
おさけ! おさけ!
There’s a reason why I am not providing a screencap of HOTD Eps. 4; a recap episode is not needed this early in a series. I couldn’t help but skip ahead, breaking the tension and mood it may have wanted to create. A recap episode this early. My gut reaction to this series was that I had a hunch that if this series starts off on such a high note, it will stumble upon itself at some point, and leave a very bad taste afterward. I only watched about 10 minutes of new content. It almost seemed a complete waste of time, so I went back to the beginning to watch it without skipping. Only then was I able to confirm to myself that I wasted my time. Ugh. I hope Episode 5 doesn’t end up being the signal for “we already ran out of ideas”.
I’m going to go watch series that anime bloggers lambast for odd reasons and go enjoy myself. And drink おさけ!
-maserbeam

Before I have a go at space itself, let’s start out with a link to an image first. Go ahead and look at it first. I found it while poking around at Kotaku.com, and found it in one of the comments in this news bit.
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Seriously. What the hell, science? We’re spending so much time futzing around Earth and killing each other over politics and whales, when we could be out there in the vast beauty of outer space! It minds the boggle! Inconceivable! There’s no reason why we couldn’t be out there researching outer space. Or killing ourselves in outer space over the same things (space politics and space whales). I want my real life EVE Online already. If we ever figure out there’s a new set of physics rules to learn, or that some rules were meant to be broken, it probably means there’s a viable means of traveling through space and we’ve just had our heads stuck in the sand.
The one thing I’m definitely amazed at is how long the Hubble satellite was looking at a tiny spot in the sky. 4 months just to take a picture. And it reveals that much.
image credit to isai shizuka
-maserbeam

If paying debts were like this, real life wouldn't be so bad.
By way of Animal Crossing, I learn that paying bills/debts is incredibly fun. Now there’s another fanciful game making it’s way to English speakers who can’t understand moonrunes.
Recettear: An Item Shop’s Tale is a game made by EasyGameStation. This whimsical game gives me feel-good vibes while still having a fairy breathing down my neck about paying back a debt incurred by the main character’s (Recette’s) father. It’s a fun game that combines the concept of being an RPG item shop simulator and dungeon crawling. There’s even a bit of “buy low, sell high” gameplay for a rather simplified in-game market. Incredibly addictive if you like simple systems, deep inventories and item hoarding goodness.
Go visit the good guys at Carpe Fulgur and give them some love. From what I’ve read, the full game is aiming for an August release at around $20.
-maserbeam

I’m just as surprised as the loli in the above picture why I’m still watching this show. It’s not breaking any ground, it airs at 9am in Japan (kid’s slot?), and nothing substantial has happened. The 4th episode is following the fast paced single episode of character development technique. Considering this show is only a thirteen episode run, they’ve obviously made some sacrifices. There’s only two things I’d ask of something like this: either it becomes a trainwreck at episode 7, or it continues its lovely alpha wave emissions.
And Dragonball has nothing to do with this post.. unless JC Staff decides to pull a truly strange trainwreck on us. (Which I will watch with glee and a hazard suit.)
-maserbeam

Oh, gawd those legs! OH YEA.
*ahem* I am so confirmed to be watching Seikimatsu Occult Academy. Regardless of how flawed the second episode might have felt, there’s still enough strangeness to it that I’m still compelled to keep watching. And GOD THOSE LEGS so nice.. I think I have a new favorite character design. The one piece dress with thigh-high leggings is killing me.
Oh, and [gg] is back to help oversub Highschool of the Dead. God bless their souls.
-maserbeam