Update, Samurai-Spanking, Miracle Whip (Not As Dirty As It Sounds, Unfortunately)

[amarissia]

I've gotten unexpectedly ahead on the typing, so I figured there's no reason not to update. :)

So ahead, in fact, that I've been able to rest my fingers and do some other fun stuff. I didn't make a note of who recommended the manga of Ayane Yamano to me, but whoever it was, thank you! She won me over with Ikoku Iroikoi Romantan, and then I really liked that Loveprize...Finder...thingy. I don't remember precisely what it was called. And now I'm reading Crimson Spell. I love this mangaka! I've noticed that the main characters often look the same in different works, and I like that. It's like following the same people through different dimensions.

And though I'm still disappointed about Mr. Internet not having in its vastness the more recent episodes of Tenchijin, at least I'm getting to revisit the early episodes. And I had a chance to confirm something I thought I might have hallucinated. HA, I knew it! I KNEW I didn't imagine the samurai-spanking! Wikipedia was right, those dudes were horny. :)

Yes, this is the sort of thing I get up to. I'm not all angst, you know. Just mostly.

Finally, apropos of nothing, is anyone else getting annoyed at the new Miracle Whip commercials? Miracle Whip, you are not edgy, stop pretending before I ban you from my sandwiches for eternity.

Comments

[robonun.livejournal.com]

I don't see most commercials anymore. Ever since I told Comcast to take their substandard cable service, turn it sideways and shove it up their ass, the TV in the Robo household is used solely to watch DVDs and play console games. Edgy Miracle Whip indeed.

Between not recognizing A.A. Attanasio (though he's been writing sf/fantasy long enough that I should've) or Yamane Ayano (I've seen the art all over without having a name to put to it), I'm starting to feel somewhat unlettered. I think I'm going to have to console myself with some classics soon. Time to dig out the Tolkien.

[amarissia.livejournal.com]

Tolkien is enough to expiate all literary sins, fortunately. :)