Month: January 2012

Újra itt

Az évben két olyan időszak van, amiken minél hamarabb túl akarok esni. Általában zavar, ha gyorsan telik az idő, szeretek mindent teljesen kiélvezni és aktívan tölteni a napjaimat, de a két vizsgaidőszakom heteit szíves örömest feláldoznám. Bár mondjuk még mindig jobb (talán), mint otthon, mert nekem nem egy hónap, csak két hét a vizsgaidőszak – igaz, cserébe van, hogy három vizsgám is van egy nap.

Még el sem kezdődött (holnap délután egykor fog), de már várom, hogy vége legyen. Nem lesz könnyű menet, de megoldom valahogy.

Aztán ha vége lesz, már tényleg nem marad más, mint koncertekre járni, egész éjszakákon át fordítani, aztán a nappalokat átaludni (mert minek az) – meg mellesleg elolvasni azt a (japánul) közel hatszáz oldalas könyvet, amit áprilistól a szakszemináriumon fogunk feldolgozni. Kíváncsi vagyok, sikerül-e majd a végére érnem…


As for SOPA

That’s the big topic now on the net. The american government and their stupid laws trying to stop people from violating flawed copyright regulations. Copyright and the whole patent system as it is now is fundamentally flawed, because their purpose is different from what it should be.

It might not have been that apparent before, but now that the internet increased the world’s information flow many many times, it’s obvious that regulations are not written to protect intellectual property (eg someone else claiming that they created something that you created) but to protect the profits of the people owning that property.


Me the fansubber

It’s been a year since after a discussion about what would worth subbing in the winter season, iMon suggested that i help out with Tokimeki‘s Gosick release. Back then i didn’t even know that there was a thing called CrunchyRoll and what simulcasts are, so i joined and translated six episodes for the group, of which 5 were released (and also two of the Megane Kanojo something ova, which never got released).

Even though the slowsub business was obviously not for me (i’d been translating Xros Wars for half a year then, trying to compete with the speed and quality of RyRo), it got me on track, and i applied to gg, one of the few groups that i knew by name, and got in. Then applied to and got in Commie and got recruited to WhyNot, and that’s pretty much how it stayed for a year now.


Repülés

Az tudva lévő, hogy Japán egy szigetország, ergo vagy levegőből vagy vízen lehet megközelíteni. Tekintve, hogy hajóval még a relatíve közeli Kína is három napba telik (mint azt másfél éve megtapasztaltam), inkább favorizálnám a repülőket, pláne, ha mondjuk nem Kínáról, hanem Amerikáról lenne mondjuk szó.

Ezzel mindössze annyi a gond, hogy valami pofátlan, amit a mindenféle adókkal és járulékokkal művelnek. Most kaptam egy emailt, hogy így meg úgy, New York 10 ezer jenes repülőjegy, nagyon ajánlják. Mondom magamban, hogy ha tényleg annyiba is kerül, akkor ajánlani se kell, magamtól is megveszem, de persze nem olyan egyszerű a helyzet.


Credit

Are you familiar with the phrase “subprime loan”? It means a loan to someone who “may have a difficulty of paying it back”. Thus, a loan that has a really high risk of default.

Underrating the risks on mortgages and/or lying about the risks to the investors is one of the primary causes behind the 2008 financial collapse in the US, triggered by the burst of the housing bubble. That is the crisis that shook the whole world economy, made investors re-evaluate their investments and could even be blamed partly for the current crisis in Europe.


Trivial Pursuit

Amikor otthon voltam, szüleimmel játszottam pár este Trivial Pursuitot. Magyarul persze, bár attól nem lesz sokkal könnyebb. Hat kérdéscsoport van benne, természettudományok, földrajz, történelem, művészetek, sport, szórakozás. Namost ezzel annyi a probléma, hogy az első két témacsoporton kívül csak nagyon nagy szerencsével kapok olyan kérdést, amire tudom a választ. A történelem tele van történelmi kérdésekkel, vagyis ki ki volt mit csinált mikor miért satöbbi. A művészet ugyanez festőkkel, írókkal és üzletfeleikkel. A sport teljesen reménytelen, mert fogalmam sincs, hogy ötven éve ki nyert magasugrásban az olimpián. Azt se tudom, legutóbb ki nyert. A szórakozás ugyanez, csak filmekkel és színészekkel. Többségében olyanokkal, akikről/amikről életemben nem is hallottam és valószínűleg soha nem is fogok többet. Ráadásul igazából még ha meg is nézek egy filmet, attól nem fogom tudni, kik játszottak belőle. Lásd például a 2009-es Star Trek filmet, amit szerintem azóta többször néztem meg, mint bármi más filmet az elmúlt tíz évben, mégse tudom, kik játszanak benne.


That body

For all the eager and starved guys out there, no girl pics are waiting here. Just a rant about how i hate my body. For all the people who almost got scared away by the disgusting emo tone in the previous sentence, i’m not going to write about how i want to cut my wrists because my hair is oily or because i got a spot on my chin or other perceived faults, as i’m not 13, and even if i were, i’m not a stupid whiny bitch. I’m just pissed off by the biology of my body every now and then.

Sometimes it does things that i can’t make any sense of. You know that after a certain age you just know how much your next moon’s blood will be, sleep you need, how much you can drink, and in general how much your body can take. And then my body sometimes just decides that it will ignore my statistics and assumptions about it and do something totally unexpected. The best of it is that that usually happens at the worst possible time. For example today this lump of cells housing/generating/manifesting my soul and conscience (underline appropriate according to your beliefs) decided that attending a class and the orientation about next term’s seminar isn’t important, and ignored the wake-up alarm (twice). This is not the first time i oversleep without any particular reason at an important time, and it really pisses me off. (Really.) (Really.)

And if you add that to the obscene idiocy that evolution displayed when human teeth evolved and other minor annoyances, i think you understand when i say i want technology to evolve so far so that i could replace parts of my body. Without looking different.


Guess so

Although i started a series of blogposts about the anime i was working on (back then) and the classes i took this semester, i continued neither. I haven’t even updated my fansub listing page where i was supposed to keep track of my translations. At least i know the reason for the latter. It’s not that i don’t care, it’s just that i’d have to download every release i translated to make a screenshot from it (i don’t really keep workraws and streamed videos are troublesome to take screenshots from), and especially now that i have a backlog of about four-five complete series to post there, i really can’t bother to download everything just for the sake of screenshots. So if someone would be so kind as to give me (preferably funny) screenshots from every episode (one from an episode is enough) of Ben-to, Phi Brain and Guilty Crown, from the first six or so episodes of Shana Final and Digimon Xros Hunters, and also my current projects (Poyopoyo, Symphogear, Ano Natsu, Nisemonogatari), i’d be really grateful. (I’d say thanks. And I’d mean it.) As for the blogposts, i was just lazy to write about stuff. Maybe i’ll write about them later. Or now.


About japanese society

You know, they still manage to surprise me after almost three years. It is known (It is known.) that in japanese society position is the most important thing. The language mirrors that with countless levels of politeness, used according to your social position compared to your communication partner. It’s not all that easy to move up on that social ladder; you pretty much have to wait so that time will give you the honors. Or do something extraordinary to distinguish yourself in your group, but that won’t really affect your relations with lower and higher groups.

However, people love to show off, i don’t know which one of the seven sins was it, but it should be one of them. This all was triggered by that on my way to the supermarket i always pass in front of the showroom (i think) with chairs lined up in two rows, blackboard in the front, and the salesman explaining why the product is good (i guess, never been in there). The thing is, a few seats in the center of the front row have “Special Seat” (特別席) written on them. They’re different in nothing else from other seats, but i’m pretty sure they charge twice as much if you want to sit there. And why would you pay? Because sitting on a Special Seat is special. People are actually doing it.


So, 2012

Thus passed new year’s, me playing drink curling with friends in their new apartment (rules: sit down in a circle; put a beer and a shot glass in front of you; someone starts by sliding their glass towards someone else’s (except their direct neighbors); if it hits, the person whose glass got hit gets the glass filled and must drink it (be it a shot or a beer), and if it misses the person who “shot” gets the glass they slid filled and must drink it), not sleeping until i got on my bus home, spent my day sleeping as usual, less hungover than usual. Sinfest had its usual year-killing edition, and now i only have less than two days in Hungary left. Also my theory that i trigger revolutions/regime changes/demonstrations is confirmed again: since i got home demonstrations against the government got rougher and rougher. Not that i mind.