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Trigun Coming to Cartoon Network
MoeMoe writes "Well I was just watching Cartoon Network and it looks like Trigun will begin airing in just a couple of weeks. The CN website gives a brief description here" Trigun is among my favorite anime series. It gets a little crazy by the end, but for the most part it's pretty lighthearted fun, with some great action. CN sure seems to love the Anime Sci Fi Westerns. I wonder if they'll carry some of the fluffier stuff besides Tenchi. Love Hina would be a fun choice. Or Excel Saga.
FIRST WAR POST
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fuck the war
it have any SHOCK or AWE in it.
I talked with Obi-Wan tonight, as the fires were dying and the celebration waned. My teacher spoke wisely, and my resolve was strengthened before it could be tested. Before Han left me in the darkness, lips lingering over mine, comforting me for the loss of something I never really had. Too many times I've rushed ahead without a thought for the consequences. Even when warned by those wiser and stronger, I thought I knew best. Headstrong, Master Yoda called me. Reckless. I'm done with all that now. It would be easy for me to set my destiny aside and give up on living the life of a Jedi. I saw myself on that other path tonight, when Han was next to me, his passion cutting through my soul, every thrust a plea for a different kind of future. I once dreamed of being at his side, free among the stars, chasing the temporary, discovering the moment. Reality led to the crisp edges of disaster, where cost outweighed romantic illusion, and dreams shattered into obligations. I've been fighting for this very moment to come, the moment when all of us would be free to make our choices. Leia will choose the one thing she was born to do - she will lead the new Republic which will rise from the tatters of this small rebellion. Han... I don't know what path he'll choose. Perhaps he would have stayed, if he'd been given a reason. Now I dread his departure. I half expect to find him gone when this night is over. I wonder what he'll say to Leia, what she'll feel, but I haven't the strength to think that far ahead. I strayed away from the joy, still too close to darkness to celebrate this day. I defeated my father, saved him, lost him, and the sharpness is no less severe because of the evil he embodied as Vader. When I stood by his pyre, watching his body consumed by the flames, I wondered who he'd been before he was this corpse, this thing to be sacrificed for the greater good. I rejoiced to see my friends alive... my sister... but I could not draw myself away from the inevitable. I called to Obi-Wan as Yoda taught me, and he was there, more in my mind than the shifting icy apparition he's been in the past. I resisted the urge to ask the same nagging question - *what are you now?* -- and focused on the issue of training, of talent, of what could be done now that there is no one to direct me in the ways of the Force. Ben was clear on many points, but he held firm to one thing in particular. I am chosen to lead the way for generations of new Jedi, to find and train them. If I abandon this task, others may be identified and turned to the Dark Side. I'm not sure I'm as ready as Obi-Wan seems to think I am. I'm crushed underneath the expectations of an entire galaxy. It's too much. I can't allow Han to pay the potential price of my selfish need. And I can't afford the distraction, and the consequences, love brings. The taint of my father's deeds is a painful legacy, and redemption must be a task I undertake alone. As a matter of course, Han came looking for me. I knew he would, knew he was coming for me before he exhaled the breath that brought him to his feet and down the bridge. I've always known what he feels for me, even when he wasn't fully conscious of it, even when he was trying to pawn those feelings off on Leia. I'm not the innocent I once was. That boy disappeared a piece at a time in the hangars of Hoth, the swamps of Dagobah, the thin air of Bespin, the flames of the pyre. "What's going on?" he asked me, that half-crooked grin lighting his face. "I've had some thinking to do," I answered him truthfully, feeling the warmth of that friendly grin in places it shouldn't be. "You're missing the party." Funny how sometimes with Han, what he doesn't say echoes louder in my mind than what he does. /I missed you./
"Sorry, Han." I meant the apology, but I don't think he understood. "It's not over, you know."
"I know, Luke, but at least forget it for tonight, wouldja? Come on back to the party with me." He extended an arm, ready to drape it around my shoulders, but dropped his hand to his hip when I didn't move. Exasperation cro