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The birds came to a sad end. One was lost in a thunder storm, where the winds and the birds' combined weight turned the nest over. I can assume either the fall, starvation, or a carnivorous animal killed it. The second was carried off and eaten by a crow. (I'm serious. I was watching about four birds ganging up on this one crow. At first, I thought it was some sort of avian territorial dispute, but then I found out that the crow was a kidnapper and murderer. All right, I'm aware that the crow was only fulfilling his role in the great circle of life, but there's something about eating babies that's inherently screwed up. Maternal instinct or plain old human morality. I'd be ignoring all those good old Disney lessons that were instilled in me during childhood if I ignored the plight of that baby bird.)
Anyway, I took the last baby before the crows could come back for it. Called the wildlife protection hotline and found a registered wildlife rehabilitator for the baby. (The girls in the school-ager class had named them when they were wee, naked bird chicks: 'Pumpkin', 'Lily', and 'Legacy'. It was generally agreed upon that the bird that died in the storm was 'Lily', and when the other was carried off by crows, it was unanimous that the unfortunate one was 'Pumpkin' This left only 'Legacy', an eerie coincidence.)The rehabiliator, who already had fifteen robin chicks, checked it over with professional competence, and basically told me how it would spend the next five weeks. She offered to give me a picture of it when it was grown, but I figured she wouldn't be able to tell it apart from the others by the time it was finished.
Besides, I also figured it would look pretty much like a robin when it was grown.
Yesterday evening, I arrived early for the D&D session, so we watched Sakura Wars on the television for a while before people starting showing up. let me tell you, I have seen a lot of inane, idiotic, corny, stereotypical, insulting-to-my-intelligence, just plain out bad anime in my life, but this tops that one with the reincarnated Inca in spandex body suits. This is horrible. It is god-awful. And it didn't help that I had to watch it in all its dubbed glory, with off-the-mark accents, such as the French little girl who sounded somewhat German, and the Russian woman who could have also passed for German.
They have every single stereotype of the female known to anime. EVERY SINGLE ONE. And not only are they stereotypes, they're blatant, eye-burning, soul-searing mockeries that stop one line short of parody. That fine line that separates actual horrors from clear mockeries of stupidity, so obvious that the audience thinks (hopes) it must be purposeful, but can't really be quite sure. They are part of some kind of frou-frou, hack organization called the 'Imperial Floral Assault Unit', who pilot chubby little mechs called tricolored Pansies, (Yes, dear god, even their fucking weaponry is a joke), against Alien rip-offs that masquerade as demons. The lines are corny to the point of actual visceral pain, the main female protagonist is so stupidly ditzy that my soul weeps for femininity, and the comment on the troop needing a new commander: "A male commander. You're all young females, a male would be the right one for the position," made me suffer a moment of blinding hatred. This anime is so retarded, so cliched, so phenomenally horrible that it is tantamount to watching a mentally retarded actress trying to do Shakespeare's 'Hamlet' while constantly being distracted by something stupid, sugary, or shiny.
In short, it is bad.
Don't watch it.
The birds came to a sad end. One was lost in a thunder storm, where the winds and the birds' combined weight turned the nest over. I can assume either the fall, starvation, or a carnivorous animal killed it. The second was carried off and eaten by a crow. (I'm serious. I was watching about four birds ganging up on this one crow. At first, I thought it was some sort of avian territorial dispute, but then I found out that the crow was a kidnapper and murderer. All right, I'm aware that the crow was only fulfilling his role in the great circle of life, but there's something about eating babies that's inherently screwed up. Maternal instinct or plain old human morality. I'd be ignoring all those good old Disney lessons that were instilled in me during childhood if I ignored the plight of that baby bird.)
Anyway, I took the last baby before the crows could come back for it. Called the wildlife protection hotline and found a registered wildlife rehabilitator for the baby. (The girls in the school-ager class had named them when they were wee, naked bird chicks: 'Pumpkin', 'Lily', and 'Legacy'. It was generally agreed upon that the bird that died in the storm was 'Lily', and when the other was carried off by crows, it was unanimous that the unfortunate one was 'Pumpkin' This left only 'Legacy', an eerie coincidence.)The rehabiliator, who already had fifteen robin chicks, checked it over with professional competence, and basically told me how it would spend the next five weeks. She offered to give me a picture of it when it was grown, but I figured she wouldn't be able to tell it apart from the others by the time it was finished.
Besides, I also figured it would look pretty much like a robin when it was grown.
Yesterday evening, I arrived early for the D&D session, so we watched Sakura Wars on the television for a while before people starting showing up. let me tell you, I have seen a lot of inane, idiotic, corny, stereotypical, insulting-to-my-intelligence, just plain out bad anime in my life, but this tops that one with the reincarnated Inca in spandex body suits. This is horrible. It is god-awful. And it didn't help that I had to watch it in all its dubbed glory, with off-the-mark accents, such as the French little girl who sounded somewhat German, and the Russian woman who could have also passed for German.
They have every single stereotype of the female known to anime. EVERY SINGLE ONE. And not only are they stereotypes, they're blatant, eye-burning, soul-searing mockeries that stop one line short of parody. That fine line that separates actual horrors from clear mockeries of stupidity, so obvious that the audience thinks (hopes) it must be purposeful, but can't really be quite sure. They are part of some kind of frou-frou, hack organization called the 'Imperial Floral Assault Unit', who pilot chubby little mechs called tricolored Pansies, (Yes, dear god, even their fucking weaponry is a joke), against Alien rip-offs that masquerade as demons. The lines are corny to the point of actual visceral pain, the main female protagonist is so stupidly ditzy that my soul weeps for femininity, and the comment on the troop needing a new commander: "A male commander. You're all young females, a male would be the right one for the position," made me suffer a moment of blinding hatred. This anime is so retarded, so cliched, so phenomenally horrible that it is tantamount to watching a mentally retarded actress trying to do Shakespeare's 'Hamlet' while constantly being distracted by something stupid, sugary, or shiny.
In short, it is bad.
Don't watch it.