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lunes, 7 de mayo de 2018

A NURSERY CRYME (NOTHING TO DO WITH GENESIS)

Huggto! Pretty Cure
Episode 14 - My Own Review
A NURSERY CRYME (NOTHING TO DO WITH GENESIS)

As the other girls were preparing to meet at the local Daycare Centre, Hana was sleeping like a log and her mother asked Lulu to "drag her out of bed."


 So Lulu literally dragged her out of bed-By overthrowing her out of her bed... with that Herculean strength... Somehow it worked!

When Mrs. Nono told her to drag Hana out of bed... I totally identified. Not only because of Lulu's prowess when it comes to literature, and her lack of social skills, but also 'cause we are both equally gullible and literal-minded! I know this book called Amelia Bedelia in which the masters leave the mansion and give a list of tasks to the titular maid. "Draw the curtains?" She doodles with permanent felt-tip all over all those curtains! "Dress the turkey?" She dithers for a while whether to put a sailor suit or a little gown on the whole raw fowl, not knowing whether it's a boy or a girl turkey. And so on. It's HILARIOUS.

After arriving at the daycare, the girls and Harry introduce themselves and get ready. Whilst Harry, Hana, Saaya, and Homare go off somewhere, Lulu is left to look after Hugtan for a few minutes. She also decides to flick through a book that Saaya was studying in preparation for working at the daycare.
Hugtan ends up interrupting her.

Lulu does not seem to be amused by Hugtan


#Dreadpan once more.

Whilst that happens, the other three girls have gone somewhere quiet in order to use the Future Pad to change into attire more suitable for working at a daycare.
The girls will be looking after the one-year-olds for their work experience. Turns out that each child has their own quirks that have to be considered when tending to their needs. Saaya and Homare seem to just about manage.
Not even wincing as you change those nappies, eh, Étoile?

Saaya refuses to be outdone by Lulu
Lulu is able to distract the children, and this seems to set something off in Saaya.

My heart is rushing... my head is reeling...

My face is flushing... what is this feeling? Does it have a name?
So it turns out that Saaya has a fiercely competitive side, and she has no intention of losing to Lulu. Somehow, looking after babies ended up turning into a competition, into a full-scale arms race...
Saaya with a loving smile
Saaya’s competitive side is something that we haven't experienced before... Either way, that fierce competitiveness seems like it is something that should be feared.

The hills are alive with the sound of Lulu...


Yep, pretty sure Lulu is my favourite character in Hugtto! PreCure – seeing her jump around with a baby was adorable
Harry shows up, and sees Lulu jumping around with a baby perched on her shoulders (in a stark contrast to her dreadpan fixed expression). He says he wants a turn, and Lulu complies.
 
That’s probably one of my favourite scenes from the episode – I won’t spoil it here.




Moving on, Saaya ends up tripping in her eagerness to outdo Lulu. Whilst that is sorted out, Homare says to Saaya she is surprised to discover she is competitive.

Saaya is embarrassed about her competitive side
Homare tells her that it is good to be competitive.

After that, it is naptime for the children – however, the girls struggle to get them to go to sleep. A lullaby from one of the experienced daycare workers soon sees the kids drifting off.
Naturally, naptime would be a really bad time for a theender to show up. Lo and behold, that is exactly what happens.
The source of the frustration were two stressed-out workers at the daycare and the fashionista Rita Yoshimi (the blonde at the threshold), the latter angry that the crying babies made her forget an idea for a design.
(However, we got one theender out of three people once more... and have I mentioned how much I love double or multiple monster of the week summons?)


Honestly, I prefer her in school uniform and in this battle costume. 
Something something laced-up corsets... something something dark colours... something Dark Magical Girls...

Lulu is the one who brings forth the theender. Of course, the others transform into PreCures, but having a monster appear right outside the daycare proves to be upsetting for the kids.



Cure Yell ends up tending to one of them, leaving Ange and Étoile to confront the theender.
Lulu watches PreCures fight, but when the babies are threatened, she steps up.

Lulu protects the children

¡NO PASARÁN!

And thus, our emotionless Dark Magical Girl finally begins to defrost, shielding those innocent infants.

PreCures use the opportunity to finish off the theender, making the place safe for the children again.

That pretty much brings this episode to an end, and it was a fun one. Seeing the competitive relationship unfold between Saaya and Lulu was enjoyable. I really like these episodes that have been focusing on Lulu so far – I’m fairly certain it is pretty obvious what the future has in store for her at this point, and that is something I welcome warmly.







MY OWN HUMBLE OPINION
Whoa whoa whoa... you blew my mind once more, Lulu mon amour!
When Mrs. Nono told her to drag Hana out of bed... I totally identified. Not only because of Lulu's prowess when it comes to literature, and her lack of social skills, but also 'cause we are both equally gullible and literal-minded! I know this book called Amelia Bedelia in which the masters leave the mansion and give a list of tasks to the titular maid. "Draw the curtains?" She doodles with permanent felt-tip all over all those curtains! "Dress the turkey?" She dithers for a while whether to put a sailor suit or a little gown on the whole raw fowl, not knowing whether it's a boy or a girl turkey. And so on. It's HILARIOUS. Sometimes, I have made mishaps in that style, which have been either equally outrageous or a little less...
And all those origami cranes she folded... OMFG. I may be an Ace when it comes to literature, but I can only fold Santas (as Christmas decor), jumping frogs, boats, bicorn hats, planes, paper fortune-tellers, and it was a decade or so since I made my last kabuto (samurai helmet), which can be folded into a koi fish if you cut it at the back, so I might have forgotten how to do. I have tried cranes, indeed, but always screwed them up. Hats off for Lulu Amour and her precise abilities!
I may be not good with complex origami, but now I see why our Dark Magical Girl is so smart when it comes not only to literature, but also to childcare; she has something in common with both Yours Truly and Klaus Baudelaire; eidetic memory. That explains a lot on why the three of us are so bright (ps. I've got this AU for the shared universe theory of French Romantic prose, with allomancy -so far- thrown into the mix, and Combeferre has this same ability, but with a supernatural touch, maybe like Lulu... like other Friends at the Café, he was unaware of his powers as an archivist and thought he was a normal muggle with an exceptional skill -btw, Enjolras is a rioter, Grantaire is a soother, and Courfeyrac is so far the token muggle with no supernatural powers, but he has the social standing, the connections, the physical prowess as a bâtonniste (even improv-ing with an umbrella when he's forgotten the bâton), the savoir-faire, and chessmaster skills; think Batman or Tomoyo Daidoji-. We'll see how Marius factors into this; he may be a mistborn or another muggle, but the kid next door to contrast with his senpai Courf...
PS. On Marius Pontmercy in this allomancy/Final Solution AU:
Liz-senpai actually suggested he would be a mistborn and... that's pretty rad, the backstory for Marius in this AU actually writes itself from there! He got the powers from his papa, and that also explains, in this 'verse, why Colonel Pontmercy got snubbed by old Baron Gillenormand and had to elope to marry for love: not only due to the officer being a liberal in love with a far-rightist's daughter, but also because he was a persecuted mistborn -during both the Terror and Thermidor, mistborns were scapegoated by both governments-. So Marius is raised just like in canon by his maternal family, not told about his heritage (Col. Pontmercy presumed dead at Waterloo and all that) until he researches himself, and totally unaware of his powers (reserved and shy, your average guy, a freshly emancipated bohemian Law student and translator who thinks he's as interesting as plain vanilla ice) until his late teens/twenties, when he snaps by his papa's deathbed.
PS. On Cosette in this same AU:
Turns out I included also the magic system of the Riordanverse a little... ;) In this continuity, "Felix Tholomyès" was a mortal persona or alias used by Frey during a Restoration-era Parisian stint, making Cosette a demigoddess with abilities over healing, climate, temperature insensibility, disarmament (think expelliarmus) and appeasing others (unlike soothing, this would involve mind control to some degree), and alf-seidr, that surface during puberty.
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There will also be some kind of sequel about the Valhalla/Folkvanger afterlife of the Friends sans Marius and plus the Thénardier siblings. Madame Defarge (Mme. Thénardier's mum) plays a major role in this sequel and Éponine's afterlife character arc... not to mention Loki, who is also Gwenplaine/L'homme qui rit in this continuity, and who impersonates Enjolras for some time... ie the story features a love affair between the Man who Quaffs and the Man who Laughs ;)

Moving back to our episode. Everyone raise a glass and drain it to the last drop! Hats off for Lulu Amour and her precise abilities!


Episode 14 of Hugtto! PreCure sees the girls try their hand at being daycare workers for their ongoing work experience project. This time, Lulu joins them, and that brings out a side of Saaya that hasn’t really been seen before. A really fierce side...
I enjoyed it all since the focus is about Saaya and Lulu which I am glad! We also get to see that Saaya has a competitive side since she spent the time to study the childcare guide and was about to show off her knowledge. Instead, Lulu who memorized all the details in a matter of minutes, by heart, was more capable than her. (Although Lulu still lacks the human touch in taking care of children) 

Saya was definitely not accepting defeat and started challenging Lulu in various activities. However it backfired. Luckily Homare advised Saaya to take it easy and not let it affect their work.
During the battle, Lulu stepped behind to observe the battle however when the theender was about to attack the children, she suddenly rushed to protect them which showed that she has started to gain emotions to help others which I like it. But Papple who was also watching Lulu was disappointed about her actions and might suggest that Lulu could be a liability in later episodes.

AHAHAHAHAHAHA! Competitive Saaya is that thing I didn’t know I needed until now. She is so adorable when she pouts and is on the losing end of the fight. She hasn’t shown much of it because of as Homare explained, no one has been able to beat her until now. Lulu’s inhuman strength and precise abilities gives her an edge that gives Saaya a run for her money. That being said, I really hope we get to see more of this side of her in the future, it’s so much fun to watch, especially her competitive dynamics with Lulu.
Lulu was throughly entertaining from start to finish. From her displeased expression when Hugtan interrupted her “consuming information process” so she could flip the pages on her own, to launching Harry up in the air after he wanted to be swung around like a baby (dude you’re too old for that). Lulu’ s interactions with the children was also amusing, especially considering she didn’t understand what “cute” actually is, but subconsciously experienced the feeling. Holding Hugtan in particular definitely draws something out of her, since the baby is full of magical power– she alone was enough calm the rest of the wailing babies.
I believe it’s just a matter of time now before the enemy picks up on Hugtan being the source of power they are looking for. The girls were on the losing end when Lulu successfully identifies children serve as an excellent distraction, making it difficult or the girls to focus on battle when they need to take care of both. Papple was there, waiting in the wings, to observe as well to see how Lulu was faring, so she too was there to indirectly witness Hugtan’s power. Although Lulu used the children as hostage of a sorts, there was a part of her that didn’t want to bring harm to them as well, and put returned her disguise to protect the children. This is actually helps cover up anything suspicions that she’s the enemy in the future, since she can be referenced to having thrown herself in between the babies and the monster.



IN NEXT EPISODE (15)

Next time, Lulu makes a new friend. Nakama or tomodachi, moirail or maybe something more? The Good Ship Emilu begins to raise anchors...

Emiri Aizaki the rockstar

Next episode, Lulu went out on an errand and met Emiru for the first time. However Emiru is now crazy about the Precures and wanted to become one herself! So what fate has in store for these two girls?
Next week, Emiru is back. She will be spending time with Lulu while she goes out on a shopping trip. Honestly, I hope this episode gives us some sort of indication of what Emiru’s precise role will be in the series, especially since she is not part of the group yet. Truth to be told, I am not sure if I would feel about her being a new member of the group, mainly because her first appearance didn’t leave a positive impression on me. Who knows, we will have to wait and see how it turns out.

How will Charalit react if he ever finds out?
And which role will the Octopark play in all this naval war?
Next week we shall discover what the script that's written has in store...

miércoles, 2 de noviembre de 2016

FRANKENSTEINS MEDELTAL

Prefacio - por Sandra Elena Dermark Bufí 

Tened en cuenta, entes encargados de llevar a cabo trámites administrativos de pagos en línea, bolsas de comida para gatos, sacacorchos, abrelatas, medios de masas, etcétera, los siguientes factores que harán que ustedes dejen de asumir y generalizar:

  1. La mitad de la población humana mundial somos de sexo femenino.
  2. De tres a siete de entre mil personas tenemos el síndrome de Asperger, y, de entre esas, una o dos somos de sexo femenino.
  3. El diez por ciento de los seres humanos somos zurdos.
  4. Muchas personas, sobre todo en occidente, tenemos parafilias y nos vemos obligad@s a guardarlas en el armario.
  5. Un elevado porcentaje de europe@s residimos en localidades pequeñas y medianas (la cifra es aún más alta en los países en desarrollo).

Contra un mundo sexista, racista, heterosexista, dextralista, capacitocentrista, urbanitista e incluso especiesista, que asume que la persona media no pertenece a alguno de los out-groups a los que yo pertenezco, quisiera proponer una amena sátira de dichas generalizaciones:
señoras y señores, les presento al hombre medio de Frankenstein...

Sagan om Frankensteins medeltal

Dr Frankenstein var en man med övernaturliga egenskaper. Han var statistiker på Statistiska Centralbyrån och trollade utan större ansträngning fram små svarta gubbar med mystisk innebörd: ibland innehöll en sån där liten gubbe alla nykterister i Västerbottens län, ibland kunde den lilla svarta gubben föreställa alla svenskar som röstade på högerpartiet för två år sen, och bredvid stod då en annan liten gubbe och föreställde alla svenskar som röstade på högerpartiet nu senast, fast den sista lilla gubben hade inget huve. Så ni förstår att Dr Frankenstein han var allt en riktig trollkarl!
Nu hade Dr Frankenstein under en lång tid hållit sig instängd i sitt ytterst hemliga och tillbommade laboratorium där han höll på att stöka med mystiska tabeller och magiska formler. Han var sysselsatt med ingenting mindre än själva krönet på sitt livsverk: att på vetenskaplig väg framställa en statistisk gubbe i naturlig storlek!
Minutiöst blandade han i exakta doser alla statistiska fakta om svenska män, hällde ihop dem i provrör och retorter, skakade om, gjorde ett avkok på blandningen och fick på så sätt fram en seg massa varav han med förfarna händer formade en mansperson som låg livlös på ett bord i laboratoriet. I ett annat provrör hade han en lila vätska, sammansatt av alla en svensk mans statistiskt beräknade egenskaper och karaktärsdrag.
"När jag nu droppar i denna vätska i mannens öga, bör enligt alla beräkningar denne mansfigur bli levande, ur statistisk synpunkt sett", väste Dr Frankenstein med av iver halvkvävd stämma. Han droppade. Figuren satte sig upp och såg sig yrvaket omkring. "Tack för senast", sa figuren.
"Allt stämmer!" utropade Dr Frankenstein. "Repliker med hög frekvens i statistiken yttrar han följdriktigt först!" "Ja hej då, botten opp", sa figuren.
Dr Frankenstein döpte sin skapelse till Sven-Erik Medeltal. Sven-Erik Medeltal var en man av medellängd, med normal kroppsbyggnad, cendré-färgat hår och lätt framåtlutande gång. Han var iklädd mellangrå cheviotkostym, randig slips och ganska oborstade skor. Han var rätt beskedlig, tystlåten, trygg, småsävlig, högerhänt och till 48 % socialdemokrat. Han tyckte om fotboll och Hylands Hörna, och var tredje julotta gick han i kyrkan.
Dr Frankenstein ledde nu in Sven-Erik Medeltal i en normallägenhet på två och ett kvarts rum och kök som han på förhand iordningställt i anslutning till sitt laboratorium på Statistiska Centralbyrån. Sven-Erik Medeltal satte sig genast i fåtöljen framför TV-apparaten och rökte en och en tredjedels cigarrett med filter.
"Nu måste jag förklara en del saker för dig, Sven-Erik", sa Dr Frankenstein. "Jag har skapat dig av alla olika sorters medeltal som finns på hela Centralbyrån, och du är konstruerad så att du alltid lever i enlighet med vad statistiken säger, och den ljuger aldrig. Du har ett arbete på en medelstor fabrik här i närheten, du går på bio tre fjärdedels gånger i veckan, och så fort jag hinner ska jag framställa åt dig en statistiskt exakt hustru och ett och ett kvarts barn. Men kom ihåg: jag är din herre, och du lyder obetingat under mina siffror och formler!"
"Jag mår bra. Hur mår du, gamla galosch?" svarade Sven-Erik Medeltal på sitt statistiskt charmfulla vis. Nu levde Sven-Erik Medeltal en tid i enlighet med sin inbyggda statistik. Han läste 1,35 daglig tidning och hade lite småtråkigt i största allmänhet som normalt är. Men det blev förstås mer liv i luckan när Dr Frankenstein blivit klar med hans hustru (som p g a kvinnoöverskottet hade sex fingrar på vänster hand) och hans ett och ett kvarts barn. Lilla kvartingen gjorde visserligen inte så mycket väsen av sig, men det hela barnet skrek enligt statistiken och blötte ner 7,68 blöjor per dygn.
Allt gick en tid enligt Dr Frankensteins beräkningar, och statistiska studiegrupper gjorde då och då besök i familjen Medeltals lägenhet för att bese Dr Frankensteins underverk. Även vid sådana tillfällen uppförde sig givetvis herr och fru Medeltal normalt och tryckte allas händer två gånger, en gång när de kom och en gång när de gick.
"Vi ses när vi råkas", sa Sven-Erik Medeltal. Efter några månader började Dr Frankenstein märka en irritation hos Sven-Erik Medeltal som han trodde sig finna större än den i tabellerna angivna. Till en början tillskrev han irritationen den halva snuva som Sven-Erik ådrog sig var tredje månad, men så småningom blev Sven-Erik så nervös att Dr Frankenstein blev orolig. "Kom ihåg, Sven-Erik", sa Dr Frankenstein, "att du står under mina siffrors kommando. Avviker du från mönstret rubbar du därmed den gudomliga harmoni som råder i statistikens värld. Tag dig i akt, Sven-Erik!" Men Dr Frankenstein hade inte räknat med det normala trots mot överheten som han själv byggt in i Sven-Erik Medeltal. Sven-Erik bidade sin tid.
Slutligen reste Dr Frankenstein bort på en vecka till den Internationella Statistiska Kongressen För Fastställande Av Medelnederbörden i Lombardiet, som hölls i Tokyo. Nu såg Sven-Erik sin chans. Han hade under tidens lopp retat upp sig mer och mer på alla de decimalbråk och allmänna bråk som han var konstruerad att leva efter.
Dr Frankenstein hade fastnat i sin egen fälla; han hade inte tagit med i beräkningen vissa fakta beträffande en människas normala reaktioner visavi statistiska beteendemönster. Om man som Sven-Erik Medeltal under längre tid idkar intimt umgänge med sin hustru 0,21 gånger per dag så blir man statistiskt sett rimligen rätt förbannad så småningom.
Det var därför som Sven-Erik nu gjorde revolt mot sitt livs bråkdelar. Han började en lördagskväll klockan åtta med att inte se på TV 2,6 timmar utan i stället sätta i sig två hela öl (mot föreskrivna 1,37). Därpå älskade han sin hustru två hela gånger (en ökning med 1,79 gånger!), tog sig ett helt bad (mot normalt ett tredjedels), rökte två pipor Dunhill Mixture (mot föreskrivna 0,6 pipor Hamiltons Blandning) och lade sig till sist att sova utan pyjamas (mot normalt 0,75 pyjamas). Han mådde vid insomnandet ganska bra. Nu fick detta Sven-Erik Medeltals beteende oöverskådliga följder för alla andra svenskars beteendemönster, eftersom Sven-Erik var rikslikaren för allt svenskt liv. TV-tittandet sjönk katastrofalt, ölkonsumtionen steg så IOGT måste blixtinkalla till riksstämma i Arboga, sexualumgänget blev åtta gånger intensivare än förut, och det blev ett enastående uppsving i fråga om karbad, piprökning och sänggående utan pyjamas. Och när Sven-Erik påföljande måndag struntade i att gå till arbetet avstannade produktionen i hela landet som genom ett trollslag. Så mycket dank har aldrig tillförne slagits i Sveriges rike!
När Dr Frankenstein kom hem från Tokyo blev han, som statistiken säger att man blir i ett sådant fall, slagen med bestörtning. Vad skulle han göra? Han kunde ju inte ha ihjäl familjen Medeltal, för då skulle hela Sverige avlida som en man. Han kunde knappt ens gräla på Sven-Erik Medeltal, eftersom han då löpte risken att reta upp honom, och därmed alla svenska män, till ursinne. Och det vet man ju vad en retad svensk kan ta sig till, för att inte tala om tre och en halv miljoner! Dr Frankenstein gjorde det enda möjliga i hans situation: han talade varligt med Sven-Erik Medeltal i kompromissens tecken. "Säg hur du vill ha det, Sven-Erik", sa han milt. "Bara hela tal. Tackar som frågar", svarade Sven-Erik. "Inga bråk, bara hela tal. Avrundade uppåt. Hej svejs i lingonskogen." Så om ni får lust att ta en grogg till innan ni går och lägger er är det Sven-Erik Medeltals förtjänst.

viernes, 20 de noviembre de 2015

MERCURY MY ARSE!

Not long ago, I happened to hear a recent theory that MERCURY causes Asperger's syndrome.

And I don't mean THIS kind of MERCURY...

...or THIS OTHER kind of MERCURY...

...but THIS kind of MERCURY. You know, the wild silvery liquid. Atomic number 80, symbol Hg.

It's so dense that a one pound sterling coin floats in mercury.

It happens to be a poison that produces insanity even by inhaling its fumes. 
Yes, mercury was what made the Mad Hatter mad.



And where does Asperger's fit in?




Luna Lovegood





Rita Mordio





Lloyd "Earl of Pudding" Asplund

(my favourite three fictional aspie characters)


So what has mercury got to do with AS? How do we get it inside us, if most thermometers are digital nowadays?

Well, I believe it's a HOAX, a massive hoax, and I would never, ever buy it.