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Day 597

When I last did a Disney/Universal trip with my family, two of the occupational therapists I booked for had recommended to me an electric scooter. Something I didn’t consider the first time, because it was expensive. It was still expensive to rent, but my parents are much older now and even though my sister and her boyfriend are young, it’s hard to push someone, especially up hills.

Their reasoning for the electric scooter though was about agency. Both of these therapists worked in assessing people for wheelchairs, and agency to them was important.

And a decade later, I have to admit to them, they were right. 

Even though I was often following my family around, going from attraction to attraction, the ability to do so on my own felt a lot better than having to be pushed. I didn’t feel like I was holding anyone up, and if we happened to be passing by somewhere where I wanted to stop, I could… stop that is.

Now it’s not perfect. Beyond the price of renting a scooter, I found that a lot of people don’t pay attention to what goes on around them. On more than one occasion, I had to stop suddening (which is fortunately very easy to do) because of people walking right in front of me.

However, it was certainly a far more enjoyable feeling to be able to get around the theme park on my own, and would certainly do it again.

You know… if I suddenly came into a lot of money…

#accessibility #accessibility in amusement parks

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Day 596

When I took my last trip, which was a 4-5 hour flight, I had not bought anything with me that I could easily do on the plane. This made my flight very painful to do, both ways. So when I packed for this past trip, I took care to bring a larger shoulder bag, while packing my usual smaller one in the suitcase. I then added a Sudoku book, and broke my personal rule around the use of my Switch, and bought the Switch with me.

However, I didn’t take a few things into account.

First, is that my flight going to Florida was at 6 a.m., meaning I had gotten up at 3:15 in the morning in order to have enough time to get to the airport and make it through security. Anyone who knows me, knows that unless I have a super busy day (such as going around an amusement park for 8 hours), I am not going to bed by 9. I was lucky I was able to kick my ass into bed (though not asleep) by 10:30 that previous night.

Secondly, this meant that I was running on maybe 4 hours of sleep by the time we got on the plane.

And thirdly, because of the timing, it meant that I hadn’t taken my ADHD meds yet. The type of medication I use are stimulants, which makes sleeping on purpose slightly more difficult, and makes it less likely I’ll fall asleep due to lack of stimulation (such as doing boring admin work or sitting on a plane doing nothing).

Coupled by the fact the flight was slightly under 3 hours in length, it meant that not only did I fall asleep on the plane, but by the time I woke up, the flight was almost over. This made all my preparations for going on the flight completely useless.

Though I did end up playing on the Switch on the flight back, that would later come back to bite me in the ass.

#though it was a good sleep

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Day 595

It’s been hard getting back into routine, a statement that should not be a surprise to anyone who has tried to build habits. The unfortunate truth is, it’s much easier to fall out of a habit than to build one.

(Though I have thoughts about habits, but that is a post for another time.)

The only thing harder than building habits (or getting back into them) is apparently writing about my life. Specifically about the trip I just took, which is also not a surprise to me. My mom had once suggested to me as a newly graduated undergrad to write about my life. There were a lot of reasons why I balked at that suggestion, but one of them happens to be the nature of writing about your life.

To me, life isn’t one large on-going story, but rather an anthology of stories, thoughts and reflections. Most of which are not traditionally considered worth publishing, primarily due to length and subject than anything else. This is why writing this has been hard, because for some weird reason I think I have to write about my trip in a consistent narrative format.

Which… why do I think this?

This is my personal blog after all, I don’t have to write in any format I don’t want to write in. I could very well just write a few lines every single day about my trip and that would be fine. My stories do not have to be long to be worth writing about.

It’s just one of those weird things I have to get over.

#writing difficulties

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Day 594

As I currently settle back into my home and the quietness of just my person and Sherlock the cat, I’m taking time to consider what comes next now that the trip is over. It feels like a whirlwind that I haven’t quite processed. There are things to write (and write I shall, as I have no other way to keep these memories of mine).

However, being back also means being back in routine, or as close to routine as I still have the rest of the week off. A choice I made in order to put myself back together again. Like I had mentioned before my trip, due to it being so close to the end of the month it’s time to send up for May (and a new journal).

It also means to do the many little things that keep my life going. Such as the laundry, or accounting, and the like. In the meantime, I hope to finish journaling setup and writing a series of things from my trip.

Especially since I didn’t really take many pictures this time around, granted the most interesting things couldn’t have a picture taken, but that’s a thing for another time.

#back from trip #now time to do things

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Day 593

I haven’t written here in a while, because I’ve been busy. The problem of really caring about your job (my parents would call it passion) is that I do stupid shit for it. Working overtime to wrap up my workload so it doesn’t murder my co-worker while I’m gone is one of those things.

I barely managed to get off on time (something I promised myself because I have to sleep at a somewhat decent time to be up at 3:15 a.m. in the morning the next day.

Good news is, this early morning wake up isn’t because of medical reasons, I am going on a trip.

Bad news is, this requires a plane ride, and I don’t really look forward to those.

It shouldn’t be too bad, apparently it’s not a long flight and I’ll still be in the same timezone which means I don’t have to worry about jetlag. Though there is a non-zero chance I will forget to take my ADHD meds because I’m not taking it at 3 a.m. in the morning.

There are still one or two last minute things I need to do, like chuck my trash into the dumpster on the way out and pack in the last of the things that I can’t pack now because I’m still using them.

The only good thing is, I’m less nervous about forgetting things. I had a running list for a long time now of what I need, but you won’t hear from me for a while… again.

#traveling #oh god

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Day 592

I have been procrastinating on writing about the hidden object game, Abyss: Wraiths of Eden for two weeks. In fact I haven’t even noted it in my gaming journal (which I think I need to rethink how I use said journal, but that is a problem for future me).

Hidden object games are always a hit or miss, because they’re the equivalent of buying one of those 100 page (with 12 point font) youth books (think Goosebumps, the Baby-Sitters: Little Sisters series, etc). You never quite know what you’re going to get, but if you buy enough from a particular genre you can make a few good guesses.

From the name alone and the store page cover art, I had assumed I was going to be playing a mystery, suspense hidden object game probably set in some old vintage timeline judging by the female lead’s clothing. The fact that the images showed something similar to the design of Bioshock (underwater city and all) made me think of the 1960s. 

Here was the thing, all of the set pieces were very much 1960s Bioshock like design in terms of backgrounds and settings, but the characters and the narrative which landed the main character into this world was more modern 90s. Also mind you, this was a game released in 2012, which was the era of very uncanny 3D character models, so there were issues.

But I’m here for the game play, and narrative. Sure the narrative is kind of tropey (uncovering lost ancient supernatural secrets), but you play these types of games for the comfort and to unwind. Even if it’s a suspense driven game, because hidden object games are great for tense moments and the occasional jumpscare.

After the 5th goddamn jumpscare I decided I wasn’t going to play this game anymore. I don’t mind jumpscares in hidden object games, they’re very well suited for that, or surprise changes to the set dressing. However, it got to the point where I would just lean back and tense up when I knew I would be forced to backtrack because that was when it would happen. And there wasn’t anything fascinating or even story driven about the jumpscares, it was just me trying to go somewhere and then a cutscene would occur, and having that happen several times is not great for me.

So I didn’t finish it, which is frustrating because in terms of how it works mechanically it works well. It just couldn’t enjoy the story, between the weird inconsistency about the setting and the too many times I got startled. I'm just not into this.

#Abyss: Wraiths of Eden #hidden object game #hidden object games #sometimes you just don't like a game

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Day 591

One of the nicest gifts I could give myself on a Friday is taking the afternoon off.

Or at least that is what I would say if that had been the case, about the afternoon off being a gift that is.

I don’t know if anyone follows this little writing blog, but as some might have noticed I get sick a lot. This has been an occurring thing since 2021, and the last three infections happened in a shorter time frame than my ones I’ve had previously. Granted, as I mentioned before, I’ve also had shorter treatment times.

Anyhow my doctor had decided it’s been a hot decade since I last got a CT scan, so it was probably time for a new CT scan. Just in case. Mind you, the last time I got a CT scan I was in the hospital, and I also puked when they put the dye into me.

For those not familiar with CT scans, the way it works is that they inject through your veins a dye to allow them to see what is going on when the scan happens. When I was in grade 10 or 11, I actually had to undergo a CT scan about once a week because of a pocket of infection the doctors were trying to get rid of. The result of that is, the dye makes me very nauseous, and I rarely feel nauseous. That symptom is under the category of, if I feel that, something is very wrong.

As a result, when I was a kid the nurses used to inject manually into me, to prevent that. When I became an adult, the last two times I’ve had a CT scan it was done by machine and I’ve thrown up both times. It was not pleasant and I was not looking forward to this.

It turns out they had updated their CT machine last summer, which includes an improved injector. Did I still heave? Yes, did I throw up? No, so that was an improvement. 

It also was all done before work started, because my appointment was 5:40 a.m. in the morning, but I was so awake by then that I decided to just hop onto my computer at home and work. I had actually booked the morning off and asked my coworker if she could cover for me in the afternoon instead of the morning, because I knew I would crash.

I even had the bright idea to order enough food for lunch and dinner (it was expensive but worth it). After dragging myself away from the computer, I had lunch and then took a nap. I’m very much hoping to finally catch up on the sleep I’ve been missing this coming weekend.

#health #ct scans #chronic illness

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Day 590

So I may have given a bunch of people a heart attack today; I feel bad about that because for some reason I wasn’t as worried as they were?

Which, looking back on it, I should have been. It is one of those cases where my thought process resulted in me not thinking of the worst case scenario and therefore wasn’t worried. At all… It probably didn’t help that I order and then claim insurance on my medical supplies so regularly that I forget that I am paying for several hundred dollars worth of stuff.

Anyhow, I had on Monday checked to see if my supplies were in, and since I didn’t want to bother my parents I was more than willing to pay the 10 dollar fee to get them delivered to me. They were supposed to arrive yesterday, and they didn’t.

Weird… but I had thought someone just forgot to make sure they were given to the courier. So I called the pharmacy, my reasoning being that I’m working on site tomorrow so I either need the supplies to arrive today or on Friday. Little did I know that apparently the courier had indicated they delivered my supplies yesterday.

In fact I wouldn’t find this out until one of the residents in the other building knocked on my door today with both boxes of my supplies. The poor guy had to carry them both to me, as it turned out he had been away yesterday and came back today with the boxes at his front door. Which was confusing, because the courier has a policy that they must call and get a hold of someone to drop off the boxes. Cause you know… expensive medical equipment.

It turns out that the call in system, to ensure privacy, only shows the last name of all the residents. Not the units they live in. My parents live in the other building and if you’re wondering why they mixed up the buildings. It’s because the building you think should be the first building in the driveway according to numeral logic is not the first building you see. Not to mention, between my mother’s obsession with Temu and my father’s obsession with Amazon they always get packages. I forgot about this, by the way, until the courier people called me two hours after my neighbour showed up.

It turned out they buzzed my parents, and because neither of us have a landline, it buzzes to our cell phones. My dad was out (my mother is not in the country), and so he let the courier in and told them to leave it at his door as he was on the way home. However, we do not have the same apartment number, so it was left in the wrong building at the same unit number as me.

This results in my father coming home, not seeing anything in the lobby or at his front door and being horribly confused. It would never occur to him to call me, because of all the packages he gets. Meanwhile my poor neigbours sees two large boxes of medical supplies at his doorstep. And then, the pharmacy and courier people are having a goddamn heart attack because I reported around 800 dollars worth of supplies missing.

I feel so sorry for everyone involved and I have told them in the future I will tell the pharmacy people to put my cell number on the slip the next time I get the supplies delivered. It does sound like I should be more upset about this, but frankly before GPS became really, really good, I was lucky if anyone found my building at all, so a once in a lifetime mess up is not a big deal.

#also I was too tired to go ask for a ride to get my supplies

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Day 589

One of the weirder things I do, in my off time when the mood strikes me, is design D&D characters around a story concept. Often choosing items, subclasses and origins to suit my needs.

I haven’t been feeling particularly well, as stated yesterday because antibiotics are bitch.

However, @wereah, my dear, dear friend (as I remind myself) and artist to Chimera Academy had run across an artistic prompt and then promptly infected me with it. So there is this prompt (meme) where you draw your original characters and then you draw your original characters after their corruption arc. 

And it’s not necessarily turn your character evil (though I assume most people read it that way), but rather what would happen if things went south for your character and they didn’t come out of that experience unscathed. Needless to say, because Cael and Dorothea from Chimera Academy are her favourite duo (also because they are very ride and die for each other), she has been drawing sketches of those two.

I may have flamed that fire by pointing out some spoiler plot points in the original story that could absolutely go south if I was particularly mean, to the point where the two would trauma bond in very unhealthy ways. To be fair though, she started it.

Apparently last night, she made a corrupted AU in her head and aged up the two characters to the age of 20. So instead of taking a nap for my damn headache, I decided to spend way too much time with the character creator, messing with their subclasses to tell a story of how corrupted those two got.

So now I have two corrupted characters with an introduction in my head that reads as follows:

“Chimera Academy was once known as the premier school in the empire, but now most infamous for creating monsters. Heroic monsters, but monsters nonetheless…”

#chimera academy #corruption arc #no we're not doing another story #were-ah must give me those sketches before I share my head canons #hear that sweetie? I'm not telling you shit until I get those sketches #now I am going to take a nap

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Day 588

I have taken three naps today, double that amount if you include chair dozing which I haven’t done since going on ADHD meds.

There are severe regrets about my needs to get things done before I go on my trip. I’m very tired.

#very short blog #sleepy baby #my emails are the only reason why I haven't given up yet

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Day 587

So… I hadn’t mentioned four days ago that I am technically sick again. By sick I mean, I’m on medication again. And if you think it’s too soon, it is, it’s been three months. The only good news is that last time I was on medication for a week, and I’m on medication for a week this time, instead of two weeks.

As a result, it kind of evens itself all out (not really but I’m trying to be positive here). 

The thing is, my original plan was to pretend everything was normal otherwise. Primarily because, minus some possible tiredness (the nature of ADHD meds makes it difficult to tell) and a few other things I actually wasn’t feeling bad when I had to red flag it to my doctor. I’m not in pain and I have full mobility, which is always a plus.

However, I forgot that the medication really puts me out.

It’s really hard to carry on like nothing is wrong when  you want to nap part way through the day and doing your usual food run leaves you kind of tired. Knowing I have to set expectations for the rest of the week is hard… recognizing I can’t do everything I want to do is very fucking annoying. 

At least it’s only a week, I'm already halfway through my treatment so there’s that at least.

#sick again #chronic illness #so tired of meds

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Day 586

When @wereah and I tell each other we have the same brain rot, it’s not necessarily about liking the same things. In fact there are times where our preferences in tropes and media are very different.

When we say, we have the same brain rot it means our general interests align up often enough that we tend to share the same thought processes when it comes to our hobbies and media. This was the reason why when we did written roleplays we had a lot of fun because we tended to just vibe off of each other a lot. 

I point this out because I realized that without prompting, asking or even giving it a second thought I have watched the first season of Heaven’s Official Blessing with Were-Ah in a way that delights them and would have annoyed everyone else. That is, we paused a lot.

In fact, by the third episode, we already had come up with a term for it by telling the other to “put a pin in it”. Let me be clear, I don’t normally watch shows like that. It was not how I was raised and I’m well aware it would annoy anyone else.

I’m also well aware that most people don’t talk about the things that Were-Ah and I like to talk about. We both seem to lean towards the technical side of things when discussing media. We are the same people who once debated back and forth on the priority coding for the dialogue in Rune Factory 4, and watched Monarch’s 2.0 debut of her new vtuber avatar to discuss how it was put together.

Which is probably why we ended up working on Chimera Academy together, and have done so for as long as we have. Chimera Academy is the ultimate, let’s have long conversations about the technical aspects of our storytelling behind the scenes.

Because we both have the same brain rot.

#hobbies #talking about narratives

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Day 585

As mentioned earlier, one of the things I have finally caught up on was the game Garden Life. I had actually given into the brain gremlin of starting over in order to see if my plan was a more effective way to get through the story mode. 

For those not familiar with Garden Life, it’s a gardening simulation game, where your character takes over a community garden after the previous owner passes away leaving a gap in the community. So you’re tasked with getting the garden up and running, helping out the residents with their plant requests and helping the residents move on.

I personally think that the story mode could be made stronger by giving more talking points to the residents and providing a bit of relationship building, but honestly the strength in this game is really the ability to design your own garden. It’s primarily why most people bought the game including myself.

As you can tell from the screenshots, it is a beautiful game, but the thing that has given this garden its beauty unfortunately also limits it. It also weirdly changes how you play the game.

See, unlike other games where you grow plants, the plants of Garden Life are not a single static image. Instead each plant is made up of several parts. Each plant is coded to grow according to a series of rules (depending on its type) with randomization thrown in to ensure the plants all grow in an organic manner. On top of this, one of the rules that apply to all of the plants is that if you cut a part of the plant off, there is a random chance that it will grow more depending on where it’s cut and again, how it grows is randomized. There’s also some collision coding in these plants to ensure they won’t grow into walls, or decoration, or the hit box that denotes where an item is to prevent collision is complex.

Like the plants won’t grow through the walls of the greenhouse, but they will grow through a fence, because a fence as a whole of holes for it to grow through. They will also, depending on the plant type, grow into each other to fill each other out more. Though how it decides this is completely beyond me.

But like I said before, due to so much going on underneath the hood of this game, it has forced the devs to put in a plant limit. Which doesn’t even work for everyone; my computer is fine, but there have been reports that the game crashes for others. The problem is though, due to the plant limit (and the less effective way seed variations are randomized) the most effective way to play story mode is not the most satisfying way to play the game.

Ideally, the way players would prefer to play the game is that as seed variations are unlocked, they will plant those seed variations and keep them. With the end result of having every single flower and variation in the game, in their garden. By the time you finish the game, you’d ideally have a garden full of a variety of plants that you have organically gathered as you progress through the game. Often with multiples of the same plant for easy harvesting and to fill out how the garden looks.

However the plant limit prevents that, and the randomization of the plant variants can lead to frustration. The most effective way to play this game is to only plant what you need. This means planting one plant at a time in a large amount, using fertilizers to make them grow and seed, and then harvesting them until you get the seeds you want. Dig up all the plants, rinse, repeat. Same thing for fulfilling requests or game quests.

I ended up, after finishing story mode, starting a new game in creative mode so I could just design a garden. Not exactly the way I wanted because of the plant limit. Mindful of that limit, I filled the garden with all the items I thought I would like to have, and then grew plants around those items accordingly. This made it seem like a much fuller garden than what it was, though I still reached the plant limit in that mode as well.

This was still a game I really enjoyed despite its limitations. Though I won’t deny a large part of it is that I’m in awe of the coding. Even if this is not your genre of game, or you’re disappointed by the limitations, it doesn’t remove the fact that what was done for this game is really amazing. They could have just used static images, or even made a variety of static images for the same plant, but they didn’t and I think that’s really cool.

#indie games #garden life: a cozy sim #garden life #game coding

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Day 584

I had hoped the last time I defrosted my fridge that I wouldn’t have to do so for another six months. As it happens, it took three months (if that) for it to form ice again causing the fan to sound like an airplane ready to take off.

And that is on top of being on meds (again).

I’m actually impressed with myself that my first reaction wasn't to go out and purchase stationary (though I’m definitely replacing the damn fridge after my trip). Though I can’t tell if that is because I developed some self control, or if there wasn’t anything I really wanted at the moment, or because I know that there is no room for more stationary at the moment.

Probably a combination of the three to be honest.

Besides, I already know my layout themes for the rest of the year, so there’s really no reason to go buy anything… at all.

I might as well save my money for another fridge, priorities are a necessity as a somewhat functioning adult.

#blog #adult problems #fucking fridge

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Day 583

My mom always told me, when it came to keeping house, that all the little things to keep your place clean, only takes a minute. Just a minute.

It’s a good sentiment to have if you can build it as part of your routine, but it’s also a sentiment that sometimes can backfire.

As I had stated before, I’m trying to get back into routine now that extra hours are over and I don’t have to stay late. Even though most of the back up work was done, there were still bits and pieces leftover, which was today’s major task. When the day was supposed to end, I had the thought.

Sending these batches of emails will only take a minute.

That was the devil talking frankly, and so I just stayed long enough to re-organize my to-do list for tomorrow and then left. Because frankly, I have other things I need to get onto in my own personal life. Walking away from something like that isn’t always the easiest thing to do, but it’ll be worth it to get my life back in order… again.

#work life balance #I'm trying here

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Day 582

One of the weird by-products of using a journaling method that requires you to set up for a month at a time is that it creates an artificial ‘new year’ effect. While the go-getters of the world would question why anyone would wait for the ‘new year’ to start a new habit, try a new thing or just improve in general, there is something to be said about the feeling of starting anew. 

A fresh page if you will, the chance to try again. There really is something motivating about thinking you have a chance to be better.

This is emphasized during monthly set up, because the setup process is a chance to change something you didn’t like before, or to experiment. It encourages you to try something else, to change or keep trying. 

Like even though I’m going to travel in April, I have already decided to make another change to my set up. That is, seeing what happens if I make my Sundays, my cleaning days. Going through my weekly cleaning list to see how much of it I can get done before the day is over, and then updating my weekly log accordingly. This shifts the day my journal reset happens from being the day before to the day of my new week, but it’s worth a try to see what would happen.

It’s also the reason why this past month my exercise intervals have been 10 minutes instead of 15 minutes. Intervals that may change back to 15 minutes if I start hitting the upper limit of 40 minutes on a regular basis instead of once a full moon.

And I am probably going to change my setup again when I migrate journals in May. In fact, I know I will be, because I haven’t been using the spreads meant to last the whole journal’s lifespan. So here’s hoping April will be a better month than last month.

#journaling #little improvements

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Day 581

So @wereah and I have begun to watch Heaven’s Official Blessing together. The topic came up when we were discussing examples of Asian characters in a cartoon or animated form. Specifically Chinese because drawing Chinese characters have kind of always been Were-Ah’s white whale, with Cael and his father being the latest characters Were-Ah is determined to draw.

For those not aware, in the past several years there has been a rise in Chinese animation studios telling stories for a Chinese audience. We’ve seen a few of these hit movie theaters, with a 3D animation style heavily inspired by the likes of Pixar. However, there have also been animation studios heavily inspired by Japanese animation and recently have been picked up by streaming services.

And… the thing I was not expecting when we got into this, was finding out that apparently doing edits to animated shows to make them more ‘understandable’ or ‘acceptable’ for a western audience was still a thing. 

For those who are not as old as I am (and fuck am I old), it was not uncommon in the late 90s and early 2000s to make edits to anime during the dubbing process to make it more understandable or more acceptable for a western audience. Part of it was censoring because the anime translated used to be for TV, and was often meant for an older demographic than what it was marketed to, due to misunderstandings on who cartoons were for. However, another part of it was a distrust of the audience not understanding that this was translated from another culture, and as a result certain cultural references or tropes were cut or re-edited with western sensibilities in mind.

When we first started watching Heaven’s Official Blessing, we actually started on the Funimation website because the two first episodes were for free. Due to a cliffhanger however, Were-Ah searched for where else the series might be posted so neither of us had to get a Funimation subscription. 

It turned out, it was on Netflix (which Were-Ah had), and that it was cut differently than what was on the Funimation website. And when I talk about being “cut differently” I mean where the episodes start and end. We had left off on the Funimation website on episode 3, but upon watching it, it looked part of episode 2. When we looked at the run time for each episode it didn’t look like Netflix shortened any of the episodes. This could only mean one thing.

The version that Funimation had, which was a dubbed show, had removed bits and pieces from the original show.

So we ended up watching the first two episodes again, which was in the original Mandarin language with subtitles. Which I really recommend, not because I’m snobby about dub versions, but because it can be easy to miss references verbally, even if the dub was true to the translation.

It was fascinating to watch, because what had happened was that the pacing of the story was quickened by removing bits and pieces that would have drawn the storytelling out. Some of these were very small bits of animation, like a shot of koi swimming in a pond or the pouring of tea. Others were weirdly important to the story, like when the main character Xie Lian was explaining the story behind a ghost he and his group were cutting. During his explanation, it cut to a storybook style paper cut scene as he explained what had happened, which we didn’t see before.

Were-Ah commented on how the Netflix version made it more serious and had also noted how the Funimation version seems to be a bit more comedic in tone as Xie Lian seemed like a hot mess. Whereas in the Netflix version it was pretty clear this was man playing the fool. That being said, there were also a lot of context clues that were missing in the dubbed version.

Some of it was certainly the result of trying to fit the voiceover with the mouth movements, but some of it was also just not bothering to put it in, or changing it to change the context. It was a fascinating watch, and I stayed up longer than I should have last night, but it was fun.

I’m just a bit disappointed that doing edit cuts like that is still a thing in 2024.

#funimation #netflix #show edits #dub edits #heaven's official blessing