Oh, the horror... the horror
In the last three days, I've read ten FMA manga, all of Onegai Teacher, watched twenty-five episodes of Bleach and another three of FMA. The Bleach has been by far the most substantial, and that's where things get rocky. Because, of course, it's only subtitled. This has done a couple of things: first, it has significantly increased my repetoire of poorly pronounced fanboy japanese. Second, it has made it seem very strange to me to be listening to the things people are saying, and not reading them while getting a sense of their mood from the tone. But most importantly, it has made it very difficult to control my outbursts of poorly-pronounced fanboy japanese.
At easter dinner, with much of my extended family.
Oh, the shame, the shame. Only through a struggle did I manage to contain my 'arigatous' and 'gomens'. Yes, I know you can't pluralize japanese words by throwing an 's' at the end. Work with me here.
Also, I forked out the cash for the boxed set of Full Metal Panic. Because, y'know, I have so little anime right now. I have often said that my life if the direct result of simultaneously far too much and far too little anime. Well, homeworks up. That's it for the moment.
At easter dinner, with much of my extended family.
Oh, the shame, the shame. Only through a struggle did I manage to contain my 'arigatous' and 'gomens'. Yes, I know you can't pluralize japanese words by throwing an 's' at the end. Work with me here.
Also, I forked out the cash for the boxed set of Full Metal Panic. Because, y'know, I have so little anime right now. I have often said that my life if the direct result of simultaneously far too much and far too little anime. Well, homeworks up. That's it for the moment.