Tropers / Ryanasaurus 0077


I didn't fall for it, I just thought it would be funny.

I'm a Vigilante Taxonomist and proud of it.

I'm a member of FORKS, TONGS, and WHISK.

As someone who lives in Tennessee, where (last I checked) there's a law that protects people against accusations of cowardice, I take the Nobody Calls Me "Chicken"! trope much more seriously than most other Tropers, to the point where I once threatened to report someone who made the mistake of calling me a coward (and in the process I paraphrased the broadcast edit of Pulp Fiction; I guess I'm just a ham at heart), and not just because it was a personal attack (which is, to me, a Berserk Button in and of itself).

I also utterly despise usernames that include a deliberate profanity within ("badass" is an exception). Oh, and I don't care if you call me the worst ethnic profanities, anti-white or otherwise, that the English language has to offer (of course, there are exceptions), but if you throw a maternal insult at me, I will report you to the highest authority in charge of the website on which you dared to do so.

I'm interested in foreign languages, 3D, IMAX, VHS, Blu-ray, and PBS. I'm also an unrepentant Europhile and have several British and other European films on videocassette and videodisc (and even go to the theatre to catch a British or European film every now and then). I consider Quentin Tarantino, Toei, Sergio Leone, Lucio Fulci, Christopher Nolan, George Lucas, Michael Cimino, Francis Ford Coppola, Roger Corman, Gen Urobuchi, Sergio Corbucci, Frank Miller, Alan Moore, and Walt Disney to be my major influences as a creator.

If I was a Doctor Who character, I'd probably be the Ninth Doctor, and not just because I go as him to Doctor Who screenings at my local cinema.

On a Darker and Edgier note, I suffer from not only White Guilt (no thanks to hypocritical bullies known as Tumblr SJWs) but also Attention Deficit Creator Disorder, and I also have a rather unusual talent for detecting racism or sexism wherever I go (in part because of my aforementioned White Guilt), plus I have a pretty low opinion of the "male and pale" (also attributed to my White Guilt), to say nothing of my PTSD in regards to that time I hung out with members of PrecureOCs, before they showed their true colors as SJWs and betrayed the rest of the mainstream Pretty Cure fandom in the process. (It's also a major part of the reason why I no longer use the "Ryanasaurus" name for new Internet ventures, to say nothing of why I tend to behave like a jerk at times—guess Midoriri really was too much of an infleunce on me.)

On a Lighter and Softer note, I have a pink Cutey Honey lunchbox that came with a DVD of the 2004 Live-Action Adaptation.

Oh, and if I ever come across to you as a jerk when I'm surfing the web, keep in mind that I'm not that much of a jerk in real life. Sure, I do get angry a bit easily sometimes (particularly when one of my plans involving going to the movies or buying videocassettes doesn't come together as well as I'd anticipated, or if my favorite foods take too long to get resupplied), but I'm actually a very sociable person and easy to get along with, as long as you don't press a Berserk Button of mine (but I usually cool off from that eventually, and FTW I'm nothing compared to many of the entries on Hair-Trigger Temper).

One thing to remember, though: I consider the very presence of any of the aforementioned Tumblr SJWs to be a very serious Berserk Button. They had a choice, all of them. They could've followed in the footsteps of good people like Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Susan B. Anthony, and John Lennon—decent people who genuinely believed in equality for anyone and everyone no matter their race, their gender, or their whatever. Instead, they followed the droppings of nationalists and extremists and didn't realize the trail led over a precipice until it was too late. Don't tell me they didn't have a choice. Now the whole of the Internet stands on the brink, staring down into bloody hell, all those self-proclaimed "liberals" and "intellectuals" and "smooth-talkers"... and all of a sudden, no one can think of anything to say.

One other thing: though I may know a lot, I still have a lot to learn; for example, I didn't know the first dub of The Mystery of Mamo was recorded in Japan (and not in the United States, the stomping grounds of the great old anime localizer Peter Fernandez, to whom I had previously misattributed the dub, I'm sorry to say) until late 2014! I did find out the year before, BTW, that William Ross (the founder of Tokyo-based Frontier Enterprises, who had previously dubbed the Godzilla films for Toho) voiced Samurai and Kodansha veteran Greg Starr (who actually lived in my home state before moving to Japan in 1970) voiced Detective Scott (what kind of a name is that for a descendant of the great Edo-period policeman Heiji Zenigata, anyway?). Even as far as I'm concerned, you learn something new every day.


With kindness comes naivete. Courage becomes foolhardiness. And dedication has no reward. If you can't accept any of that, you are not fit to be a Troper.