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I just saw off Oyce, alas. Dad let us fuel from the fuel tank, and she ran over the caretaker's dog's dish while pulling out. Then we had a dish of strawberries and blueberries with leftover whipped cream, and she was off.
Last night, after the dinner at the strange restaurant with the yipping cowboy singer and an elderly Goth waitress with monstrous beehive unmoving hair, Oyce and I baked blue corn blueberry scones, which we ate with whipped cream and raspberry jam and homemade lemon curd, and watched episodes 3 and 4 of Samurai Champloo. There is a lot of stuff in that show that is much more meaningful in retrospect, when you know all the characters' secrets and can understand why they sometimes react oddly at the mention of certain things.
Last night she and I both dreamed about Saiyuki. Possibly this was because I had read a draft of her unfinished but excellent Gaiden story that night. She dreamed that Gojyo and Hakkai were having relationship problems. I dreamed that I was trying to persuade Youkai Hakkai to put his limiters back on. He put on two, then lifted the third, made like he was going to put it on, then put it on my ear with a very creepy smile. I was sure he was going to kill me. Then he took it off and put it on his own ear, saying that he'd just been joking, and again with the creepy smile.
This morning we attempted to read Wild Adapter in Japanese. Because my Japanese (or possibly visual comprehension) sucks, I misinterpreted a scene as Kubota and Tokitoh lying in bed and licking chocolate off of each other's fingers. Oyce informed me that actually, Tokitoh had some chocolate on his face, and Kubota wiped it off, then licked it off his own fingers. Which is so muchless more equally suggestive but in a slightly different way. I am also mystified by the sequence in which there is angst and yelling and a gun battle, and right in the middle of it there is a panel with an extreme close-up of tender ear-nibbling, and then the story returns to angst and yelling and gun battling.
At around the same time, Oyce was reading Absolute Boyfriend in English. It's about a girl who orders a "perfect boyfriend" online. The cover has a naked boy jumping out of a box with a price tag in his teeth. In a sidebar, Yuu Watase explains that the genesis of the series was that she had the image of a naked boy in a box, so she wrote a series about him. This is what I love about manga: not only do mangaka think of things like naked boys in boxes, they create series about them, draw them on the cover naked and in a box, and then cheerfully explain that that image was the genesis of the series. Well, that and series in which a cold yakuza guy ends up licking chocolate from the face of a strange guy with one clawed hand whom he picked up (literally) in an alley.
Last night, after the dinner at the strange restaurant with the yipping cowboy singer and an elderly Goth waitress with monstrous beehive unmoving hair, Oyce and I baked blue corn blueberry scones, which we ate with whipped cream and raspberry jam and homemade lemon curd, and watched episodes 3 and 4 of Samurai Champloo. There is a lot of stuff in that show that is much more meaningful in retrospect, when you know all the characters' secrets and can understand why they sometimes react oddly at the mention of certain things.
Last night she and I both dreamed about Saiyuki. Possibly this was because I had read a draft of her unfinished but excellent Gaiden story that night. She dreamed that Gojyo and Hakkai were having relationship problems. I dreamed that I was trying to persuade Youkai Hakkai to put his limiters back on. He put on two, then lifted the third, made like he was going to put it on, then put it on my ear with a very creepy smile. I was sure he was going to kill me. Then he took it off and put it on his own ear, saying that he'd just been joking, and again with the creepy smile.
This morning we attempted to read Wild Adapter in Japanese. Because my Japanese (or possibly visual comprehension) sucks, I misinterpreted a scene as Kubota and Tokitoh lying in bed and licking chocolate off of each other's fingers. Oyce informed me that actually, Tokitoh had some chocolate on his face, and Kubota wiped it off, then licked it off his own fingers. Which is so much
At around the same time, Oyce was reading Absolute Boyfriend in English. It's about a girl who orders a "perfect boyfriend" online. The cover has a naked boy jumping out of a box with a price tag in his teeth. In a sidebar, Yuu Watase explains that the genesis of the series was that she had the image of a naked boy in a box, so she wrote a series about him. This is what I love about manga: not only do mangaka think of things like naked boys in boxes, they create series about them, draw them on the cover naked and in a box, and then cheerfully explain that that image was the genesis of the series. Well, that and series in which a cold yakuza guy ends up licking chocolate from the face of a strange guy with one clawed hand whom he picked up (literally) in an alley.
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Oh really? I've only read the Japanese and not the translation, so I don't know... is the translation really bad or something?
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