
My first anime convention was Otakon in 2001. I think the triceratops had just died out around that time, so it wasn’t that long ago, but long enough to call it ancient history in this silly little fandom.

My first anime convention was Otakon in 2001. I think the triceratops had just died out around that time, so it wasn’t that long ago, but long enough to call it ancient history in this silly little fandom.

“Love and hate are like two brothers who go on a date.”
That line’s from Avenue Q, the awesome Broadway play that ravages your childhood memories of Sesame Street and turns them into cynical pop culture fodder. It also pretty much describes the relationship between Izaya and Shizuo in Durarara.

I love Lupin the 3rd. He hits all of my fanboy buttons the same way Han Solo, Indiana Jones, and James Bond do. He’s a roguish, slightly amoral action-adventure type who’s more about fortune and glory and getting the girl than saving the day or angsting over stuff like “emotions.” He’s an old-school pulp “hero” who is both larger than life and down-to-earth. He’s capable of seemingly superhuman feats, but he’s also the sort of character you can relate with in a vicarious way. He’s the sort of “perfect” that seems almost attainable if it weren’t for all of those nagging little details that make stuff like “reality” so banal and mundane– that sort of fantasy that’s just outside your grasp.
But I have issues with Lupin. Rather, I have issues with his stories. Lupin is an iconic character, but unlike the other characters I mentioned, he doesn’t have what I would call an iconic career.

The warden called, Sora no Woto. You’ve been given a brief reprieve from your death sentence by the governor of Animeland. New evidence has surfaced and you’ll be given another chance to prove your innocence before a court of law. Make due with this second chance or forever hold your peace.