You’ll have to forgive me, but I’m under the weather and I had to work on a Saturday. If I’d known a cold was creeping up on me I never would have agreed to sacrifice half my weekend for a slightly less meager paycheck… Ah well. I wonder, what can this week’s anime do to cheer me up?
Eh, thanks for trying, Sekirei, but clogged sinuses prevent me from worshipping such a glorious, oversized sight.
Heh. Chikage’s a klutz. He’s like the male version of the uber-moe girl who falls on her face every two minutes. What’s the masculine of moe, by the way? Homoe?
Theeeeere we go. Thank you Sunrise.
I’ll have a longer and more proper TWIA post up tomorrow, but for now, I’m doing all I can to keep my head from splitting open and my nose from bursting into flames. I will toss out a question, though: out of all the summer shows I’m not covering, which one is most worthy of discovery? After dumping Strike Witches I have an open slot, which I’m itching to fill with a new series, hopefully one that’s not about nubile underage girls parading their butter-supple thighs around.
-Mr. K
