2023-05-06

(Hallways) Cockroach Communication Antennae

Late in the cycle of light, standing opposed to gravity on the wall, a cockroach unit named Lepia twiddles the antennae. They are equipped to receive broadcasts. Lepia stands, scanning, listening, hoping. Lepia waits for the signals.

It's out there. The truth is out there. The world will understand what happened, and this cockroach will be the hero they sorely needed. One day they will be surprised that Lepia did what always needed to be done, finally.

Lepia will find it. Until then, it's wait, wait, wait...

2023-05-04

Things You Can't Say At An Airport

Airports are impossible to separate from the style that civilization as we know it is presented by. Or at least, they are for the time being. With the struggles that society currently faces, who knows how much longer we can afford to run international planes? But everybody alive today either knows what an airport is, or has been isolated from universal knowledge somehow.

But did you know that there are a lot of real, common phrases that you do not have the freedom to say in an airport? Join Figment Area as we go through this list of Things You Can't Say At An Airport.

 

This Movie Is Going To Bomb

Imagine this: you're in an airport waiting for your friend to arrive back home, you're on your phone, and you're watching the trailer for the upcoming live-action adaptation of Frogger (1981). It's directed by somebody nobody's heard of, the plot focuses on the titular frog setting up a beauty cosmetics company, and the script resembles the one from Spy Kids. Then suddenly you turn to your idiot friend who's genuinely convinced that this movie is fundamentally a good idea, and you say to him "Mate, this movie is going to bomb."

Believe it or not, this moment can get you into a lot of trouble! Airport security will be asking you a lot of questions and otherwise bearing down on you at this point, and it's not a good way to go.

If you find yourself in this situation, try using phrases like these instead:

- This movie is going to squash!
- This movie looks like a dumper down!
- This movie eh? No way, hosé!
- I think the trailer says it's going to be a failer!
 
 

That's A Real Bombshell

 
Sometimes when you're at an airport, a family member says something to you that's truly serious. But if this ever happens to you, you must be careful to not make this one mistake. Hundreds of people a year are detained by security guards for saying "That's a real bombshell" after their mother in-law says that her Flemish Giant rabbits died.
 
Be aware of yourself and your surroundings when your exo-family says something about Flemish Giant rabbits dying, or you will run serious risk of airport guards acting on the thought that there is a REAL BOMBSHELL in your bag. Airport guards are extremely hostile in the face of Unexploded Bombs coming into their domain, so be careful when the rabbits are deadful.


I'm going to inject all of your fucking babies with needles full of nitroglycerine and use my explosives to blow this whole place to smitheroons.

 
(I hope my friend Miss T doesn't read this one. It would not be pleasant for her.) Imagine it. You're at an airport, and you have a lot of hypodermic needles full of liquid nitroglycerine, and you've just generally had a really bad day. 1 in 17.5 people report that they or somebody they know has been in such a situation and not gone very well with handling it, proceeding to threaten the other airport customers with an accidental outburst or twenty-five. If you find yourself in such a situation, with any amount of nitroglycerine needles, try to imagine that the airport is inside a cube. This might help to save your life.


People Keep Zero-Bombing My Posts

 
In the modern days of the web, digital built-in button features to criticize content are at an all-time low. But surprisingly, in some places it is still possible to be critical of media that comes out without being forced to leave a comment. Oh no! We can't have accountability for poorly-done shovelware going on!

At this point, there are still some places where you can post a piece of entertainment online, and have it be rated zero stars, which is known in some places as "Zero-Bombing".
If you are online in such a place and happen to suddenly realize that there is a colossal infrastructure of airport walls and people around you, be wary of what you might say when your media is judged by the click of buttons. This can get airport security to accuse you of carrying entire weaponized historic World War planes on your person!

Some day the right to criticize posts will be helpfully removed, and people will be able to post any legal content with absolutely zero quality safeguards for putting it under scrutiny, leaving the average Joe at an airport to enjoy a much safer time.



I'm going to cut the person who runs this airport open.

 
About 60% of people believe that the phrase above is very justified, and that we should be allowed to say it in airports. However, in this world, it is not yet a safe place to do so when you're in an airport.
 
 
 

Fuck you all! It's time for the cleansing fire of all wretched civilization!

 
Don't say that at an airport.
 
 
 

Bombs Away!

 
Don't say that at an airport. I don't care how big the swimming pool is.

 
 

I LOVE YOU, YOU LOVE ME, I REALLY LOVE YOU SO LET'S DIE TOGETHER. I LOVE YOU, YOU LOVE ME, LET'S JUMP ON A PLANE FUCKIN' [censored]!

 
To end on and wrap this article up in a neat little bow, we have our final point in the list. The phrase that this article refers to is the phrase that is above our paragraph here.

It is a profound and cerebral smash hit 2019 song by three friends in a room in a humble town of Australia one night, a state in a country where plane disasters are historically a serious issue. Putting their brains together, they made a song that would change the entire world.

As beautiful as it may seem to reference and honour this song in an airport by singing it out loud, that is not something that you want to do. There are other spaces where it can be better discussed with more safety and care, and less intrusions from airport guards.
 
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2023-01-07

(Complaints) Go Live in a Dried Up and Disgusting Boot, Wordpress - I Am Done With Your Pathetic Ways

Those of you who paradoxically were early enough in Figment Area's run to see my blog on Wordpress - or just those of you who looked deeper in the archive - are probably wondering why I moved from Wordpress to Blogspot after only two posts.

Yeah I could tell you. Oh, you want to know? You'd like to know why? Great! I'll tell you!

Well, you see, basically it's... well yeah, Wordpress is a fucking piece of cow shit! There you go buddy. I didn't talk like this in the title only because I've never been quite certain about the safeness of swearing in your Internet creation titles. Believe me, I wanted to make a title that was harder on the place.

I'll go into more detail, but first, a bit of backstory would help us out, here.

In 2011, whenabouts, I was using Blogspot. It was my only choice and only choice I even considered, and then I stopped using it because I wasn't into what my old blog was doing, as a series of writing pieces, just in terms of what the content could be. It was called The Alternate and Crappier Science, and it was fundamentally a bit hamstrung by its own core concept, which I guess is sort of why I gave up on it.
 
That's fine. The problem was, later on I somehow got into my head the idea that Blogspot was bugged out, not well designed, and able to screw me over. Formatting automatically getting tangled and confusing because of What-You-See-Is-Blah-Blah editing was certainly an issue at one point, even if just in my head. But I honestly think it would be too hard for me to explain to you what the origin of that assumption was, and that I'd only be giving theories. Theories that are too hard for me to articulate.
So in the 2020's, or The Dire 20's as I like to call it, when I got to the point of wanting to make Figment Area, I changed my current writing home to Wordpress, as I'd spent years anticipating.

Oh boy, was I tragically fucking wrong in doing that.

I thought Blogspot would glitch out, be hard to format, and make writing hard. Choosing Wordpress was ridiculously ironic, because that's exactly what Blogspot seems to hardly be doing at all right now, and what Wordpress did to me instead.

Writing the Tom and Jerry post on Wordpress was a fucking nightmare. I don't remember how hard the Wawoo one was, but the Tom and Jerry one definitely must have been a fucked up experience. Instead of going over that, I'll try to describe what happens when you - as a hypothetical thought experiment subject - try to write a blog post on Wordpress, and you try to make it designed your way.

After finding the new post button in a long, gross, annoyingly-animated sidebar with buttons hidden inside buttons, you get a fucking piece of shit interface where the amazing present-day team has thrown out those archaic, old fashioned boxes that "indicate where stuff's boundaries are and where you're supposed to click" and give us this new, modern, slick piece of shit that I'll redraw for you here.



Now, just in case you have some concerns about me, and how I decided to draw all that because I don't know how to take a screenshot, you should know that this thought is not true. I deliberately opted for drawing the picture instead of just copying a screenshot over because I thought it was a good idea. I'm not Wordpress, I'm actually pretty smart.

So that right there is a pretty big red flag. A red flag I don't know how I ignored when I was starting out with it. Not only are the boundaries you can use to have a frame of reference imaginary and the graphic design obviously full of itself, but apparently the text writing interface is made of "block oriented writing". That's the name I've given it.

You have to make a new block when you want to add content to the writing. Every time. Whether it's a paragraph, an image, or "a quote". Can I explain to you what this means? No. Is it fucking annoying to use by design and breaking all the time, possibly not by design? Hell yes it is.

And I still hadn't quite yet realized how bad of a place I was in.

Wordpress' interface here is one of those annoying editors where the actual formatting buttons - like, if you want some of your text to be bigger, italicized, bold, aligned to the right, etc. - are not constantly visible. They are hidden until you're writing something and have... highlighted it or something. It was irrelevant and a waste of time on Tumblr, and it's like that on Wordpress. And it's way worse on Wordpress. Thank you, Blogger, for not being this way, which is a grace I thankfully experience the very minutes I write this angry open hate letter. Seeing those buttons stay up there at the top of my post editor feels like a blessing.

It's going to get worse, if you're not convinced. This post will go further and show more horrendous problems. Earlier on in this post's development, I followed that previous sentence with "That are more horrendous." I no longer, in 2023 (this post took ages to be finished and published) believe that is the case. The post editor is the worst part of Wordpress, though yes there are other issues with using the website that haven't been reached by the expected line of reading yet.
 
I will still be talking about the post editor for a while, but it goes beyond that. I pity your soul if you thought I was going to rip into the editor for posts and that was it. The crap virus on Wordpress runs very deep, from how your website's appearance unexpectedly and uncontrollably turns out all the way down to navigating the dashboard menus.
 
Back to the awful block oriented writing, let's assume for a minute that you want to have more of a theme going on with the formatting of your writing. Maybe you want to make it the right size because it doesn't start off at the right size. Now let's imagine this crazy idea that you want the sizes to be the same as each other, or as a critic would call it, consistent. Good fucking luck, buddy. Block oriented writing is a bitch when you can't rely on the other mechanics to let you control everything at once, or even decide on the default for what formatting you get every time you make a new block. And these blocks? To the reader they're just paragraphs. Paragraphs as in "<p>" and "</p>" if you know about markdown. You can't make a line break without risking making a new one. Paragraphs that can't be moved around or merged back together easily. Paragraphs that have a rigid border that makes itself both unnecessarily important and hardly visible and difficult to find.
 
It's absolute bullshit.
 
I'm sick of talking about the editor now, so let's move on to what's outside the editor.

One of the most audacious examples of bullshit about Wordpress is what happens when you're trying to get an archive system that links to all of your older and newer posts in a convenient and logical way working. Wordpress has "Next" and Previous" buttons at the bottom of its posts - obviously meaning they only let you skip ahead or backward by one unit at a time, and apparently they think this is enough. Let's have a look at the archive that I manually - yes, manually - put together on the Wordpress version of this blog.


I'm going to break down why this thing is so fucked up over the course of two or three paragraphs. First, the more noticeable thing to a casual reader is probably the big rectangle next to "EARLIEST", unnecessarily low-reaching and asymmetrical with its counterpart on the right, beside "LATEST". I couldn't do anything about that, even though this is a technical custom extra page, not a main section regular old blog post. It's been a long time, but I'm pretty sure that's a compromise I did by sacrificing a vertical line character that is found on nearly any normal keyboard, which the site then automatically enlarged because it's trying to do that thing that happens at the start of some books, not an actual HTML rectangle div. Wow, so fancy! I looked up the name of this keyboard  character for the first time in my life while writing this very paragraph, and according to Wikipedia it's only been uncreatively named "vertical bar" this whole time. I dislike that and know a lot of stuff about programming, so let's just call this one "Char124". If not for the fact that I was forced to sacrifice a Char124 to the fanciness goblin, this manually-maintained nightmare page might actually look good.

Now, about those Earliest/Latest buttons... I typed out those words and hyperlinked them manually. The dates next to the post titles are filled in manually. The post titles are typed and hyperlinked manually. If I kept using Wordpress today, and had more and more posts coming out on it, I would have to be going back to this page and manually updating the list once and the hyperlinks twice every time a new post came out. I don't imagine that the editor on this would be particularly co-operative either.

For some reason, right now I have a manual index of articles on the Blogspot version of this site too, but it looks better, isn't necessarily required, as there's already an automatic post list on every post page, and at least it'll actually edit properly if I keep it around.

This is a minor point in my mind at this stage, probably just because I've forgotten just how far this thing went, but the wideness and emptiness of a standard Wordpress page is uncomfortable. There's just kind of a distressing and anxious broadness to everything that makes me feel lost. I got a bit paranoid and checked, but nope - the site design on my Blogger one isn't as bad as that. It's always been nicer to look at and doesn't feel like walking on a plank high above a perilous pit void while wind is blowing at you, even if maybe the Blogspot version I made still looks a little weird.

As well as all that, it's too hard to find CSS options and other options when designing your site, according to older records. I don't want to try testing it again now. I don't remember what going through these hoops was like, but I trust my past self on this one, who started writing the Wordpress hate into a Blogspot post during a time that may now be about two years ago. That's the other point, it's been really long, I want to wrap this up now and not suffer Wordpress experiences much longer.

Finally, getting posted previews for your Wordpress links when you post one in something like MeWe or Discord to play nice is way too hard. The first times I checked, it just brought out these white rectangles of nothing, with support giving no real solution to people after I looked it up, I am damn sure of it. Well, it was like that at the time - I just tested it on Jan 7 2023 now, with no obvious error still showing - which I guess was a bug they fixed, but Wordpress had its chance even way more months before I was having problems with that, so it's way too late for redemption now. I don't want this company trying to make me feel crazy just because I remember something that doesn't happen now, either.

So that's Wordpress, a shitty blogging website that I hope I never use again. What messes with me most about this whole thing is that other people actually use Wordpress somehow. People can write on Wordpress and say "Yeah, this works! I'll keep using this for my blog!" In fact, two of the people in this situation are people I know, people from my family.

But I don't envy these people. I'm just a bit disgusted with them. As in nausea, not something like actually believing in someone being reprehensible. Now, I would be disgusted in that sense if certain people tried to actually convert me.
 
With the people I know who use Wordpress, or anybody really, I don't know what they did to tolerate Wordpress, but I don't want to try to tolerate it ever, and I get the feeling that potentially I'll be hearing things like "Oh, you can fix that" or "there's a way to turn that off". No. Just no. I don't care. It would have taken me months to figure those things out on my own. I severely doubt the intentions and lasting quality of a service that hides the good answers so well and would make me go through heaps of hoops just to get a good experience because terrible decisions are the default experience. I don't give a fuck. I don't give a fuck if Wordpress bans me, either, that's like being banned from using a horrible public toilet complex that you don't need and absolutely hate. Naturally, this makes it blatantly obvious that I won't be taking kindly to suggestions that I can pay for a better version of Wordpress, either. At this point, even if Wordpress gets improved massively one day and all my problems with it have technically been fixed, I will not forgive it. It put me through too much.
 
Use your shit website if you want, but don't try to convince me to come sauntering back in to that hellhole. I won't try to sell you on switching to Blogspot, but for everybody's sake and the nature of supporting the best competitor in a competitive market where it's easy for a bad place to become the next Tyrannitar, I hope you would use Blogspot in the extreme hypothetical case that Wordpress is your best other option. Otherwise, I don't really feel fond of the idea of saying "This place sucks, but I can recommend this other place that blah-!" Who knows how well that would age, or if I'd be the one being annoying? It's easy to imagine such a recommendation being annoying. For the time being, Blogspot is a decent place for me to call my current vein of written content's home. In this new age where it's all Figment Area and no TAACS, so far it's given me minor trouble at worst.
 
All I can say is, don't use Wordpress. I don't want people to suffer through it or support it. Wordpress is a garbage titan that does evil and gets more reward than it deserves, on par with Facebook, Quora, and YouTube. Wordpress, you can suck on an expired eggplant.

2021-05-25

(Fiction Repair Concept) How to Make Tom and Jerry’s Mouse Sympathetic, Rather Than Repugnant

There's often a range of noticeable disconnects in the mind of an old-school antics-based short cartoon viewer, when the cartoon in question is a short about an animal chasing another animal for food or another hostile reason. We want intelligent beings to be treated humanely and get to keep their lives, but we understand that carnivorous animals require deaths of unintelligent – or perhaps intelligent – other animals to keep living, themselves.
 
As human beings in the Anthropocene era of Earth, we frown at meaningless killing of other sentient beings, and want everybody of our kind to be safe. We have to eat, though, so it’s fortunate that we can look at some killing of some animals and deem it fine, even though we technically could all choose to be vegetarian and still survive. That is fine if it is “humane killing” – as strange a concept as it sounds when you see it written – because the animals we eat typically don’t have intelligence to necessitate them having the same rights as humans.

Sure, they don’t need those rights because they are not like us, indeed. But cartoon animals that walk on two legs and have the brains to form complex plans are human enough that they should have rights similar to our human rights if we ever somehow encounter them in real life. That’s why I don’t think we should kill aliens who make contact with us unless they come as enemies to our race.

There are problems with humans eating meat, especially seeing as we are not obligate carnivores, but imagine if we were without any choice in the matter of eating meat, and we were like Tom from Tom and Jerry, and there were a race of things we had to eat to survive that were just as intelligent as us. What would a Tom race or a Jerry race have over the other one that gives them more right to exist than the other, other than the practical application of Jerries being able to survive on their own if all Toms were wiped out, and not vice versa? Once you comprehend this predicament – which you probably did already, long before I showed up – it’s easy to see the ethical dilemma behind the Wil-E-Coyote VS Roadrunner shorts or a similar property, and you might even feel apathetic towards what you’re watching. Because we apparently prefer watching survival over watching carnage, these cartoons will give the upper hand to the prey, and make the predator suffer terribly in almost every episode, when usually the predator’s motive is their own kind of survival.

The neat thing about Tom and Jerry that I am going to reveal today is that it actually gets pretty close to justifying an expectation of sympathy toward Jerry from the audience, and my extremely simple plan to take it all the way. I’ll let you stop wondering right now.
 

 

Jerry is a wild mouse, invading the home of Tom’s owners, with Tom certainly being a domestic cat. You could even say that Tom is trying to be helpful, by taking care of a pest that’s surely undesirable in his household. To fix it all, make Jerry a cute pet mouse who keeps escaping from his cage and getting into trouble. That way, audiences will almost certainly have as much reason to root for Jerry as for Tom, or more. Bam, that’s done.


That is what I had typed out in the draft for this post, months earlier than now. Great, now it’s broken! I’m sure past me had a plan for all that, but I came back to writing this article evidently too late, and now the whole thing has fallen apart. I have no idea what I was building up to with the first part of this article anymore.

I feel like we basically got across the information we needed to though, right? Jerry’s not sympathetic enough and he would be if he was an owner’s beloved pet instead of a pesty wild animal showing up uninvited in somebody’s house, when Tom actually is somebody’s pet. The introductory “philosophical” part of this post that my past self left here was a pretty neat read. I’m really sorry, folks! That’s gonna have to be all. Watch this blog for a near-future article that might come out! And I’ve had a lot of trouble with it so far, so hopefully WordPress’ post editor will be gracious enough to co-operate…

Yes, I do realize that Tom and Jerry was not Warner Brothers or Looney Tunes. It’s already quite clear that things aren’t working right now.



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2021-01-11

I Would Love to Know Who Wawoo Is

Welcome to Figment Area. First I'd like to say that this is the first post to be published on this blog after a long time of the website being online but empty because of delays and distractions, and second I'd like to say that if you were here during that period of time by some ridiculously low-probability numbers being rolled, thank you for being here now. With a first post of any kind when I'm going into new territory, things can be a bit of a struggle because of the rules I impose on myself when this happens. Today I came up with even more rules, and then a crazy post that doesn't break any of them.

I’m going to tell you about one of the ancient mysteries of my life, one that’s been haunting and vexing me since I was very young, and is still unsolved. In 2019 I started telling far more of my friends about this than I used to, even though the mystery started in a year much closer to 2001. The mystery was the identity and origin of a giant mythological creature that can devastate villages, and probably cities. I must say, this thing doesn’t really make me feel afraid when I think about it, but the nature of the creature from a fictional standpoint is pretty terrifying, and it’s unnerving that it’s a mystery that’s been following me in the ways it does for so long.

My earliest memory of this so-called creature was of a coloured cartoon I was witnessing – which at this point could have been a broadcast on TV or a short dream, I do not know – in which it towers with its black and red stripes above a pre-colonial Maori settlement near the sea, likely in New Zealand, laying waste to the indigenous buildings around it. I believe some cartoony Maori folk came ashore on a traditional waka and noticed this monster, discussing quite direly what plans they should put into action.

Now, if you live in New Zealand like me and know about the culture, you will probably be very quick to say “Oh! It’s a Taniwha! Problem solved!” Instead of asking you to take an exercise in thinking critically, I will skip ahead and just outright explain why this simply does not bring us any closer to solving the mystery.

Taniwha are a vague idea, and do not look the same as the beast I’m describing in an web-based “Taniwha” image search even after thousands of pixels worth of scrolling down, even though the specific design of what a Taniwha looks like changes from image result to image result. I’ve always seen Taniwha as an aquatic sort of beast, with fish-like features, and they’ve always been viewed as a pretty terrifying monster, I think, but no amount of people comparing them to what’s been haunting me has ever made a difference.

The earliest memory was good enough to give me a strong description of the creature. It was like a humanoid giant with harsh red and black stripes all over, with a round but tall tiki face for a face – which was also striped the same way. The face had intimidatingly wide eyes that were probably all whiteness and pupils, without irises, and the expression was that of a violent scowl. Its arms and legs were like that of a human, only much more cylindrical, and I don’t remember what sort of hands or feet it had.

The memory didn’t go on much longer, and I never saw how the creature was taken down or how the arc was resolved. It was in fact extremely short. This is one of the reasons I think it’s likely that it was a dream, not an actual episode of something I saw on TV. I have no adjacent situational memories telling me I was in a room with other stuff happening to link it to a real situation, and the viewport of the memory was just like my other dreams about cartoons and videogames – there is no screen in front of you bordered by a monitor sitting in front of you in your reality: the screen IS the reality. This aspect of my dreams is probably one of the reasons why it was so damn scary when I was having that Monsters Inc: Scare Island dream and my player character Sullivan got hit by a car in a dead-end of an alleyway.

The other primary memory is one that clearly scared me more, as I can still remember the kind of fear I felt, though I was not in any real danger. This one was almost certainly real life, and it wasn’t a memory of watching a TV cartoon.

I was at a house owned by somebody who I think was a friend of my mother’s, and I was probably younger than five years. I was in some wooden room after probably toddling off away from the rest of the human beings, the ones who were actually adults, and then I looked up at the wall.

Oh god, this part was fucked up. There was some kind of large, black and yellow mask hanging on the wall, with a face that looked almost exactly like a live-action version of the face of you know what. This thing fucking scared me, and at some times – such as a few dozen seconds ago as I continued to write this thing – I can viscerally remember a trace of the feeling I felt. This shit was fucking scary when it happened, and I guess I walked off and tried to get mum to console me about it or something. Then the memory ended. Looking back, I think the face came from some kind of tribal mask-hybrid-shield thing, and was part of a collection.

Asking for my mother’s help with identifying which of her friends’ houses this happened at in a more modern conversation reveals that nobody I know has the ability to track this mask down again. Not willing to let me make a fool of myself, I searched the Internet for a picture of this thing, and did not find anything.

So, lots of time passed and I turned 23. I was finally waking up to the fact that I could consciously search for the solution to this thing. Who was it, what was its species called, where do I go to see the images of it that I remember? To this day, I don’t know. But telling people the story about it and hoping they would know something has brought me closer.

The start of me telling the story and hoping somebody would know something seemingly happened in 2019 during the time I was living with my oldest brother in Australia, and so did my next hint, though it was dubious. I had a dream about some casual friendly scenario with cartoonish Maori characters and some kind of “tiki restaurant”, and this concept we call a dream, this active authority on all things mysteriously weird and weirdly mysterious, was kind enough to bless me with its mystical interpretation, giving me two words that I could finally use to name the beast, and the beast’s species:
Wawoo – The Specimen
Wakawuwu – The Species

From that day forward, even though the dream didn’t empirically prove anything, I started using these words to describe it all. Then, I could finally articulately ask myself… Who was Wawoo?

More time passed, and I was living in New Zealand again. I still didn’t know what the cartoon I remembered was, but I was soon to find out. When talking to a certain cool woman who I used to visit, I finally found out that somebody knew about a cartoon that looked the way the cartoon in my first Wawoo memory did. Enter Tamatoa the Brave Warrior.

This bloody thing and its characters basically looked just like the first memory of Wawoo did, even though I noted a brightness of colours that I didn’t quite remember being part of it. This friend of mine told me that it was basically a lost work, and that some people she knew really wanted to watch more episodes of it as there were only three obtainable episodes left. I’ve always been no good at finding episodes of TV shows that were lost to time, but I cheekily emailed a YouTube video essayist called Saberspark some info about Tamatoa the Brave Warrior, thinking that if it’s as interesting to him as the other weird cartoons he frequently gives a review, I might have an easy shot at getting somebody to find more episodes for me, or at least finding out some things I didn’t know about the show. It was a very cheeky move.

Within the week, I watched all three available episodes of Tamatoa the Brave Warrior. It was a simple, child-friendly, not top-tier collection of TV episodes, with durations of about 10 minutes. I’m glad it was more than just clips, though, as full episodes would just about be the only right way to experience it. It’s just a cutesy show about pre-colonial Maori people living in New Zealand, enjoying life. Nothing scary so far.

One of the three remaining Tamatoa the Brave Warrior episodes had a pointedly interesting name. It was called The Taniwha. Naturally I had to watch this one as well, and for some reason I feel like it’s the one I watched last.

That is the Taniwha from the episode, being looked at by a Maori kid and a talking Tuatara. Sorry buddy, but you are not Wawoo, even if your face is really scowly and red. There’s no striping, no black, no mass destruction or strong villainy in the episode, and even the height is too lowballed to match. I think we’ve got a game of comparing an oven to a volcano here.

So that was it. The most recent piece of progress toward figuring out who Wawoo is and where to go to see his feature again was a 2019 hint about a cartoon show with 3 available episodes, and I’ve come no closer since then. Seeing a Taniwha that tries and fails to be Wawoo was disappointing, but I’m very grateful for the fact that I now know what the show Tamatoa the Brave Warrior is, as this has been a massive step forward in figuring this thing out. It gives me an extra bit of closure that I didn’t have before.

Maybe I will find out what the memory was some day, and I’m hoping for it. Maybe more episodes will be discovered and posted to the website NZ On Screen, and I’ll see the episode with the terrifying rampaging beast in it. At least, that’s possible if the scene wasn’t just a memory of me sleeping and dreaming…
 
 
 
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