My fascination with robots started way way back when I was a kid. I remember it being a treat for me watching cars turn into walking, sometimes even talking, machines saving the earth or a certain planet. Saturday mornings are always looked forward to if not for the Autobots, Decepticons, Voltes V and Voltron in the morning; afternoons are reserved for Bioman and Maskman and some other Japanese teenagers riding vehicles that combine into...robots!
Things did not really change as I went into puberty, adolescence and now, I hate to admit it: adulthood. Robots got better today because it is not almost always about the machines but sometimes even more about their pilots and society, that is why I go gaga of Gundam Seed so much (but more on that in some other post later).
For some reason I cannot take my eyes off the TV if a catch some sword wielding machine battle it out with a monster, even when I am only channel surfing as I am about to sleep. My wife would always kid and sometimes scold me if she's sees my eyes glued on the screen mesmerized by those weird sword fighting boxes. She just doesn't get it. To them she looks the same no matter how much I explain the difference. But to me, they are my little fairyland. Some sort of a box where you can shove yourself into when you want a break from it all.
When things go crazy and the stress of it all starts to take its toll on me, I can always grab a DVD and board the Archangel or launch myself inside the Freedom. They take me away even just for an hour or two and when I get back, I am fresh and once again ready to face it all. They keep me sane and to some extent, relaxed. People and some who tend to psychoanalyze may say that what I do is too escapist or even childish but for me, it's one coping mechanism I can not live without, apart from the love of my wife of course. She, I cannot even think of living without!
April 30, 2008 at 11:44 AM
yehey! my bibing is blogging!