“Debugging is twice as hard as writing the code in the first place. Therefore, if you write the code as cleverly as possible, you are, by definition, not smart enough to debug it.”
— Brian KernighanIn which Our Wannabe Heroine Ruri instantly claims the coveted Best Girl position. Also Breast Girl, because the camera just can’t stop panning up from her impressive chest to her lively face. More, please.
Our Overpowered Overprotective Mom, on the other hand, is a real pain (literally and figuratively). Sadly, I think the writers believe her severe physical abuse of husband and son is funny. Less, please.
Next week looks to uncover The Mystery Of Ruri, while hopefully also uncovering The Body Of Ruri. Fingers crossed, but likely broken in three places by Mom, whose secret was almost revealed, and which is almost certainly the reason Our Hoe Master accidentally became OP.
(unrelated swordswoman is unrelated; I swear there’s even less fan-art for this show than there was last week, and the only picture of Ruri is recognizable only due to her costume)
In which Our Pricktastic Hero Party really, really needs to learn to read the room… as soon as they recover from the savage beatdown inflicted by Our Tamer And His Amazing Waifus. Seriously, I think they all need clean panties now; especially the two guys.
Next week: into the woods! Which will probably involve a cameo by the chastened hero party, and some tag-team waifu-taming action.
As in, I did a lot of sweeping and mopping, after staring in awe at just how much vegetation they cleaned out of my yard. They left the healthy trees and took out pretty much everything else, and the new plants will start going into the ground in a few days.
They should be starting on the new drainage and the privacy hedge this week, as well as ripping out the grass down by the street.
(sadly, none of the slashing crew looked like this…)
In which a mountain of exposition is bookended by some good old-fashioned goblin-slaughtering. In the middle, some very mild cheesecake, as safety bubbles protect Our Maiden Adventurer from exploitation, and even Our Bountiful Receptionist doesn’t show the goods in the bath; not that kind of show.
(Fran-art continues to be in short supply, despite the apparent popularity of the show)
Yesterday, I had furniture being delivered, plants being removed, flooring being finished, the landscape designer showing up to suggest some changes, the contractor showing up to figure out how to fix the entry to one of the showers (the old piece was damaged by heavy wheelchair use), three different package-delivery companies dropping things off, “my wife to murder, and Guilder to frame for it”.
Sadly, they ran out of flooring and shoe molding, and while the sales rep managed to find more from the same lot, it has to be trucked in from a warehouse in California.
The shoe molding was the contractor’s late ordering, the shortage of flooring was the sales rep’s miscalculation. Despite measuring the interior and having the original blueprints in hand, instead of ordering at least 104%, we ended up with about 98%. Sigh.
Today, I’ve got a plumber coming to re-seat the last toilet (new floor is significantly lower than the old one in that room), two guys coming to help me move furniture back into place, my sister coming for the weekend, and the Dread Pirate Roberts is here for your souls. There will be no survivors.
This week, Our Flash Heroine makes a quick recovery from the effort of slaughtering the raging mob of giant flaming bears last week, enough so that she decides to visit the nearest big town and makes a three-day trip in half a day. There she meets a bad alchemist and a good alchemist, turns a profit on gooey bits, and heads home in time to invite Our Gatherer Girls to move in, get her house repaired, and make magic induction ranges for both herself and the local inn.
That sounds like a lot, but the pacing still feels like casual slice-of-life, mostly due to the time spent on Cute Girls Doing Cute Things.
(spooky cute girl doing spooky cute things is unrelated but seasonal)
Mold-ing, that is. The flooring was ordered back in July, and arrived at the warehouse well over a month ago. So it came as a surprise to me that the shoe molding wasn’t even ordered until Friday. The guy installing the floors was equally surprised, when he asked the contractor last Tuesday when it would be on-site so he could finish the front half of the house.
So when it came time to move everything from the back of the house onto the finished sections, we had to leave 2-3 feet for access to the walls, so now everything has to get moved an additional time to put it all back where it belongs on Thursday. sigh
On the bright side, my new custom bedroom set from the local Amish furniture store is ready, and will be delivered Thursday. By English truck, of course.
(pretty sure Kiki doesn’t do furniture deliveries…)
In which Our Feckless Farmer faces a legendary dragon, armed only with the power of… another legendary dragon. And his farmer’s soul, which is equally important. So, basically, just being insanely OP isn’t enough, and he gets even-more-powerful help for no good reason.
Does he manage to save Our Busty Guild Receptionist? Well, yeah, obviously, since she’s in the credits as a haremette. The experience not only cures her depression and survivor’s guilt, it makes her a little bonkers, as well as a suitably equipped Companion In Arms (and legs, and quite likely wings and a tail).
She doesn’t yet know that her new romantic rival is Our Besotted Princess, but I’m sure it will come up soon. Meanwhile, Our Hapless Hoe-master is inexplicably weak to being molested by orcs of both sexes, despite his ability to one-shot a dragon with a carrot.
Next week, Ruri!
(unrelated swordswoman is not Ruri, and, seriously, enough with the orc-rape running gag, please)
In which Our Thoroughly-tamed Dragon-Waifu learns important lessons about friendship, loyalty, and not wandering around in Condition White. Also, the underwhelming secret origin of Our Taming Hero!
Next week, Our Asshole Adventurers come back to mess with his peace of mind.
(and, yes, he gained super-fire-magic from last week’s taming)
Has anyone written a “Reincarnated As Truck-kun” meta-isekai story yet?
In P.C. Hodgell’s latest Kencyr novel, Deathless Gods, a character is described as having a “scowling continence”. 😁
I had to stop and reread the line just in case, because in the previous book, there was an incident where a pair of abused twins used their powers to inflict explosive diarrhea on their tormenters. As one does.
(picture is definitely unrelated; you’re welcome)
In which Our Flat-Affect Flatcat lights up after acquiring Our Visionary Blacksmith’s conveniently cute armor, and Random Lingerie Shopkeep saves us from the perilous possibility of no-pantsu shots. The animators have so far expressed no interest in upskirting Our Underage Heroine, but best to avoid temptation.
Exposition and status screens are kept relatively low-key this week, continuing the trend of avoiding the stat-overdose present in the light novels. Other things are also nicely streamlined, with Garrus just handwaving away how he happened to have some cute armor on the ready-to-wear rack.
And cute is indeed the theme of this show, despite the jarring tone shift in the OP. Fran is an adorable engine of destruction, who’s happy just to have good food, a soft bed, and unlimited monsters to kill.
(I hope the show is successful enough to show her reaching her goal in a future season, and that it’s handled better than in the light novels, which spring it on the reader and then reveal the details in a flashback)
Flooring guy hadn’t been told that some of the squeaks are not the usual sort of thing where the boards have come loose from the joists over the years, but are the result of metal cross-braces in the basement having worked themselves loose. Those aren’t something he’s equipped to fix, so he called the main contractor, who was already planning to handle them himself.
The latest updates to the Adobe Creative Cloud suite are not compatible with macOS Catalina, although it looks like they’ll continue to do security updates and bug-fixes for a while. One more reason to finish migrating things to my Windows 11 laptop!
In which Our Glowing Alchemigal saves one life for money, and then saves everyone’s life for free, although she’s sure to make a tidy profit by harvesting gooey bits from the raging mob of giant flaming bears that she pretty much kills without any help and at no risk to herself. Clearly this is the same sort of “alchemy” that Edward Elric practiced…
The front half of the house gets covered back up Wednesday. By the way, I don’t think I mentioned it earlier, but this is the stuff we’re using. Today was spent smoothing, leveling, and de-squeaking, so the flooring guy is going to, um, “hit the ground running” in the morning. I won’t be hanging around and getting in the way; I’ve been in a hotel since Sunday, and I just show up in the morning and evening.
“Do you have a floor preference?”
“Yeah, I would like a floor.”
“No, what level?”
“How about… ‘Beginner’?”
(and if you find that quote naggingly familiar, as I did, it’s from an early Paula Poundstone concert)
In which we answer the question, “what if someone remade Dog Days as a light-hearted slave-harem comedy without the isekai element?”.
Also apparently without the MCSAs. In fact, it’s pretty much a fan-service-free zone; Our Skirted Haremettes even possess powerful anti-upskirt magic.
Anyway, after two episodes with the catgirl-waifu, we apparently get two with the dragon-waifu. Note that after worrying last week that acquiring her powers might burn out Our Tamer’s nervous system, Our Catgirl doesn’t seem the least bit concerned about him doubling the amperage by adding a dragon; He’s Just That Good.
More officially, Raising my farming skills somehow made me powerful.
And by powerful, they mean “godlike”, because his perfectly ordinary fantasy world has status screens that everyone can use, and that give clear numbers showing him to be off the scale, enough so that within minutes of getting his DLC upgrade, he rescues the local princess in a way guaranteed to set fire to her panties. To which he is of course oblivious.
Why did I watch this? Because there was a lot of dead time in the Confluence upgrade I ran on Saturday (dumping and reloading the DB to upgrade from Postgres 9.6 to 14, rsyncing the shared-home content, running the upgrade, reindexing, etc, etc).
Also, the haremettes are cute, particularly short-haired heroine-wannabe Ruri, who hasn’t shown up yet, sadly.
Note that the one who glomps him in the OP is not a haremette. At least I hope not; she’s his mom.
(there’s hardly even any inept porn for this show, much less decent
fan-art; then again, in the first two episodes, they really only
introduced the first haremette, and episode three ends on a
cliffhangerpigsticker)
…I can’t close my garage door. At this time of year, that happens to be right about 5 PM.
Fortunately, I saw this twenty years ago at the old house, so I knew why the same remote control that was able to open the garage at a distance of 75 feet suddenly couldn’t close it from 6 feet away: the sun is striking the do-not-crush-things sensor. The quick fix is to tape a piece of cardboard next to it as a sunshade.
Or not leave the house while the sun’s up. 😁
It took a lot longer to find happy-fun NSFW pics, between models trying/failing to look “sultry” or “sexy”, and the fact that most AV actresses don’t seem to be too happy with their career choices (and the vast majority of nude models in Japan these days are porn starlets; didn’t used to be that way).