Howdy! I’ve been trying to stay sane during the pandemic by cooking too much of everything and revisiting the domestic lives of Shirou and Kenji. Perhaps someone out there is a similar mood, so I’m releasing an improved batch of my subs including the special episode for a better rewatching experience! The translation is still the same, I’ve merely changed the font and reconsidered my line breaks.
About: Shirou and Kenji (played by Nishijima Hidetoshi and Uchida Seiyou) are a forty-something gay couple living in Tokyo. Shirou, fondly nicknamed Shiro-san by Kenji, is a frugal lawyer who loves cooking, budgeting and keeping things in order while Kenji is a freespirited hairdresser who prefers to live in the moment.
Despite their differences, they make their relationship work by appreciating the small joys of every-day life and unwinding at the dinner table every single night.
The show is first and foremost a cooking show. Food and cooking are heavily featured in every episode. At the same time, the story chronicles Shirou’s journey towards a more relaxed outlook on life, touching upon themes such as relationships with parents, in-laws and colleagues, coming out, ageing, and finding your community.
Manga: The story is based on an on-going manga by Yoshinaga Fumi which has been licenced in English. There are 17 volumes available in Japanese now. Time passes in the manga as it does in the real world, meaning Shirou and Kenji have aged over ten years in the story. There is no thrilling drama. Much of the changes and plot only become visible in retrospect, much like life itself.
Episodes: All episodes have been translated and subbed by me, and I ask you to please refrain from uploading my subs to other websites. They have been uploaded to some streaming sites in the past, but I haven’t authorised those uploads.
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episodes are 30 minutes long, excluding the new year’s special which is 76 minutes long. To watch, please make sure that the file
names match and that you have saved both the episode and the subtitle
file in the same folder. If the links are broken in a reblog, please access this post on my blog because I may have changed the Google Drive.
Today, the original “Discord” by Eurobeat Brony turns 10 years old! Alongside my songs in Super Eurobeat and Initial D, it remains one of my proudest works, inspiring numerous updated versions and stellar remixes.
i need some of you to realize that call out culture, by design, rewards people who make the most outrageous & aggressive accusations, without regards to truth or context. it encourages people to misconstrue, to erase context, to outright lie. it feeds the instinct to attack, with or without cause.
and that naturally enables certain types of people (terfs, exclusionists, bigots) who already have a vitriolic bandwagon behind them,to target & harass minority bloggers whose inclusive platforms they do not like to see becoming popular.
this has happened time and again, it has driven good people off this site, it is traumatic and unhealthy to everyone involved. purity culture creates an atmosphere of fear & paranoia, i am begging you to reexamine this attitude of mob violence in online spaces
Going to recommend to my followers the Youtube series “The Alt-Right Playbook,” specifically the episodes Ship of Theseus and Never Play Defense. It’s frightening how many callout supporters don’t realize they’re using right-wing tactics to shut down discussion and distort the truth, purposefully or not.
And also, fuck it, both Natalie Wynn and Lindsay Ellis, while not literally perfect, have both been the victims of the Twitter version of this mentality to the extent that both allege they had mental health crises from the constant harassment and critically, the attempts to isolate them from allies. They describe how the mob made them fear working with anyone by practicing constant guilt by association with anyone seen near them.
Their videos on the subject of their experiences (and note that these were connected incidents, as each received spillover from the other’s “cancelation”) are shockingly similar in narrative: an incident, minor in itself, sparks a callout, which then snowballs into groups of people, some of them probably false flag actors, rapidly digging up and spinning hundreds of questionable or even totally inoccuous things and adding them to the list until the list of charges is vast, impossible or at least humiliating to comprehensively answer, and laced with actual fabrication. Amid this the mob reaches such a fever pitch that the threats of violence and “kys” begin to overwhelm all else. As it cools down other people already start trying to convince the canceled person that it was all just level-headed criticism, and that taking it as a personal attack (you know, like death threats) was a sign of the canceled person’s own mental instability.
I know we throw around the term gaslighting willy-nilly but I think that’s literally what it means.
And this keeps happening. The mob literally spammed messages during the Lindsay Ellis nonsense saying “Sarah Z, you’re next” and right now there are people on Tumblr trying to spin her review of the new Lorde album into… something.
Literally the inciting incident can be anything. For Lindsay Ellis it was commenting on the similarity between ATLA and Raya, which are fucking similar things. For Wynn it was a regrettable ten second cameo from a person with admittedly truscum opinions, whom she should have vetted better.
The reason it can be anything is thst you have a mixture of abused queer teenagers mirroring abusive behaviors, literal nazis and terfs and nazi terfs (a very small venn diagram) posing as leftists to sew discord, various people with mental illnesses whose online engagement is unhealthy, and various other people who are not acting out of pure rational interest in the moral behavior of online creators, all shielded with comparative anonymity on platforms like Twitter that are antithetical to nuanced discussion. Once you have a critical mass of people displaying this behavior they will attract more people, thrilled with being part of a mob, essentially.
If you find yourself mirroring this behavior… you need to stop and do some self-examination. Maybe try to get in therapy, because this behavior is often a sign of an unhealthy emotional engagement with internet creators that can be symptomatic of many emotional or mental problems.
You’re not taking down R. Kelly. This is not that thing. You’re participating in the mass harassment of a stranger on the internet. Over what?
I think both of these are very enlightening. My summary of the events is incomplete and by the fact itself I can’t tell you what it’s like to be the victim of a Twitter mob. They can.
If there’s one thing I wish my neighbourhood had, it’s an auto parts store. Although the internet is delightful and my avowed preference for getting cheap new parts, your friendly local auto parts store is essential for those 4pm “oh shits” on Sunday afternoon. And without one close by, everything that breaks becomes a car drive away from getting a replacement part. Suddenly, if you’ve noticed two bad gaskets in one water pump replacement job, you’ve lost two hours of wrenching time just going back and forth.
Now, the chain that’s closest to my place does have delivery, but only during the weekdays. A dude comes in a little Chevy hatchback with a giant fibreglass hat on the top bearing the logo of the store. He’s used to delivering to big businesses like Ted’s Car-Unfucking Salon, so when he encounters a regular house, he just doesn’t know what to do. Most of the time, he leaves several hundred dollars’ worth of parts on your porch right before flooring it on his way out of your neighbourhood.
Now, I haven’t had any porch pirates in the last few years – Mr. Cho, who lives on my block, was very interested back in May 2016 when I went by his Friday night poker game and told him about the alternator that got stolen. In June of 2016, I was driving to work and I saw the fire department working hard to get down the body of some guy with no skin hanging off the street light. Ever since then, no problems. That might not be the case for your neighbourhood, which is not lucky enough to lay claim to a Mr. Cho or substitute good citizen thereof.
That’s why I’ve adopted a sort of “middle-ground” policy to the entire auto parts store problem. They’ve got a pretty big parking lot over at the store, so why not just do the entire job out there? It’s not like they can really do much to me once I’ve taken the front subframe out, and if I miss their closing time, I’m basically first in line for when they open.
The real genius of all this is that if I don’t get my car running in time to go to work the next morning, I can just use my phone to order some parts to the office and hop into the hat-car as it leaves. Sure, a citizen riding shotgun on a parts delivery is not “allowed” by corporate, but he knows who I live near.
