Love, an Election, and Chocolate #03 — Strange Bedfellows
July 19th, 2012
That student-teacher relationship probably isn’t healthy.
FYI, my laptop completely bricked this morning. This post is coming to you from the local library and a flash drive full of my little blogging shenanigans. I do have a slow ancient hingeless backup laptop, but it is slow, ancient, and has no hinges. There will probably be some delays/lack of responsiveness from me and a lot of typos (and/or shorter, more generally annoyed posts) due to its horrendous keyboard until my new system gets here, hopefully in not too long.
Impressions:
I’m not entirely certain that I questioned where the teacher got her beer, but the question was answered this week. She has a keg in their clubroom. Her relationship with Whose-His-Face also took a little bit of a weird turn this week with them having dinner together and then having a little too meaningful of a hug/head-in-breast cradle, and that was after spending all of dinner teasing him about dating Chisato. Anyway, easily the weakest of the episodes so far. As usual, I like watching Yuuki and Chisato together and Satsuki isn’t bad either, but a lot of the characters are just riding their gimmicks a little too hard. And oh yeah, almost the entire first half of the episode was one dull stream of pointless electposition.
So yeah, learning about the basics of elections, and creating a manifest, which makes me laugh every time they try to say it in English and then watching the vice pres shake hands with every single club member. Did we really need that? The whole thing could’ve been replaced by a flow chart and "Here’s what you have to do." I’ve also been developing a particular annoyance with the certain kind of Japanese ‘back and forth’ expositional conversation where the expositionee simply repeats back the last word of the sentence to both stretch things out and pretend like it isn’t just one guy giving a long boring lecture.
Preview:
Bondage, apparently.
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And now I will press my face against your breasts. Dawwww.