A walking paradox wrapped in an enigma in a riddled box topped off with a shiny, sparkling crimson bow.
As far as the horizon has stretched, I have always been a video game fan. I mean, how could you not? From goombas to castles to saving a princess in distress, there was no turning back from this realm. Since then, I’ve deviated from my adventures of the past and have explored the world of super ninjas, demons, Shipment frenzy (COD4), zombies, and some good ‘ol shmups.
My anime experience dates back to the days of Pokemon, Sailor Moon and Samurai Pizza Cats. While I have not always consistently kept up with the anime scene – be it in animated or reading form – , I kept my eyes open for new and exciting things. As of late, I am brought back to the anime scene in full force by my other half who has been up to his neck with this subject matter for years.
Anime has become a gateway to paradise and hell, opening up the door to pvc figures and the ilk. There are things that you end up liking regardless of what media it’s in that has some type of impact on you which provides the basis for collecting items and fueling one’s hobbies. This is where pvc factors into my life.
For me, these pvc figures represent that moment that has become memorable to me in some shape or fashion that I am able to trigger that moment, event or feeling just by looking at that mold of plastic. I see a particular figure and think to myself and say, “Hey, remember when Tsukino licked her hand after touching the Solar Hands” or “Samus is so stylish as she charges up her plasma beam”. It is this very reason that I collect figures.
Other passions in my life include many -ologies with a bit of -ophies thrown in there for good measure. I love good literature when I happen to come across one and I’m very very big into all things art.
- Excerpt from
One 'N Only Jem's About Me Page
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