I Am Completely Serious

Pokemon tarot deck. No, it’s cute! Hitmontop looks very calm about being Hanged.

Sakana-sensei: – well, saying that you “have no eye” for something does mean that you love it, but you use it to say you love things of a certain type, whether they’re good or bad or expensive or whatever. Like, you could say, “I have no eye for food,” if you like eating and don’t care what. So SuperShadow can’t just say, “I have no eye for YamaPi.” He’s just one person -

Screech-san: What if you cloned him -

Sakana-sensei: No.

Kimiho-san: No, wait, wait – couldn’t you say it and mean “I love YamaPi no matter what, even if he does something bad?”

SuperShadow: He wouldn’t do anything bad.

Sakana-sensei: Ohhh, sort of, “Even if YamaPi lost his voice, even if he got married tomorrow, even if he killed someone -”

SuperShadow: No!

Possibly Me: “Even if he ate a baby.”

SuperShadow: No! He wouldn’t do that! He wouldn’t!

Sakana-sensei: Eh. No, you can’t use it that way.

There comes a time in one’s life when one must to ask oneself: has the Takarazuka Revue ever done a production of Torikaebaya Monogatari? This time does not last very long, because obviously they have.

They have also done The Great Gatsby. And Gone With the Wind repeatedly. Moustache technology had not yet been perfected in the 80′s.

(And also Black Jack. Pompadour technology, however, was already quite advanced by the mid-90′s.)

These pictures are all so insanely awesome. I bet they have to glue new glitter on those period costumes after every show.

Edit A Minute Later: According to what appears to be one of the Revue’s official websites, the Torikaebaya one’s based on Kihara Toshie’s manga adaptation, rather than directly on the original book. This would explain the differing titles (Torikaebaya Ibun).

Part of my lunch today involved convenience store food, specifically a banana wrapped in chocolate cake with chocolate cream in it. I was tired, and didn’t realize until I’d eaten most of it that it was horrible. I’m probably going to hate chocolate for a couple days. It’s a weird feeling.

Relatedly: As of today, there exists an audio record of my confession to having deliberately, and with malice aforethought, given a bunch of junk food to a diabetic priest with poor impulse control.

(The assignment was to “tell a funny story about something you did,” and actually, that teacher might very well be collecting blackmail material. Her example story was a recording she had of another teacher’s “and that’s why I’m not allowed back in that bar” story.)

I’m re-reading Mercedes Lackey books. This is how you can tell I’m tired.

Somehow I always forget how stupid Vanyel is. He’s pretty stupid.

Spoiler cut in case there is a person out there who can’t guess what sort of stuff happens in Magic’s Price:

Continue reading “Oh, Mercedes Lackey.”

It has a camera. This is new stuff for me.

It doesn’t have a charger. Or, it has a charger base, but no cable for it. This appears to be standard procedure. I think I’ve actually seen the cables at the 100-yen store, but I’m too hot and grumpy to go get one tonight.

Talking to myself below cut: Continue reading “I have a cell phone now.”

I just spent five hours trying to get a cell phone, and failed. I will secure my disgust safely behind a cut so as not to add unnecessarily to the general toxicity of the internet.

Continue reading “I hope there’s a shounen manga about fighting evil cell phone conglomerates.”