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Goddammit.

Motherfuck. I’m not going to be able to go to the Animarathon on April 2nd, even though it’s only 20 minutes from my freaking house.

Why?

Because I have to be in Saginaw fucking Michigan that day. Three hours away. Playing my mellophone.

Not go to Saginaw? Not an option. Why? Damn commitment to the damn corps.

Why couldn’t I be all wishy-washy and half-assed and just say I can’t make it? Why won’t my brain let me? God damn my integrity.

Have fun at the FREE ANIME CONVENTION down the road next month, Aaron. Let me know how it goes. Maybe I’ll get to go *next* year.

*smoke pouring from ears*

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Totoro Hat, Take Two

Attempt #2 at a Totoro hat I’d be proud to wear to the Animarathon in April. Much closer this time. I made the hat *too* big this time, instead of not big enough, so I had to adjust the hems and do some trimming—but, hopefully, I was left with a hat that would suffice for Aaron. I also increased the size of the hatband hem width and the ears, and decreased the size of Totoro’s eyes and nose.

I’m afraid I might have to try out some other style of a more form-fitting hat, as having a loosely-fitting hat isn’t going to work with those pesky ears. Maybe you can’t tell in the photos, but they really like to flop forward and/or backward a lot, and not stay standing up. Rigid, sure, no problem, but upright? Not so much.

Oh, yeah, and I still need to add whiskers. Sticky-outie whiskers, not sewn-on whiskers.

This is fun. Addictive. I *heart* fleece remnants at Hancock Fabrics.

Edit: Forgot to mention one thing. When one is cutting fabric on one’s kitchen table, it would behoove a person to make sure that the measuring tape is not unwound and laying about in close proximity to the path of the cutting implement. Otherwise, one may find oneself reattaching the end of one’s vinyl measuring tape, said tape having been severed at the three-inch mark.

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Totoro Hat!

Yay! My very first Totoro hat is complete. Not bad for a first try… Next time, I’ll cut the fleece bigger to allow for seam allowances, and try to figure out how to sew the face on with the machine, instead of by hand. (My practice circles on the machine didn’t turn out too well…) Maybe make the eyes a little smaller, and the ears a little bigger.

But, for now, I’m happy. Yay, Totoro hat! I can sew… sort of. 🙂

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Totoro Makes Me Cry

Am I a total goober or what? I never used to cry at anything—in fact, I often took great pride in being the only stony-faced person in the midst of a sobbing and sniffling movie theater. And now look at me: all weepy at the sound of the Totoro theme.

BEAR NO DRIVE CAR! THAT NO MAKE SENSE! *ahem*

And now, for the Totoro-deprived: some stills from the movie…


Satsuki (emphasis on the first syllable, please) and her little sister Mei wait with Totoro at the bus stop. Satsuki lent Totoro her father’s umbrella a short while later, so poor O Totoro wouldn’t be standing in the rain.


Oh, look. It’s Totoro’s bus! It’s the nekobasu, or catbus. Legend has it that, as cats get older, they become shapeshifters. This particular cat became intrigued by a bus it saw, and decided to become a catbus. There’s some Totoro art out there showing a catbus full of Totoros.


Totoro gave the girls some acorns and other various nuts and seeds as a thank-you for the umbrella. They, of course, planted them in their garden, where trees always go. Now the Totoros have come to Satsuki and Mei’s house to help them grow the seeds into a giant tree.


After growing the tree in the garden, Totoro gives Satsuki and Mei (and his little totoros) a ride to the top of the tree. How? On his spinning top! Totoro rules!


Totoro has hailed the catbus for Satsuki, and now he waves goodbye to them as they take off from the top of Totoro’s camphor tree.

Of course, I can’t give the *whole* story away… but be watching for a special edition Tonari No Totoro DVD set to come out sometime within the next year or so. For now, you can buy the fullscreen English dub. (Ugh. Can’t wait for the double-DVD set!)

So, the big question: why does Tonari No Totoro make me cry? I’m not sure. I think it’s that whole childhood-lost sort of vibe—the scenes that would have made me OOH and AHH as a little kid now make me remember what it was like to be a little kid. I know, I know, it sounds totally retarded. That’s the closest I can come, though. I wish I could turn off the waterworks, believe me. I feel really stupid about it… although it doesn’t really matter when I’m home alone, watching Totoro. ^_^