“Mom said Daddy’s dead! But I’m okay now! But I wasn’t okay enough to ask her WTF!” Fortunately Our 2D-Lovin’ Hero has a nose for ears, and he’ll whiplash this mess into shape!
Anyway, the psychological trauma is resolved with a good cry and some hugging, and even an invitation to join the squeeze play doesn’t give Our Devoted Hero a stiffy (the camera actually checked). We got a brief cameo from Our Hot Teacher providing advice on dealing with Comiket announcements, but she was scooped by Our Eager Tsuntail, who took advantage of her modeling popularity to spread the word on TV.
Verdict: the fates are conspiring to reunite Daddy and Daughter through the power of cosplay, and they’ve made sure it will all work out by enlisting Our Universal Father Figure to voice him.
(Teacher ever-so-casually admitted that she’ll be there showing off alongside the other three “heavenly queens”, so next week should be full of eye candy)
I think they spent more money animating Our Wide-Eyed Cuddly Newbie’s karaoke dance scene than they did on last week’s fight scene. I suppose they could afford that because there’s no fight scene this week, just team-building and a chance for Kana to find out what life is like at one of the big MG corps. Which means we get to see a new gal doing… something next week.
This week, half of the surviving players think the new twist sucks the fun out of the event, and the other half think it’s gonna be awesome to screw everyone over. In other words, half of them don’t get to play the game they signed up for. This can be considered a metaphor for recent anime seasons.
Verdict: so far, the running battle in episode 3 between two side characters who killed each other off is the high point of the show.
I have received more mail in the past month than in the previous two years, all of it political spam for offices other than the president. I have received no SMS or MMS political spam, but I have (company-confidential) reason to believe that there’s a double fuckton of it being sent to other people. Possibly a triple fuckton.
As for The Big Race, some of the wealthier neighborhoods around Dayton have some Commie-Waltz signs up, but the working-class areas I drive through every day are swimming in Trump/Vance signs, many quite large, and unlike when I lived in California, they don’t get torn down.
Last week I linked to Jacob Holo’s Freelancers of Neptune, due to the presence of a sexy catgirl on the cover. How’s the actual book? Fun. The world-building gives the reader enough to work with while hinting at future possibilities, the heroes are good people with actual motives, there’s a complete absence of preachy woke bullshit, and the story moves along at a decent clip. The Big Bad does twirl his mustache a bit, but you can’t have everything, and you can have a catgirl. (well, somebody can have a catgirl; Our Captain doesn’t want this one)
(most of my saved catgirl pics are more “M appeal” than Emma Peel, but some of them are at least armed)
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