Strap on your goggles, y’all, ‘cause this one’s a minefield.
First of all, Netflix’s Devilman Crybaby is based off a manga by Go Nagai, a man whose two true loves are robots and boobs. There are no robots in this one. This is rated TV-MA for many, many reasons.
“200 Crochet Blocks for Blankets, Throws, and Afghans” by Jan Eaton is another one I found in the library and that I’m probably going to own at some point.
One thing that bogs me down about motif projects is when the thing happens where you go oh gawd I have to make fifty more of these gawdforsaken exact same things. I get tricked into thinking that motif blankets have to be made up of all in one or two motifs. Or that only motifs worked in the round are the what “real” crocheters do.
Thankfully that is a dirty, filthy lie, and “200 Crochet Blocks” reminds me of this.
This is an excellent example of what I’ve come to call “quilting logic.” You can do something as simple as turning your blocks to get sawtooth, diamond, or windmill patterns just like in quilting. Or you can make geometrics within the geometrics of the squares by using corner blocks, borders, and bands. Or mix busier or more intricate patterns with plainer blocks of color. Mix open work with tighter textures.
One thing I haven’t seen much in other books (at least not for blankets) is incorporating bobble or popcorn stitches. Not just adding a row or two to a stripe pattern, but using the popcorns to make shapes like diamonds or arrows within a solid-colored square. Or maybe that’s sweater logic rather than quilting logic.
In conclusion, good book, creative stuff, and yay libraries.
High school girls — animal-eared girls, no less — with an earnest transfer student who wants to Be the Best. And they race in stupidly kawaii outfits that probably create a lot of wind drag. And at the end of the races they have an idol-style concert. This feels like the Triple Crown for moe trash.
All that actually doesn’t bother me as much as the fact that horses’ ears do not work like that. I don’t know why the hell the animators insisted on having the girls’ horse ears squinch at the middle. Horse ears swivel at the base and tend to point more out than down.
Sadly, this sample is missing the most popular moe expression, “kawaii dismay.”
But this series DOES actually have something resembling a character arc for our main girl Special Week and a few other characters. Especially since this seems to be based on a mobile game. They doubt themselves and get disappointed and we’re shown and not just told how much hard work they do rather than stupid random power-ups.
Still good for happy nice time watching, but still…
The moe in this one is less about high school girls and more about toddlers. And our main character is actually a dude, which makes this a rather unusual piece of moe shit, but there’s not much plot beyond slice-of-life and there’s little to nothing by way of character arcs, so I feel very comfortable in calling this moe shit.
So our main duo, high schooler Ryuichi and preschooler Kotaro, are conveniently orphaned by the plot and are taken in by the chairwoman of a private academy who makes Ryuichi earn his keep by watching a bunch of the teacher’s kids as part of the “Babysitting Club.”
Now, I’m a soulless monster who doesn’t like kids. Theoretically I like babies — like, other people’s babies who go away before too long — but toddlers are right out. Probably even laid-back toddlers like Kotaro is supposed to be. So it’s a backhanded sort of endorsement that I did not find these fictional toddlers either too annoyingly saccharine or annoyingly implausible.
Some of the side characters are one-trick ponies who aren’t really worth the plot making an effort to include them once their schtick is up. Or their schtick isn’t that funny.
There’s a guy in Ryuichi’s grade who’s fallen in love with one of the teachers and claims her kid as his “future daughter.” Except that teacher’s not a single mother, it’s just that her husband is an archaeologist who mostly works overseas. The joke should stop there, but the show insists on keeping it running, so it comes off as creepy and no-longer-funny. It was kinda charming in an awkward way when you thought this guy was just too earnest rather than delusional, but after a certain point I was half-expecting him to kidnap the baby or some shit, and that is not what I want for my happy-nice-time watching.
Luckily there is some decent humor in this to distract from off-key notes like this, and side characters who aren’t gross.
Like another classmate, a girl with a crush on Ryuichi, who wants to be good with kids but sucks at it. I kinda relate to her, but I’ve had more time to come to grips with the fact that I am crap with kids and nothing’s really gonna change that.
After being low-key terrorized by the kids being the gross little horrors that they are, Ryuichi makes her feel better by telling her that he doesn’t like gross things either, but that he puts up with it because the kids aren’t just a faceless mass of snot and bugs to him, they’re Taka and Kirin and Takuma and Kazuma.
Which is very happy nice time-making, but my mileage has varied considerably on that theory in regards to kids. Pets, yeah, I can apply that to, so the sentiment isn’t entirely lost on me.
Crunchyroll has this title translated as “Ms. Koizumi Loves Ramen,” which I think is a clunky-ass translation. I think a better one would be “Ramen-Loving Koizumi.”
In any case, this is about a high-school girl, Koizumi, who eats ramen pretty much everyday but can’t do it in peace because of this creeper-ass blue-haired girl who stalks her to all the different ramen joints she visits.
Lord knows why, but I find myself watching anime that is most adequately described as moe shit, which is cute high school girls doing cute slice-of-life shit and has very little real plot and very little by means of character arcs. I like to think I have better taste than this, but this is apparently what my brain wants for my junky, decompression, happy-nice-time viewing.
Laid-Back Camp (or Yuru Camp) is about a bunch of high school girls who go camping.
That’s pretty much it.
The characters can be generally defined as the genki girl, the silent loner who thaws, the girl with the dog, and those other girls.
I like to think of myself as someone who appreciates nature, but there are too many things about camping that are complete and utter bullshit, a short list being:
So this lets me indulge in a comfortably vicarious experience of a hobby I am only very theoretically interested in. There’s lots of pretty artwork about the scenery and vistas that I’m sure are based on real-life views from around Mount Fuji.
ETA to add: Catchy music!
At 19 years of age, Oldcat has very few fucks left to give, and most of them are about her creature comforts. Even our kind-of-a-bully Hauspanzer kitty defers to her, ’cause Oldcat has whacked down larger animals than her. Dogs do not scare her. She scares dogs.
