Category Archives: Things of 2025

A collection of consumed media in the year 2025.

Arcane, Season 02

A Thing I’ve Watched 03/25: Arcane, Season 02

How dare, Riot. HOW? DARE!?
The second season is every bit as excellent as the first one. Animation, music, story, style, everything.
It is also even more hard-hitting, and I am still a bit shell-shocked from running through it in three days. This whole thing gave me A Lot of feelings, and all the interspersed fluffyness made the gut-punches hit so much harder.
I do recommend it, but this is not “light entertainment”.

A poster for Season 2 of Arcane It shows from bottom to top Vi swinging power-fists, Caitlin aiming her rifle at something off-picture, Ambessa looking grim, and Jinx looming over all of them.

Arcane, Season 01

A Thing I (re-)Watched 02/25: Arcane, Season 01

A poster for Arcane S01 It depicts in its middle Jinx performing a finger guns-gesture, surrounded by mirror shards depicting the rest of the cast.

This thing holds up as perfectly on the second run as on the first, and oh boi did I forget how constantly hard-hitting this was.
Hopefully I’ll now manage to ge relatively quickly into S02, finally.

Never Mind the Gig Work… Here’s the Coffeebots!

A Thing I Watched 01/25: Never Mind the Gig Work… Here’s the Coffeebots!

A “reconstruction of the filmed version of a puppet play that was never performed” by the c-atre collective, this open-source play (link below) follows a group of coffee-bots unhappy with their working conditions making their way to the Boss Planet to update the system. It is slightly absurd and utterly delightful, and contains some very good musical numbers.

The thumbnail of Never Mind the Gig Work… Here’s the Coffeebots! It shows part of the main characters, puppets made of upcycled Bialetti cans, performing as a band on stage.

Terminal Boredom: Stories, by Izumi Suzuki

A Thing I’ve Read 02/25: Terminal Boredom: Stories, by Izumi Suzuki

The cover of Terminal Boredom: Stories, by Izumi Suzuki. An black-and-orange photograph of a japanese woman crawling onto a tatami-mat from the right, next to her on the upper end a stack of magazines sprawling on the ground. Author and title are overlayed in white font.

A (translated) collection of science-fiction short stories, none of which is actively bad, but also none of which really connected with me. I also found them pretty uncomfortable at times.

Nonetheless, if you’re looking for 70s scifi written by a non-american, non-male writer, consider taking a look.