I Am Completely Serious

Please, aid me in my endeavor, citizens of the internet!

That’s the literal Satan, now! It cannot be just a nickname for a bad dude – I am not putting the complete works of Georgette Heyer on my list! And Judeo-Christian-Islamic Satans only, please! Maohs and Enmas do not count.

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1. The Black Jewels Trilogy, by Anne Bishop. (duh)
2. Angel Sanctuary, by Kaori Yuki. (duh)
3. 666 Satan / O-Parts Hunter, by Seishi Kishimoto. (Seishi Kishimoto is Masashi Kishimoto the Naruto dude’s twin brother, and the plot and art of the two are pretty nearly identical at the beginning. Except that instead of the hero being a fox demon in the form of a little boy who gets in trouble a lot, the hero is Satan, in the form of a little boy who gets in trouble a lot. Shounen Satan Sample Dialog: “It’s… cold… What’s this intensity? Th…that kid… His hair and eyes have changed… And that forehead… The Number of the Beast, 666!”)
4. Phantom-Thief Jeanne/Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne, by Tanemura Arina. (Shoujo Satan Sample Dialog: “But then Satan pretended to save you and got you in his grasp. Do you want to be used by such a terrible person?!” “Don’t speak ill of Satan!”)
5. Akuma no Eros, by Shinjo Mayu. (Shoujo Satan Sample Dialog: “I want to use these hands to ruin your pureness!” “Pure… pureness!? Me!? This childish face and childlike body!? If Kai wasn’t Satan… if I didn’t have an agreement with him, maybe I would had agreed with him…” (I can’t honestly encourage anyone to read this one, actually. It’s decidedly non-feminist Satanic romance.))
6. Being A Green Mother and For Love of Evil, Piers Anthony. (via cerusee)

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I’m convinced I’m missing an incredibly obvious one, but I’ve been sitting here trying to pin it down for like ten minutes now.

I don’t know what’s on my shirt. It’s white, and it’s in kind of a ring from my shoulderblades to midway down my back, and it’s gritty. It hangs just outside the edges of the obligatory upper-back sweat-stain I get when I haul the backpack around in hot weather. The placement is wrong for it to be something that came off the backpack. Tentative working theory is that not all the detergent got rinsed out in the wash.

Also, I went to a park again today. It was very nice. I then went to the Shinjuku Isetan to look for junk food, but it turns out that the world’s most expensive department store has not miraculously become cheaper since last week! Yes, I was surprised, too. They were charging completely inappropriate prices for taiyaki and I ended up having to call the police. I bought my cake and tiny box of soymilk at the station.

I went to the most Tokyo place in all of Tokyo yesterday. Please take turns guessing where I think that is while I work up the necessary energy to tag and upload the pictures.