HAPPY BURFDAY MURICA
'that's not real music'
ok what would you classify as real music
do you want me to play an old recorder and dance around a fucking bonfire chanting a rain dance tune is that real enough for you you stupid pretentious bitch
Dammit, I’ll never be able to hear this song the same way again.
When I grow up I want to be Ming-Na Wen.
She’s the voice of Mulan, as if she wasn’t amazing enough.
She broke it with her fingers. Not a fist, her fingers.
Girl is 50 years old.
FIFTY. YEARS. OLD.
fun fact: When you break things with your hands like that you have t break your fingers on purpose before so that they heal stronger. So basically this woman is so badass she broke her hands just to do this.
You asshat, you’re making it sound like she snaps her fingers in half.
Martial artists like Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee (and yes, fucking Ming-Na Wen, that beautiful badass) will build up their bone strength by repeatedly (and fairly gently) striking sand, gravel, wood and steel - this creates tons of microfractures in their bones (smaller than even a hairline fracture) so the bones will heal over again and make the bones stronger and denser with increased deposits of calcium.
This has to be done over long-ass periods of time, so the bones have time to heal, and none of the fractures expand into actual breaks.
Oh, and she’s doing precise-ass kicks in HIGH HEELS.
she kicks ass like a coursing river
with all the force of a great typhoon
With all the strength of a raging fire
As adorable as the dark side of the moooooooon
The day Bison graced her village was the most important day of her life…but for me, it was Tuesday.
Mighty Mites: the only reason I ever watched Owl/TV back in the day.
Ever since I was young I’ve always loved the concept of shrinking, the idea of being able to make myself tiny whenever I wanted—either to explore, interact, and have fun with normal things/people from a downsized perspective or to simply enjoy the novelty of smallness—and as a result I often find myself gravitating towards certain fiction works where normal-sized folks contend with being shrunk, willingly or unwillingly, and the ensuing mini-shenanigans (though it still depends on how everything is approached and handled).
The start of my weird obsession with this theme? Watching this recurring segment from this old educational show as a kid.
(in an ironic twist, my favorite sport is basketball)
"If white people are so privileged why is there a Black Entertainment Network and no White Entertainment Network?"
"Men don’t have privilege, there are women’s only gyms!"
"Why isn’t there a campus centre for straight/cis people!?"
SAME REASONS WHY IN MARIO KART YOU DON’T GET BLUE SHELLS OR LIGHTNING BOLTS WHEN YOU’RE ALREADY IN FIRST PLACE, ASSBAG.
Mario Kart: an agent for social justice since 1992.
Berryz Kobo was my gateway into idols, proper. And in many ways, into fandom, proper.
I honestly have to say that my life has been enriched, and that I have become a better person because of my continuing journey through the world as an idol fan, and so I will have eternal gratitude to Berryz for it.
I may not follow them currently, but you never forget your first.
Congratulations on 10 years, girls. Thank you for willingly sharing your lives for the world to see. You’ve made it a better place. No matter where you go from here, you’ll always have done that.
I have Berryz to thank for convincing me to stay a fan just as I was considering calling it quits two years ago; they also helped me with seeking out new frontiers and getting over some really bad memories.
As Slack of JPH!P once said: “Idols are magic!”
Mizuki Fukumura is quite the artist.
My contributions to a silly thread on JPH!P asking to fill in your own ideas of what she drew on that notepad. Hopefully some of these references don’t go over your head.