This weekend unfolded with little to differentiate it from any other weekend with the possible exception of it's inclusion of a very small, insidiously adorable boy-child of 2 that I was asked to babysit for 2 days as a favor to a friend. This small addition required I be up by 6 instead of till 6, that sharp objects be conspicuously missing from all activities, and that the television was never changed from channel 24, where one may engage in viewing notable children's shows like Clifford The Big Red Dog and Curious George. There was a little whining when I tried to go to the bathroom by myself. Gates had to be put up barring access to any room of the house where cleaners, small explosives, and lab equipment were accessible to small hands. Oh, and smoke breaks had to be taken in the laundry room or through the back glass door. So I guess, a lot made this weekend different from other weekends...
But he's fucking cute, isn't he?
He likes monkeys, puppies, and trucks. He does not like talking to strangers. An aerobic exercise ball can provide hours of excitement. Chicken fingers and a box of raisons for lunch never gets boring. I don't remember a time when life was so simple for myself but golly, it sure sounds nice doesn't it?
It is probably because of this that despite my contention that I never watch anime anymore I started to yearn for some form of animated serialized adventure and ended up downloading the complete Honey and Clover series, one hour at a time- which is as often as megaupload will allow you to download for free. Despite involving a tiny blonde artist-girl with a legion of admirers, it wasn't my cup of tea (though it did fill nap time adequately). It's about some art-college students and their pointless drama, love, shojou shit* (*shojou is japanese for 'story with male characters that are complete pussies who cry all the time'). Generally, I go in for cartoons with mayhem, blood, maybe a few lusty tentacles, and at least one girl with pink hair..all of which is entirely absent from this series... And yet, there was a scene in the 2nd to last episode that almost made ME break down in tears... while I'm sitting in the kitchen... and there are other people walking around... Fuck. This is not a good time to start growing ovaries.
....What have the japanese done to me?
But he's fucking cute, isn't he?
He likes monkeys, puppies, and trucks. He does not like talking to strangers. An aerobic exercise ball can provide hours of excitement. Chicken fingers and a box of raisons for lunch never gets boring. I don't remember a time when life was so simple for myself but golly, it sure sounds nice doesn't it?
It is probably because of this that despite my contention that I never watch anime anymore I started to yearn for some form of animated serialized adventure and ended up downloading the complete Honey and Clover series, one hour at a time- which is as often as megaupload will allow you to download for free. Despite involving a tiny blonde artist-girl with a legion of admirers, it wasn't my cup of tea (though it did fill nap time adequately). It's about some art-college students and their pointless drama, love, shojou shit* (*shojou is japanese for 'story with male characters that are complete pussies who cry all the time'). Generally, I go in for cartoons with mayhem, blood, maybe a few lusty tentacles, and at least one girl with pink hair..all of which is entirely absent from this series... And yet, there was a scene in the 2nd to last episode that almost made ME break down in tears... while I'm sitting in the kitchen... and there are other people walking around... Fuck. This is not a good time to start growing ovaries.
....What have the japanese done to me?