My day began late, up to late spending time with one of my roommates who will no longer be my housemate in a few days. I have enjoyed making a friend of her this past summer, and I am going to sorely miss her when she leaves Friday morning. Only 2 days away, I won't dwell on it.
Work went as expected, we moved the office around and my new position is much nicer, since I have the trees and glass door to my back. I can close my eyes and imagine the river if I'd like, and the sound of the wind through the trees and shrubbery behind me is soothing as I program my heart out. I fixed an error today, deploying it and talking to my Russian coworker while doing so. I believe he is my favorite, as he is quick to smile and laugh.
The bus ride home was uneventful, the wifi cut in and out making it difficult, but as usual my bottomless patience simply shifted my attention to the mountains as they sped past. There is something beautiful about nature when you can stop and appreciate it.
My walk home was quick, determined. I found my home locked, no roommates? Its odd for all 4 of them to be gone, but then I remembered one of them saying something about a fair, and I know the one moving away is at a potluck tonight.
Home is quiet. The cat asleep on the couch. The shower called for me. No music this time, my mp3 player is dead from being left out on the table for 2 days without charging. A side affect of the late nights I've been having. After my shower, pulled pork and toast cooking and I walk up the stairs. The microwave humming behind and the toaster oven clicking. Today will be the one of the first times I've had leftovers from this batch of pork I made Sunday.
I grab a book. The Time Travelers Wife. Sit at the table for the first time since we got it, and eat my meal while reading. Something I've never done before. The house is completely silent and I love it. It is so calm having nothing to distract me at all. No loud noises. No stories I don't care about.
I eye the piano. Playing it loudly, letting my fingers find what I want to hear. Music comes from the soul, and today my soul was peaceful but loud about it. It was beautiful and ended on a C.
I read some more. And drink water.
It is so peaceful.
My day began late, up to late spending time with one of my roommates who will no longer be my housemate in a few days. I have enjoyed making a friend of her this past summer, and I am going to sorely miss her when she leaves Friday morning. Only 2 days away, I won't dwell on it.
Work went as expected, we moved the office around and my new position is much nicer, since I have the trees and glass door to my back. I can close my eyes and imagine the river if I'd like, and the sound of the wind through the trees and shrubbery behind me is soothing as I program my heart out. I fixed an error today, deploying it and talking to my Russian coworker while doing so. I believe he is my favorite, as he is quick to smile and laugh.
The bus ride home was uneventful, the wifi cut in and out making it difficult, but as usual my bottomless patience simply shifted my attention to the mountains as they sped past. There is something beautiful about nature when you can stop and appreciate it.
My walk home was quick, determined. I found my home locked, no roommates? Its odd for all 4 of them to be gone, but then I remembered one of them saying something about a fair, and I know the one moving away is at a potluck tonight.
Home is quiet. The cat asleep on the couch. The shower called for me. No music this time, my mp3 player is dead from being left out on the table for 2 days without charging. A side affect of the late nights I've been having. After my shower, pulled pork and toast cooking and I walk up the stairs. The microwave humming behind and the toaster oven clicking. Today will be the one of the first times I've had leftovers from this batch of pork I made Sunday.
I grab a book. The Time Travelers Wife. Sit at the table for the first time since we got it, and eat my meal while reading. Something I've never done before. The house is completely silent and I love it. It is so calm having nothing to distract me at all. No loud noises. No stories I don't care about.
I eye the piano. Playing it loudly, letting my fingers find what I want to hear. Music comes from the soul, and today my soul was peaceful but loud about it. It was beautiful and ended on a C.
I read some more. And drink water.
Friday, August 2, 2013
Music
It always impresses me how much meaning we can attribute to music and songs that were shared to us by people we hold significant in our lives.
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Why am I awake right now?
I wonder how many blog posts have that title? Or facebook status's. Or tweet updates....
Well I'm asking it.
I drank a bottle of wine while watching a show with a roommate. Then proceeded to fall asleep on the couch. Woke up with my roommate's (different one) cat sleeping on my chest. Just purring away. That's cool cat. I didn't want to feel bad about getting up and going to bed.
On the bright side I'm trying out my new bone conduction headphones right now. And it's pretty awesome. The sound is crystal clear without me having to blare the music, I don't feel like my ears are stuffed up or like I'm going to build up earwax or something because of having crap in my ears. I wouldn't care about sharing them since I don't have to put something that's been in someone else's ear into mine (there must be a shorter way of saying that. Auri-share-a-phobia?)
Well I'm asking it.
I drank a bottle of wine while watching a show with a roommate. Then proceeded to fall asleep on the couch. Woke up with my roommate's (different one) cat sleeping on my chest. Just purring away. That's cool cat. I didn't want to feel bad about getting up and going to bed.
On the bright side I'm trying out my new bone conduction headphones right now. And it's pretty awesome. The sound is crystal clear without me having to blare the music, I don't feel like my ears are stuffed up or like I'm going to build up earwax or something because of having crap in my ears. I wouldn't care about sharing them since I don't have to put something that's been in someone else's ear into mine (there must be a shorter way of saying that. Auri-share-a-phobia?)
Sunday, July 21, 2013
wheel.
I feel like a 2n+1 wheel.
I'm always a 3rd, 5th, or 7th wheel when I'm out with my friends. Normally it doesn't bother me too much. But this weekend it did. Maybe it has something to do with one of my friends getting engaged? Maybe that my married/partnered friends make jokes about how they can't code as much like I can because I have free time because I'm not linked up with someone. They're supposed to be jokes, but they really only serve to remind me that I'm alone. Sure I'll quip back at them about those types of things. But I never show that I'm hurt. That maybe I wish that I could stop being a workaholic long enough to enjoy someone elses company -- or rather, that I could stop having only one thing truly defining me to my friends who see me as just a programmer.
Sure, Programming is what I do. It makes perfect sense to me. And I love it very much. Do I not get lonely because of my dedication to science? No. I get plenty lonely. Especially when I'm sitting in a room, listening to all my friends talk about how great it is to be married and have 'that promise of someone being there' when you get home or need them. Or how they shirk duties for projects and don't really hold onto the details of an application because they simply want to hang out with their spouse.
They say they're envious of my work ethic and how much time I can commit to a project. ... Maybe they assume I'm ok with being by myself. And having no one anymore to hold. Well... they'd be wrong. I'm past the stage of getting over my ex. 1 week for each month together with that person is my rule for grieving a relationship. So, 12 weeks after the breakup is supposed to be when I'm ok with being lonely again. Or at least, that's what I told myself I'd do and what it'd be like...
unfortunately, that's not the way life works. I don't want to say I'm still hung up on my ex. But, I still love her very much. She's one of those people who I want to talk to still, and when the liquor flows in me and loosens up the tight logic bound in my brain, I text her and tell her I miss her. Why? Because I do, I really do miss her. I'm ok not being with her anymore. It's best to move on or something right? But that doesn't stop me from wanting to be with her or at least see and talk to her. I feel like I've been cut out though. I could be completely wrong. But there's just not as much commication as I wish there was.... of course, that could be because she finally got tired of my drunk texts. And me not being able to get over her it seems.
After half a year, shouldn't I start not feeling so lonely? It's bad enough being lonely. But I get upset when I hang out with couples, because everyone was else seems like a perfect couple or they have things going for them... what do I have? I have a job in my field.... I have the respect of some peers. But what I want is for someone to actually love me and care about me. As more than just a friend. I want to have a cuddle buddy. Someone to talk to when I have to handle all my issues. When my medical bills or conditions pop up, I want to have someone to call to the hospital to hold my hand and to help me through. Of course, that's too much to ask for.
how do people get dates and meet people when you don't have hte very common ground of schooling together? I don't know. Of course, I'm not really trying to get anyone to fix my loneliness problem. That seems wrong somehow. But really though: I feel like I'm going to die alone, self invested in my work, I leave no time for going out to meet people, and I'm not going to do online dating. That just seems like a cop out to life. I'm married to my computer as is, I don't need to use it to date people too.
I'm always a 3rd, 5th, or 7th wheel when I'm out with my friends. Normally it doesn't bother me too much. But this weekend it did. Maybe it has something to do with one of my friends getting engaged? Maybe that my married/partnered friends make jokes about how they can't code as much like I can because I have free time because I'm not linked up with someone. They're supposed to be jokes, but they really only serve to remind me that I'm alone. Sure I'll quip back at them about those types of things. But I never show that I'm hurt. That maybe I wish that I could stop being a workaholic long enough to enjoy someone elses company -- or rather, that I could stop having only one thing truly defining me to my friends who see me as just a programmer.
Sure, Programming is what I do. It makes perfect sense to me. And I love it very much. Do I not get lonely because of my dedication to science? No. I get plenty lonely. Especially when I'm sitting in a room, listening to all my friends talk about how great it is to be married and have 'that promise of someone being there' when you get home or need them. Or how they shirk duties for projects and don't really hold onto the details of an application because they simply want to hang out with their spouse.
They say they're envious of my work ethic and how much time I can commit to a project. ... Maybe they assume I'm ok with being by myself. And having no one anymore to hold. Well... they'd be wrong. I'm past the stage of getting over my ex. 1 week for each month together with that person is my rule for grieving a relationship. So, 12 weeks after the breakup is supposed to be when I'm ok with being lonely again. Or at least, that's what I told myself I'd do and what it'd be like...
unfortunately, that's not the way life works. I don't want to say I'm still hung up on my ex. But, I still love her very much. She's one of those people who I want to talk to still, and when the liquor flows in me and loosens up the tight logic bound in my brain, I text her and tell her I miss her. Why? Because I do, I really do miss her. I'm ok not being with her anymore. It's best to move on or something right? But that doesn't stop me from wanting to be with her or at least see and talk to her. I feel like I've been cut out though. I could be completely wrong. But there's just not as much commication as I wish there was.... of course, that could be because she finally got tired of my drunk texts. And me not being able to get over her it seems.
After half a year, shouldn't I start not feeling so lonely? It's bad enough being lonely. But I get upset when I hang out with couples, because everyone was else seems like a perfect couple or they have things going for them... what do I have? I have a job in my field.... I have the respect of some peers. But what I want is for someone to actually love me and care about me. As more than just a friend. I want to have a cuddle buddy. Someone to talk to when I have to handle all my issues. When my medical bills or conditions pop up, I want to have someone to call to the hospital to hold my hand and to help me through. Of course, that's too much to ask for.
how do people get dates and meet people when you don't have hte very common ground of schooling together? I don't know. Of course, I'm not really trying to get anyone to fix my loneliness problem. That seems wrong somehow. But really though: I feel like I'm going to die alone, self invested in my work, I leave no time for going out to meet people, and I'm not going to do online dating. That just seems like a cop out to life. I'm married to my computer as is, I don't need to use it to date people too.
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Pacific Rim and Evangelion Similarities
When I saw the trailer for Pacific Rim, I looked at my brother and we both nodded and agreed that it was an Evangelion rip off.
Now that I've seen the movie? My opinion is still the same.
Let me just list off some of the similarities:
Now that I've seen the movie? My opinion is still the same.
Let me just list off some of the similarities:
- Giant robots controlled through neural connections
- The idea of a sync ratio between the pilot and the robot: (In the case of pacific rim there's also the drift between pilots and how their minds meld into one. Sound similar to the end of eva? yeah.)
- In one of the first scenes with the pilots helmets, you see an orange liquid drain from the suits. LCL anyone?
- The pilots wear tight body suits that have connectors to hook up to the machines better.
- The quiet female character has blue hair (Rei has full blue, Mori has just blue tips)
- The Main character runs away for a period of time before coming back to save the day... after someone scolds them for running away.
- The male and female leads are in love and have a great sync ratio with each other (No flame bait for people who prefer Shinja x Asuka over Shinja x Rei, but come on, Shinji and Rei were more compatable when working together as clearly shown in the episode "Dance like you want to win" similarally, Rally in pacific ocean shares a better connection with Mori over any of the other hotheaded pilots he meets )
- There's a big council cutting off the budget to the organization with robots
- Big monsters tear apart the robots in inhuman rage and destroy everything
- monsters that spits acid that melts building http://wiki.evageeks.org/Matarael
- The chainsaw knife that deploys from the machines body and the prog knife from eva
- Fighting giant monsters in close hand to hand combat is more effective than long range weapons.
- Over bearing father figure controlling all the action (Marshall and Gendo)
- The red robot... and the four eyes on one of the other ones.
- The robot standing with no power while it's pilots are at the mercy of the monster in front of it (Asuka/Reis' eva's when fighting http://wiki.evageeks.org/Zeruel, which is killed brutally by the main character when he swoops in to save the day)
- The hot headed pilot makes a noble sacrifice so the other pilots can go on (asuka in EoE)
- The protaganists machine has a dual core that allows it to operate when the other machines cant. Eva 01 has the s2 organ to do the same, and the Gipsy has a duel nuclear core.
- The main characters both lose their machine
- EoE ends with the ocean and not being able to breathe, so does Pacific Rim. And then, the series ends with clapping, so does Pacific Rim.
- Quirky scientists performing morally unsound experiments regardless of orders.
- THIS http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sCcFTeDdq_Q
- I'm sure there's plenty more. But those are the ones I can remember after seeing it once.
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