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End of the beginning.

One way or another, my continuous RWBY posts are about to end.

I really, honestly don't know what to think anymore. Volume 3 started out absolutely amazing, with great character interactions, great fights, and quite a bit of development. (One of these days, I really need to list every single OTP I have for this show. The list is terrifying. #bloodmint) Now, everything's gone straight to hell and I'm caught between being horrified at the world as it stands or giddy at just how awesome and amazing the darkness has grown.

RWBY isn't a slice of life school drama anymore.

And like a thousand other commanders on a thousand other battlefields...

I await the dawn.


Oh, and Miles? Kerry?

I effing hate the hiatus.

A whole year.

Couple of things.

First off, wow, hey, it's been a year since I last scrapped the site and made it over again! Go me! (Don't expect this trend to last too much longer, seeing as how Drupal 8 juuuuust released.)

Second: I can't begin to describe just how much I love the freaking music in Volume 3 of RWBY. (Beware, direct links to episode timestamps below! Spoilers!)

It took a little while to get used to the opening theme, as shown above. Now, it's my favorite opening theme so far. It really gets better every single volume.

Then there's It's My Turn from Chapter 1.

And I'm the One from Chapter 4.

And this new version of Mirror, Mirror from Chapter 4.

AND THIS FREAKING REMIX OF I BURN FROM CHAPTER 5.

DO YOU KNOW THE LAST TIME I WAS EXCITED FOR ANYTHING JAZZ?

*deep breath* Whoo, got a little woozy there.. must be all these paint fumes.

And, finally, three: Volume 3 goes on hiatus for three weeks, with the next episode, Chapter 7, premiering in 2016.

Chapter 6 was the biggest freakin' tease of a cliffhanger ever.

Next order of business.

I really need to set up a recommendations page here so that I can gush about all the things I freakin' love.

In case you were wondering why I've had this sudden realization: I finished RWBY. I don't care that people are floaty when they run sometimes or that the voice acting is amateurish. It's charming, it's fun, and it's amazing.

Also, I'm not ever going to be able to see the scene below without hearing the added Persona 4 battle music. It just fits so damn well.

Finding my calling.

It's always best to take a personal inventory now and then, to see what you've done up to the present, what you need to do in the immediate future, and what you want to do for the rest of your life.

I last did this, on a serious level, in 2009. I decided to focus entirely on my job, to drop my general studies classes in college for the time being, with the plan of picking up in a degree program in a few years. I was burnt out on a mental level, having spent way too much energy in my senior year of high school just to choose to go to a community college. In hindsight, I think I was really afraid of venturing out into the world, finding comfort in what I knew best: the school district I had grown up in and, now, was working for.

Now, six years later, I think it's become pretty obvious just how frustrated I've become with how things are going. Don't get me wrong, the job's great; I really do enjoy keeping the district running on a technical level, preparing the next generation for the world. But, I've spent the last eight years of my life working in the same buildings that I'd spent the previous twelve years learning in. All good things must come to an end.

No, I haven't decided to leave, nor have I decided when I'm going to decide. That's still to come. First, I really should decide what I want to do next.

That's a tough decision in itself. First, there's the elephant in the room -- rather, it's 46 miles west. The restaurant that my mother opened nearly eighteen months ago is still going strong, doing quite well. And, while it's never been something I've ever thought of doing, helping to keep the trains running in a fifty-seat restaurant does sound oddly appealing.

It would, however, require me to spend a majority of my week an hour away from the home I bought (and still haven't finished!), not to mention from Kat (leaving her job is most likely out of the cards). I doubt I'd want to make a daily commute out of it.

Mom's always said that she didn't want to run the kitchen herself forever, as the stress is quite daunting. Eventually, she wants to take care of the front end of the restaurant, the public side. And Jay, well, she's never wanted to stay in small-town America. She has her sights on the big city, forging her own path. Whether these two things make the restaurant more or less appealing depends on things beyond me.

My other choice is questionable, crazy, and possibly quite silly.

Production and editing has always been one of those things I've wanted to do, but I've held back primarily because I'm never sure if my perfectionist streak would cause more harm than good in such a situation. I didn't take Advanced Speech in high school, which would have let me try out my editing chops, nor did I participate in theater. In school, I really didn't want to deviate from the academics; I took as few fine arts courses as I could manage. (Foreign Language, especially Latin, in my view, is an academic course.)

But, I've always really, really enjoyed working on layouts. For documents, for websites, it's one of those things that I'll spend hours pouring over and over the same minute details, working endlessly until I've got it looking exactly how I want it. (It's something Kat has brought up many, many times.)

For now, I'm going to tackle this as a hobby, as something I do in my free time with whatever content I can get my hands on. (I should also work on actually producing quality content myself, as getting quality content from others is not only time-consuming, it's often also futile.) Maybe this can work, maybe not.

But, I do have to say: editing is some of the most fun I've had sitting for long periods in front of my computer in a long, long time.

Red like roses, fills my dreams.

I'm going to admit something awful.

I haven't watched past episode three of RWBY.

It's really silly, too. I've really, really enjoyed what little I've seen of the show. Sure, it has some faults, but the concept is sound, the style is amazing, and the animation blew me away when I saw the awesome trailers and it still blows me away now. It's also not like I've not had time to watch the series; I've only watched (most of) The West Wing about six times now.

I guess that it was just something that I'd eventually get to, something that I'd convince Kat to actually sit down and watch without judging.

I still haven't. And that's tragic now and it sucks.

Netflix now has both volumes of RWBY available for streaming, in a nice, movie-cut version that gets rid of some of the awkwardness of having 10-minute episodes. It'll most likely be the version I'll watch first.

I've always wanted to go to RTX, meet the people who have created so much hilarious content that has gotten me through the rough moments in life. And now, while I'll still be going (eventually!), there'll always be one amazing, one brilliant guy I'll never get to thank in person.

So I'll do it here. Thank you for everything you ever created, Monty. It was an amazing ride, and we'll make sure that your work is never forgotten.

Keep moving forward.

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Aside: Are you someone who thinks that anime has to be created by Japanese in Japan, despite the work being stylistically and heavily inspired by anime, and will staunchly defend this puritan position? You can shove it.

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