I think maybe my coping mechanism wasn't the tea, but my incredible powers of self-delusion, and also my snarky brother.
Azumanga Daioh is this wonderful, wonderful, ridiculous anime about a prodigy by the name of Chiyo being accelerated into high school. She is tiny and cute and pig-tailed and has a voice that causes teeth to fall from my head. I have often fondly called it my prozac for the soul. It's just about a bunch of Japanese school girls going through Japanese High School and it's all very ordinary and sweet and has no tentacles. It can also be trippy, but in an awesome Japanese way, not in a SCRAPING LIKE NAILS ACROSS THE BLACKBOARD OF MY SOOOUUUUL way, which is Silent Hill when it is trippy.
Essentially, it is as far from Silent Hill as it can possibly be without actually existing in a seperate dimension.
This lj roleplaying thing is harder than I thought. I keep catching myself posting messages in which James starts ranting incoherently about his brother hogging all the internet time, and how happy he is with his new formal dress.
(I LIVE ON THROUGH THIS ARM is the greatest plot device ever invented, and you should play Metal Gear Solid in order to discover its myriad ways of being awesome. The Plot Device Arm is only one of many, including two different crotch grabs, a vampire, time paradoxes (paradoxii?) and characters being inexplicably and intentionally (by the creators) gay with each other.)
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Azumanga Daioh is this wonderful, wonderful, ridiculous anime about a prodigy by the name of Chiyo being accelerated into high school. She is tiny and cute and pig-tailed and has a voice that causes teeth to fall from my head. I have often fondly called it my prozac for the soul. It's just about a bunch of Japanese school girls going through Japanese High School and it's all very ordinary and sweet and has no tentacles. It can also be trippy, but in an awesome Japanese way, not in a SCRAPING LIKE NAILS ACROSS THE BLACKBOARD OF MY SOOOUUUUL way, which is Silent Hill when it is trippy.
Essentially, it is as far from Silent Hill as it can possibly be without actually existing in a seperate dimension.
This lj roleplaying thing is harder than I thought. I keep catching myself posting messages in which James starts ranting incoherently about his brother hogging all the internet time, and how happy he is with his new formal dress.
(I LIVE ON THROUGH THIS ARM is the greatest plot device ever invented, and you should play Metal Gear Solid in order to discover its myriad ways of being awesome. The Plot Device Arm is only one of many, including two different crotch grabs, a vampire, time paradoxes (paradoxii?) and characters being inexplicably and intentionally (by the creators) gay with each other.)