Introduction

There's Nothing Childish About These Cartoons

Is THAT What They Call Anime?

Anime in the U.S.A.

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Walking in jeans and tee-shirt for six city blocks when its twenty degrees outside proves to be no great ordeal, in fact, I hardly feel the chill of the thirty mile per hour wind against my back if I concentrate solely on the thought of that ultimate release. Besides, losing a few fingers and/or toes is nothing compared to missing the latest release of Neon Genesis Evangelion, my latest infatuation.

My excitement escalates as I take the flimsy film cover to the store attendant, who gives me a solicitous wink as he asks, "Cash or charge?" Moments later, I flee the stuffy confines of the video palace with my heart’s desire tucked securely under my arm. The keys jingle in my hands, so they shake with anticipation, before I am finally able to control my motor capacities enough to open the front door. Immediately I make a bee-line for the VCR, insert the white cassette, and grab the remote as if it were a magical staff of power. Settling into my favorite chair, my finger touches the "play" button, and as the credits roll, I feel the worries and cares of the world start to melt away like warm butter.

Thank God for a little thing called anime.

Lately I’ve been finding myself afflicted with what some would call a crazy fetish, but what I’d like to call a helpless addiction. 

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