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Date-Based Archive Weekend Anime Briefing

In case you were wondering what I did over the long weekend, the answer is, predictably, that I watched anime. I downloaded a few shows. And by a few I mean a lot. Here are some of them, in order of whether or not they were worth my time, from best to worst:

Wolf's Rain (watched 2 eps) - Wolf's Rain is by Bones Inc., an off-shoot studio of Sunrise, who brought us Cowboy Bebop. The character design is similar to Bebop, but newer and shinier. The show takes place in an apocalyptic future where a group of wolves who can disguise themselves as gay male humans are looking for the way to Paradise. Or something. I've only seen two episodes. There are also some vampires.

Oruchuban Ebichu (watched 8 eps) - From studio Gainax, Oruchuban Ebichu is the house-cleaning hamster! Ebichu tries to help out her master, but usually ends up getting smacked around and landing in a pool of her own blood. Half the time Ebichu deserves it. This is an erotic comedy that asks the viewer, "Why doesn't the Office Lady just buy a hamster cage?"

Hikaru No Go (watched 6 eps) - The Master of Go! You know the game "Go" with the little black and white stones? Like in the movie Pi? Well, in this series, a young boy is possessed by a 500 year old ghost who used to tutor the Emperor in the game of Go. The ghost's goal is to play "The Hand of God", which is not really explained in the series. The ten year old boy who becomes a puppet Go-Player for the ghost struggles to understand why other people are so goddamned serious about this game. At the end of each episode, there are little live-action Go-playing lessons that doesn't really help one understand the tournaments in the anime series. This show is really awesome for a sports genre anime, but I doubt it will ever be licensed for sale in the U.S., due to a distinct disinterest in Go.

The Glass Mask (watched 4 eps) - When Rick recommends a series, all of us are a little wary. However, Glass Mask turns out to be very good indeed! It's quite old, so you have to deal with weird character design and some slow segments, however, the plot moves right along. The protagonist wants to be an actress so badly that she's willing to endure anything, including physical pain and psychological abuse at the hands of her instructor! N. thinks that the series is a useful guide for young actors - but we all know he's crazy.

Macross Zero OVA (watched 1 eps) - Although very pretty, Macross Zero has all of it's dogfights animated in CG. They did a really good job with the CG, but it still doesn't look as impressive as the 2D animation in previous Macross series. The plot was somewhat interesting, but not extraordinary. I only watched the first episode.

Matantei Loki Ragnarok (watched 1 eps) - In this ridiculous (possibly CLAMP) show, Loki is re-born into the body of a 10-year-old boy. In a predictable turn of events, he becomes a supremely gay, ultra-rich detective who investigates paranormal events. Leave it to CLAMP to combine Norse mythology with Scooby Doo.

Panyo Panyo Digi Charat (watched 1 eps) - I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT WAS GOING ON IN THIS SHOW. What happened to Rabbi-En-Rose and the comic book store? Who were the new cat-characters? And why were they costumed thieves of justice, a la Saint Tail? They rescued a dolphin, for some reason. But... I don't think they were on Earth.

Naruto - (watched 1 eps) - Naruto is about to graduate from some kind of ninja school in a remote tribe in some crazy fantasy version of Japan. He's an orphan trouble-maker, kind of like a ninja version of Dennis the Menace, only older. There are some demons, some laughs, some serious bits - you get the idea. It was second-tier anime, in that it lacked anything distinctly good or unique. I'd probably only watch another episode if I was extremely bored or got a high recommendation from someone else.

Get Backers - (watched 2 minutes) - Get Backers fits into the Saint Tail-genre of "good" thieves who steal things back (returning stolen items via theft) thereby setting things right. The character design in this show is ridiculous and extremely shiny. For some reason, everyone has super-long shirts... it didn't seem that interesting after 2 minutes.

Aqua Age, or "The Blue-Green Years" - (watched 1 eps) - This ought to be labeled "Bulk Anime" as the show seemed to be some kind of generic, store-brand shojou. The art design was unremarkable, the plot was painfully predictable, and the characters were boring. Not one person had anything remarkable or unusual about them. The plot centered around two girls entering Junior High. One has a crush on the other's childhood friend (oh gee, didn't see that coming) but the boy has a crush on the other girl, the one who hasn't hit puberty enough to think about guys "that way". The highlight of the show was the preview for the next episode, where the girl laments "I was taught that a triangle is the strongest shape - why can't we all just be friends together?"

Groove Adventure Rave - (watched 2 minutes) - Much to my surprise, this show has nothing to do with Raves. Instead, it's about some guy looking for a mystical gem. *Yawn*, yes, that character has bouncy breasts, like I give a shit - *yawn* - yeah, so I didn't watch that. It was more insufferable than freakin' Aqua Age.

The Piano Lesson - (watched 30 seconds) - This show had the hideous character design-disasters of Air Master. 30 seconds after the loathsome theme song nothing had happened yet, so I just stopped watching. The kicker? This file took the longest to download.

I've linked to the Bittorent sites I got these files from over there on the left.

Posted by erin at 04:31 PM | Comments (6)

Date-Based Archive Oh my freaking god there's an anime network...

Did you know that in Philadelphia there's a 24-hour all-anime television network?!! GOOD GOD! HOW HAS THIS ESCAPED MY ATTENTION?!!

Quickly, children, run to TheAnimeNetwork.com and demand it in your zip code.

It's run by ADV Vision, just so you know.

Posted by erin at 12:20 AM | Comments (4)

Date-Based Archive Cottage Cheese and Asparagus

This week I have tried two foods that I have not eaten in twenty years. One is asparagus, and the other, cottage cheese.

I remember when I was small my dad ate quite a bit of cottage cheese. I tried some once or twice and decided that it was slimy and awful.

When I was growing up, my family kept an asparagus patch. Every spring my mother would pick asparagus and sell it by the quarter-bushel for extra cash. My brother and I had to pick it, too - it turns out asparagus is a giant pain in the ass to pick. One usually needs a pocket knife to cut it, and it requires bending over, as asparagus must be cut a couple inches from the ground. It doesn't grow close together, so this means walking and bending and stooping - which is hard on the back.

Every spring our house would fill with the smell of freshly picked asparagus cooking on the stove - and if you ask me, it smells like piss. I refused to eat such a back-paining piss-smelling food.

That is, until last Sunday when I was at a friend's parent's house for dinner. Rather than be rude and snub the asparagus, I gave it a try. I was neither impressed by the taste, nor disgusted.

Cottage cheese, on the other hand, comes in delicious low-fat flavors with a similar calorie count to low-fat yogurt. It tastes cheese-errific, and otherwise sublime. It is no where near as slimy as I remember it.

Posted by erin at 03:51 PM | Comments (3)

Date-Based Archive Hot Yo-Yo on Yo-Yo Action

The Northeast Regional page features useful videos for their tricks. I probably shouldn't post this link, because now Rick will watch all the videos... but oh well. Kerry, I trust you haven't forgotten how to yo-yo, and will teach me some new tricks when you get back.

Posted by erin at 12:33 PM | Comments (1)

Date-Based Archive Lauren & Troy Part II

So Lauren and Troy’s wedding ceremony was taking place in this tiny little church in the middle of nowhere (only 5 minutes from my parent’s house!) literally across the street from a farm with silos and the whole nine yards. The preacher (not a priest, so I don’t know the exact title) was an energetic little man who told little jokes and flashed the peace symbol (or V for victory?) after each joke. He immediately took a liking to N. at the rehearsal, and proceeded to chat with him up until N. said he’d gone to Columbia - then it was all over - reverse-snobbery. Obviously if you went to an ivy league school you have no time for “the salt of the earth.”

And after that it was pretty much smooth sailing. The wedding went largely without incident. A good time was had by all, so to speak. Ten minutes before showtime I waited calmly with the other bridesmaids, as they recalled a more hectic wedding. They also recalled Lauren’s childhood plan for bridesmaid’s dresses – hot pink with neon orange tights and large floppy hats. We were all grateful that Lauren had instead chosen more reasonably long powder-blue dresses with see-through Ren-fair-esque sleeves. The dresses were sewn by my friend Robin, who shocked us all by being at once an excellent seamstress and also suddenly 6 months pregnant!

At the wedding and the reception I met a large number of old friends and classmates who I hadn’t seen in years and years, including but not limited to Beth, my second-grade-best friend who I hadn’t seen since about 3rd grade. I was weirded out by the large number of former classmates who were now either married or pregnant or both. Weirder still was to see the child of my former drum major, who was born in 1994 or 1995 and I hadn’t seen since. That child is now eight years old!!! Good god!

The wedding reception was at a restaurant that had a private room in the back, with a little dance floor. I was disappointed to learn that sitting at the head table with the wedding party is not all glamour and excitement. Instead, it was awkward and lonely, as I really couldn't talk to anyone from that position. After dinner the wedding party quickly dissipated into the crowd. The bar was thankfully an open bar, at least until 8pm.

The DJ was as disappointing as all wedding DJ’s, playing the normal horrible roster of songs barely updated since 1986. On the playlist were the god-awful “Chicken Dance,” “The Macarena” and “The La Bumba”. The few songs that Lauren and Troy had actually picked out were good, but everything else was almost unbearably cheesy wedding fare. Lauren made us dance a polka, even though no one knew how to polka.

Rebecca recalled a wedding where the bride had given the DJ two lists, one of acceptable songs and one of “forbidden” songs – and the DJ had confused the lists. At first the bride didn’t know this, and proceeded to stalk down whoever had “requested” November Rain in order to kill them.

I want the song from the end of Otaku No Video played at my wedding:

It’s called “Otaku no Mayoimichi” (The Lost Way of the Otaku):

[an excerpt:]

Near Makuhari, where the snow
is falling, I walk around with you.
Even the cold breeze
feels gentle.

You, with your dazzling smile,
your Char costume-play is
wonderful too.
Hold me tight, just like Lalah.

I love you.
I love you so much.
Let’s spend the night in line.
Anime is the best.
It’s the shining memory
of our youth.
We’ll always be together.
An endless hope that connects
even our dreams together.
We’ll set our sights on working
in the industry.
Oh, a fully satisfied life.

The Lost Way of Otaku.

(lyrics by Kana Yoshimi, music by Tanaka Koohei).

Posted by erin at 02:32 AM | Comments (3)

Date-Based Archive Lauren & Troy, Part 1

Tomorrow I am flying home to be a bridesmaid in the wedding of two of my high school friends, Lauren and Troy. The coincident of their coupling is mired in a sea of probability, hinging on an unlikely chain of events. That said, they've been together for almost five years, so it's no real surprise that they're getting married.

To begin at the very beginning, Troy was a senior in high school when I was a freshmen. My best friend, Jen ended up running cross country because Troy was on the team and she had a crush on him. I joined cross country because of Jen, and running became a huge part of my life after that. Jen dated Troy for the next two years (1993-1995).

Troy went to college at the University of Houston because of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. This is because he missed a question about the movie in the final round of Quizbusters (a local show on PBS). The grand prize was a full scholarship to Michigan State University, but Troy buzzed in too soon and blurted out "Butch Cassidy" when the answer was the "Sundance Kid," and got the Houston scholarship instead.

I got Lauren to join cross country when I was a senior in high school and she was a sophomore (1996). Lauren was too young to drive, and I had a car, so I gave her rides home from practice. By my senior year Jen was dating some other guy, and my friend Rebecca was dating this other guy's friend, and they were never around. Lauren was always around, since she had no car, so I could always count on her to hang out, and we became good friends.

I graduated from high school (97) and Troy graduated from college (98). In the summer of 1998, I went on a road trip to visit a friend in Marquette (does Whir still read this? He knows where that is...). I took Lauren with me (and M___, in case she reads this). Before I left I got a random call from Troy, who was in Texas at the time. He was coming back to Michigan for a couple of weeks and needed a ride home from the airport. His parents couldn't make it.

This pretty much floored me, since I hadn't heard from Troy in four years. Nevertheless, I agreed to pick him up, scheduling the end of the road trip around his flight. That's how Troy met Lauren, initially.

More coincidences took place thereafter: I dropped Troy off from the airport, not thinking I'd see him again. But low and behold, Troy called that night. He was getting together with his old friends from high school, and invited me to come and hang out with them. He gave me really crappy directions to Josh's apartment.

I drove downtown with R____ and couldn't find the place. We parked the car and walked around for a while, almost giving up several times. The directions were just that bad. I didn't have Josh's phone number, so finally I called my parents. Fortunately, the phone number was still on the caller ID.

We finally made it to Josh's party, and the events of that night had lasting repercussions: I dated Josh for about a week, then Lauren dated him for three weeks. Jen dated Josh's roommate Mike for about six months. Then I dated Troy for about 3 months. Jen wasn't two happy with me, even though her relationship with him had ended almost four years ago. It didn't work out with Troy and I, and after we broke up, karma kicked my ass and he started dating Lauren.

Anyway, you can see the roll coincidence has played here... if Troy didn't need a ride for the airport, or if I'd have given up on finding Josh's party, well, I wouldn't be going to a wedding this weekend.

Posted by erin at 12:04 PM | Comments (10)

Date-Based Archive He wasn't a rock, he was a rock lobster

I have two warnings for this post:

1. I finally told my mom about this blog, so she might actually start reading it. I told my dad some time ago, but I think he instantly forgot the URL. There's only a 20% chance that my mom will do the same.

2. The following post is about our Dungeons and Dragons game, so anyone who's not interested in reading about it is advised - well, to not read it.

In D&D, in order to cast some spells, one needs a "material component". This is usually some small item, like a plant or stone, that allows you to cast the spell. Since many of the players in our party are not the most experienced, we let slip for a long time that we did not know of, nor did we possess, many of the items needed to cast the most basic of spells. In the party's rule-ignoring heyday, we would make 40 deliciously healing goodberries a night, only figuring out later that the spell could only be cast by Druids (which none of us were), and even then, a Druid can only make about one goodberry a week, or some other ridiculously low and impractical number.

Augury is a pretty good spell, castable by most clerics, wherein a character prays to his or her god (in our case, Hal), and is allowed to ask a yes-or-no question, the effects of which apply to the next ten minutes of game-time. In other words, the player can ask the Dungeon Master stuff like, "If we take the path to the left, will we be in mortal danger over the next ten minutes?" To which the Dungeon Master (Hal) usefully answers, "Yes my child, your lives will be in peril on the left path..." There is a maximum number of times this can be cast in a day, and god doesn't always answer (if the DM fails a dice roll, I think). Augury has gotten us out of trouble countless times in the past... that is, until we realized that the material component for augury is a set of bones inlaid with jewels, or a cross inlaid with gold, or some other similar pricey religious artifact which we did not possess.

Hal gave us a grace period in which we (I) could keep casting the spell. In the meantime, we as a party needed to look for such an item, if we ever wanted to cast augury again. The grace period has long since run out. The party did do some looking for pricey artifacts in a city at one point, but did not find anything worthwhile. We also started running out of money (which is what happens when you buy expensive horses and treat them as disposable).

But our god is a merciful god, a kind god, and a providing god. In Saturday's adventure, we happened across an island of centaurs. The centaurs were kind to us, and happened to be throwing an archery contest. The winner of the contest would get to choose one gift from an array of treasure and valuable items. Fortune smiled upon us, as Thalia won the archery contest by 4 points, narrowly beating out last year's winner.

The treasures were brought before us, and we checked them for magical abilities - as magical items are as rare and valuable as they are useful. We found that we had to choose from a magical potion, magical bracers (leather cuffs for archery), and a gold-inlaid cross, which, although not magical, I could definitely use to cast augury.

Finally! At long last the party would reap the awesome benefits of augury! Wirshen would, once again, be able to speak directly to god! The heavens had opened up and the very hand of god had delivered to this island, untouched by the feet of men for a thousand years, a miraculous treasure to be delivered into the hands of one wayward son -

WHAT??? Thalia chose the bracers?! You've got to be freakin' kidding me!!!

The party tried to calm Wirchen's piteous sighs and whines with the hope that maybe we could negotiate with the half-horse lord of this isle for the cross. You see, the remaining treasures from the contest are given to the centaur king. We tried to strike a trade, bargaining with the king on two occasions, but to no avail. Thalia assured Wirshen that perhaps he could make a rosary out of valuable jewels...

Between negotiations, Wirshen sent an extra prayer to his god to soften the horse-lord's heart. God answered back, "I sent your friend's arrows straight and true!"

The next island our party set foot on, we met two weird sisters wearing veils. We were having a hard time determining if they were friend or foe. Our mages had not taken any "Know Alignment" or "Detect Evil" spells, and neither had I. This would have been an ideal situation to cast augury, as it turned out that the weird sisters were gorgons. We foolishly spent the night on their island and sort of forgot to tell them that we were sleeping in the woods.

They destroyed our boat in the night, then became hostile in the morning. The last thing Wirschen remembers clearly is casting "Know Alignment" on one of them. She turned out to be lawful evil. Then she lifted the veil from her face and Wirschen and Wong were turned into stone.

What happened next? Well, I am not at liberty to say. What can a statue see?

Posted by erin at 02:30 PM | Comments (23)

Date-Based Archive How to Make a Bad Situation Worse

I have a coworker, who we'll call D.O., who's been really pissed off at me for about a month now (inexplicably, violently so). Yesterday she really was snippy to me for no reason, and CC'ed my boss on her snippy emails to me. It went something like this... I'll abbreviate it a bit with [...] marks, so you don't have to read the boring bits. M.M. is my boss:

D.O. writes:
Erin, please [...] test entitlement for this company using circulars with 1998 and 1999 circular dates. Please let M.M. know what your results are.

Also, M.M. [...] if you want Erin to test the NEW Circulars for Real Time for a little bit tonight she can.

Erin, on the plan, I noticed one typo. [...]

Erin writes: Why 1998 and 1999? Why not 2000? Also, which plan are you talking about ? The Real Time Circ plan?

D.O. writes: Are you kidding me or what? I said 98 and 99 because that is where the problem was. I wanted that checked before I went any further. If I needed you to check 2000 I would have said 2000.

Also, if you look at the subject line and read the email it says REAL TIME ENTITLEMENT and the email references Circulars.

Forget it anyway. You do not have to perform any tests. M.M. advised that the problem is OK.

Erin writes:I'm sorry, but I don't know what problem you're referring to with the 1999 and 1998 circulars. I just asked for clarification, I'm sorry if that bothered you.

D.O. writes: All I asked you to do, was bring up the circs and report what you found. That is all you had to do. Two minutes of your time. You did not need any other information to perform the test.

To the note below needs no clarification: [..she pastes in the original paragraph]

As I said it does not matter now. We do not need you to test it.

After that I wrote to my boss explaining how D.O.'s email was upsetting to me. My boss explained that there had been a 404 Not Found error for the 1998 and 1999 circular pages. Why couldn't D.O. just have told me that in the first place?

The point here is, I felt bad about the exchange all day. D.O.'s emails were really mean. I'm still kind of upset about the whole thing.

Posted by erin at 02:02 PM | Comments (4)

Date-Based Archive Hitting Snooze for the Fifth Time

Some jerk in my building has been putting up a lot of signs in the halls, stuff like "Please keep your voices down at night and be mindful of your footfalls in the stairwells". This morning it was "To whoever let their alarm clock go off five times this morning: PLEASE WAKE UP AFTER THE FIRST ALARM!!"

The first sign was probably aimed at me, as they hung it up after a post-yo-yo club meeting wherein Hal and Rick had been laughing really loud. The sign was obviously hung near my apartment, although not right by the door.

The alarm clock sign may have been for me, as this morning I did hit snooze an excessive number of times. However, the sign was hung on the front door of the building, and from the other bedroom (the courtyard-facing bedrooms) I know from experience you can hear every alarm clock in the building going off. So it might not have been a sign aimed at me, per say. I have heard my next-door-neighbor's alarm go off for excessive amounts of time in the past (not snooze, but an I'm-not-home continuous alarm). Plus, one super-loud alarm (not mine) went off at least twice as I was leaving for work.

But anyway, fuck that guy!! Fuck you, sign-making asshole! It's my apartment and I'll hit snooze however many times I please. When I had a roommate in a bunk bed directly below me, I was mindful of hitting snooze when she hassled me about it. But I'll be damned if I can't hit snooze in my own super-expensive apartment. If you've got a problem with it, come knock on my door, you chicken-shit!!

This is my planned retaliation sign: Dear Neighbors, Before resorting to hanging up signs or flyers in our building every morning, please consider talking to your neighbors in person. It's more polite, and more effective than anonymous signs. If your problems continue, feel free to talk to the landlord. Thank you, and have a nice day! From Erin in Apartment #_.

Posted by erin at 11:47 AM | Comments (7)

Date-Based Archive Matt Updates His Blog

My brother FINALLY started updating his page more regularly, and I failed to notice. His humorous recent entries have tastefully hilarious humor the whole family can enjoy, such as the following:

the lower the number, the more impressive 04/21/03 19:45:29

I was thinking that probably the most offensive tattoo you can get would be numbers on the inside of your arm, like a concentration camp survivor.

At the same time I think that we all secretly want this tattoo.

Posted by erin at 11:51 AM | Comments (0)

Date-Based Archive Women's Rest Room Report

Here at my place of employment, we have pretty good bathrooms. I've heard my coworkers complain that the bathrooms are unclean, or that there's one toilet that never works, but really, I can't complain. After years of using NYC bathrooms and going to East Village bars, I would rate the bathrooms at my office as very clean, and functioning quite well.

However, the second law of thermodynamics is taking it's course in this brand-new building. One of the three faucets has broken and its been out-of-commision for months. Today, two of the four toilets are completely out of order.

Whatever - I don't mind too much. What I do mind is the newest addition to the lady's room: the door extensions. About a month ago there was a lot of loud, noisy work going on in there that included drilling. When the work was complete - low and behold, the bathroom stall doors had been extended on either side by half an inch or so. Apparently, people had been complaining that one could see through the stall doors by looking into the gaps between the doors and the stall door frame.

I can assure you, dear reader, one couldn't see much through these gaps. I'm horrified and appalled that the company 1) got so many complaints that they felt they had to solve this non-problem, and 2) spent god knows how much money to do unnecessary repairs to a perfectly good bathroom.

Why couldn't they fix the middle sink or the unflushable toilet instead?

Posted by erin at 02:31 PM | Comments (4)

Date-Based Archive More 826 Valencia

I really cannot this emphasize enough: It is a moral imperative that you go to 826 Valencia and read thier signs.

I think that their fish viewing policy will double as rules for my blog:

Posted by erin at 04:32 PM | Comments (0)

Date-Based Archive Air Master!

NYU Anime Club is over for the semester, but I attended it's second or third-to-last meeting, wherein they screened a pathetically hilarious show called "Air Master".

Air Master is the story of an (apparently) 8-foot-tall girl who is a master gymnast and street fighter. When she gets into street brawls she uses her gymnastic skills to leap off of buildings and through the air in such a way that she seems to be flying. The closest equivalent of this I can think of is when Xena jumps into the air and scream "Aiaiaiaiaiaiaiaiai!!" while running around on the faces of her enemies. Air Master is equally implausible and homosexual, however, the quality of the show is much lower.

The character designs for "Air Master" are hideous. The Air Master girl has a look about her that makes the viewer ask some serious questions, such as: "Is that a man? ...or a drag queen, or what?" In the first episode s/he (the Air Master) starts hanging out with a group of girls she meets in an arcade. Each girl in the troupe is unintentionally hideous, and some of them appear to be drawn in art styles that were either plagiarized from other shows, or could be parodying other styles. For example, the smallest girl appears to be a kindergartener from Astro Boy.

When the tiny tot turns out to be in the same grade as the Air Master, it's implausible. When she starts hanging out with the Air Master as a friend, the series takes a horrible turn for the worse (this happens about 5 minutes of the show).

Make no mistake, despite the protagonists being girls, this show is shonen. "Shonen" refers to boy-themed manga or anime, the most well-known example is Dragonball Z. The book Even a Monkey Can Draw Manga outlines the rules of shonen for us: 1) There must be panty-flashing in every panel. 2) There must be a four-eyes to rescue. and 3) The structure of shonen is like yakitori on a stick - one fight follows another. Usually in shonen the protagonists are male, but Air Master gives us an all-female cast. The four-eyes character is embodied in the tiny crybaby chick, and the panty-flashing is conveniently provided by the Air Master herself. As she "flies" through the air in her school uniform, the viewers get a lot of disturbing looks up her skirt, where it is still unclear, even after many flashes, which gender she may be. I assume someone is supposed to find this sexy, I'm just not sure who.

Air Master isn't all bad. Some of the fight scenes are actually pretty cool. In the first episode the Air Master fights a random Mexican wrestler, complete with face mask (you can't go wrong with a Mexican wrestler). He has the "flying" martial arts ability as well, and gives a hilariously incoherent speech about why he fights. He's the best character in the show!

The real trouble with Air Master is that it's hard to tell whether the show is being sincere or not. If it's not sincere, then it's really funny. If it is sincere... yipes!

There are a couple of websites about the show but, neither of them are in English:

Toei Page
Official page

Posted by erin at 04:26 PM | Comments (0)