After almost two years of eating almost completely frozen, cold ass-turkey, I decided to take the plunge this week into the wonderful world of Japanese cartoons yet again (on an entirely separate and mostly unrelated note, this timing coincides nicely with my return to the world of comic books as well... amongst other things). And what better way to reacquaint myself with the medium then by watching a good old-fashioned (?) Mecha anime, the ginder (genre) that got me into the ginder (again) in the very first place so to speak? Sadly, it has not been a pleasant ride.
- Sooo, Valvrave. Only two episodes in and I've already found myself on the second floor balcony. sweating bullets and death-gripping the handrail at 3:30 in the morning once. I shudder to even think of the horrors episode three could bear in its barnacle-encrusted bosom (think Mantis shrimp; frightening, isn't it?).