I still haven't finished Ink, so Vellum will have to wait another week.

In the meantime, The Tudors, season 1 )

In other news...

Dream Live 6th in Tokyo the weekend my brother is here!

EEEEEEEEEeeeeeeee! :D
Jill and I are up for round two (Fight!*) of our tenipuri stitch 'n' bitch, and whoever would like to show up is quite welcome!

So, this Sunday, the 1st of March. I guess we can do as last time and meet at Kichijouji station, have lunch and maybe some karaoke, then head to my place and indulge in lots of sparkly tennis while being crafty and artisanal.

Bring your sewing/knitting/crochet/cross-stitch/scrapbook/basket weaving project! Bring snacks! Bring drinks!

NB: I have a cat, and though she won't attack your loose threads, she may sit in front of the space heater and hog all the heat. Also, I only have one chair, so you'll have to fight Jill for it! But I have plenty of cushions to lounge around on.

* Ah, Puzzle Fighter... :D
Another weekend nearly over... Can't complain, really, since I had lots of fun, in spite of my throat which is not taking to hint to get better already. It's been two annoying weeks of "I'm not really sick but my throat tickles/is kind of sore/I'm coughing stuff up but only sporadically" and it's getting old fast.

A day spent with Jill, and not a single mention or instance of sausages, spurting or otherwise! D: )

It was so much fun that we need to do it again, and anyone else who would like to join us is invited! Bring your knitting, your cross stitching, your origami, your sketchbook, your [insert current project here], and let's enjoy sparkly tennis together! :D I'm all out of mead, though.

Ume, ume, ume!!! )

KenKen and Kane-chan in Kiddyland, take 2! Or, Kane in Sunshine Cinemaland! )

Yokohama Singing Adventures )

I hope everyone else had a nice weekend as well! Good night!
Kanazawa was awesome, but I'm too tired to write about it. Besides which, I still have last weekend in Shizuoka to write about, don't I?

So for now, I'll just leave you with a few travel tips:

- If you walk around town with a giant umbrella, it's pretty much guaranteed that the rain will stop within twenty minutes.

- JR overheats its trains like crazy, so layer as much as possible so that you can take things off when (not if, when!) you start to melt.

- When you have a ten-hour train ride, a great way to pass the time with a friend is to make up a story.

More specifically, Becca and I... birthed an entire tennis team. We're both of the opinion that the north doesn't get enough love (and also we were maybe still high from running around in ACTUAL SNOW last night), so we decided that what Prince of Tennis needs is a team from Hokkaido! We spent the last four hours or so on the train -- seriously, what else were we going to do?! -- making up our team, complete with names, birthdays, families, favourite subjects and foods, and of course their super sparkly (winter sports/snow-related) moves! We may or may not have scared our fellow passengers with our crazy giggling. *the very picture of innocence*

So, because every team needs a gay doubles pair, our D1 are a pair of figure skaters. They're my babies, and I'm busy making I've already made up a whole backstory for them. <3 Maybe they were already living in my mind somewhere, because I was way too inspired about them:

Becca: So, what's Kazuya's favourite f--
Me: ORANGE SMOOTHIES!
Becca: ... O_O
Me: He loves orange smoothies! 8D
Becca: *writes it down, looking kind of scared*
Me: He wants to be a fashion designer. He decorates jeans and t-shirts and makes Shingo wear them! And Shingo does, even though they're all sparkly and Be-Dazzled, just because Kazuya asked him to. ^_^

Oh, and Doubles 2? Are a bobsled team. XDDD
Sogo department store is in full January sale frenzy, enticing customers with large red and white signs proclaiming "CLIMAX OFF".

* * *


Walking through Kichijouji station one morning, the living incarnation of high-school-age Oshitari Yuushi, looking more like him than any myu actor has ever looked, or could ever hope to.

* * *


On Aoyama-doori, a little boy wearing a puffy winter jacket, the zipper of which split up the Engrish, so that one could read:

KING
UKE
You know something? The logistics of making out while standing up are simplified immensely if you're making out someone of the same height (or nearly) as yourself!

Amazing.

Also, dude, if you're saying that stuff 'cause you're drunk, fine. If you're saying it because you think it's necessary in order to get into my pants... Do my pants look that hard to get into? Seriously. @_@

In other news, I had great fun shopping in Ikebukuro today with Laura. It's so liberating when you're not spending your own money! Not that I didn't spend any of my own, but I did come away with the awesomest of all awesome towels, that is a Momoshiro/Kaidoh/Ryoma/Kikumaru sports towel. And yes, Ryoma is the only one who gets no respect and has to go by his given name. XD I also got a mouse pad (Sailor Uranus, it's been a good several years, but you're not so hot anymore with the random weird stains and the colour rubbing off your arms...) and more notepads that I TOTALLY NEEDED! Come on, it's Rokkaku!

But.

BUT!

The best item of all is a "FAX LETTER PAD". I mean, it must have happened to you, right? You're all ready to receive a fax, and then you think to yourself, "Damn! If only I had official Prince of Tennis fax paper to print it out on!" I mean, it happens to me all the time. When I'm, you know, using my imaginary fax machine.

But damn it, why does Eiji look like a girl on this?! And for the record, I've never thought of him as girly or uke-tastic, and I totally think he tops Oishi.

Actually, I lie. I think they switch. Oishi goes along with whatever Eiji wants. XD

ETA: I totally forgot to mention that Laura and I saw the most SPECTACULAR DVDs today. Featuring Kentarou in... the hat to end all hats! *cracks up* Or maybe I shouldn't have told you, because Laura vowed that she would destroy the hats... Shame that, he looked so happy in his fishing gear! XDDD
Tabitha LOOOOOOOVES the heater. I was sitting on my futon with a blanket over my legs while I watched tenimyu, the space heater turned toward my lap (to keep my hands warm while I knitted, of course!) and within two minutes, Tabitha was firmly ensconced on my thighs. Kitty heaven! She didn't move at all during the whole myu, even when I was fumbling to top up my tea, or even when I couldn't stop giggling at the video of Tezuka looking soulful on a tennis court in Germany Kyuushu.

My (very, very loose) translation of the Match of Love:

Oishi: Eiji, don't mind! You're awesome no matter what you do!
Eiji: Oishi, I love you so much! <3
Shishido: What the hell, I thought they couldn't possibly get any gayer than they already were!
Ohtori: You're right, Shishido-san, that is pretty gay!
*Synchro happens*
Shishido: What faggotry is this?!?
*Seigaku's Golden Pair loses*
Eiji: What happened? All I could see was Oishi!
Oishi: I remember it being match point, and then... It was like the earth moved! It was incredible! Eiji, I love you!
Eiji: I love you, too!
Shishido: Goddammit! Save the gay-ass sparkling for off the court!
How To Be A Rockstar At An All-Girls Middle School In 3 Easy Steps:

1. Cultivate an interest in anime, musicals based on anime, or Japanese boy bands.

2. Collect related phone straps or charms and display them proudly.

3. Sit back and wait for the squealing to begin.

It was pretty hilarious. The first part of my morning was games and conversation in the classroom (I had a grade 9 group), so they asked me basic questions about what foods I liked, which actors, which tv shows... When I brought up テニスの王子様, and pointed out the tenipuri bling on my purse, I got questions about who my favourite character was (one group in particular seemed to find it vastly amusing when I answered, "Ooishi!"), and then when I said the magical word "musical" and said I had seen Hyoutei A on stage and was going on Christmas eve, I got some really excited shrieks and "Ii na~~~~!"

My phone (which has about 394590 Yuu Yuu Hakusho and Rurouni Kenshin straps hanging from it) also generated quite a buzz. I took it out to show the girls pictures of my cat, and was suddenly surrounded by girls pawing at the straps, wanting to know, "Dare? Dare???" and exclaiming, "Ah! Kenshin! Yuu Yuu Hakusho da yo!"

The second half of the morning had all the grade 9 girls gathered in the gym for free conversation, and as soon as I set foot inside, two of the girls from earlier appeared, dragging friends along behind them, to introduce us tenimyu fans to each other. After I'd gotten a picture with all of them, I mingled with other students and, regular as clockwork, each time I produced my phone or showed off my purse, there would be a collective squeal. I really wonder what the other participants thought was going on in my corner...

All in all it was a fun morning, and the girls were so adorable when trying to share their excitement with me. A couple were shyer in the group, but came up to me afterwards to ask me about which other series I liked, and one girl in particular was almost hyperventilating, she was so wound up.
Taken from [livejournal.com profile] zen_strike because it made me giggle:

Directions: Pick 10 characters from a certain fandom, arrange or write their names down in random order, then answer the questions. No peeking at the questions first, okay?

1 - Kikumaru Eiji
2 - Sanada Genichirou
3 - Shishido Ryou
4 - Dan Taichi
5 - Amane Hikaru, a.k.a. Davide
6 - Tachibana Kippei
7 - Atobe Keigo
8 - Horio Satoshi
9 - Oishi Shuuichirou
10 - Inui Sadaharu

Oh, those wacky tennis boys... )

I don't know why the hell I included Tachibana in that list, I barely know him!
Having some time to kill in Shibuya this afternoon, I stopped by Mandarake to browse and buy. I must say, InuKai doujinshi frighten me, and that's just the covers! I've got no problem with Kaidou acting like the uke-iest uke ever (because he so would with Inui XD), but WHY MUST THE ARTISTS DRAW HIM LIKE A FRAIL LITTLE GIRL WITH HUGE BAMBI EYES?!? This is the guy who basically runs a marathon every day and spends the rest of his free time lifting weights. This character who looks like he weighs 90 pounds soaking wet and like Inui could snap his wrists like nothing?

Is not Kaidou.
M-P and I decided that since we were going to see tenimyu, we'd make it a day of fandom and head out to Ikebukuro for anime goods and doujinshi. We made it just passed the Sanrio store when the sky suddenly opened up and it started bucketing down. I've rarely seen rain that strong, and the only time I've seen it that strong and accompanied by so much thunder and lightning was the time my family and I were camping in Minnesota: when we woke up in the morning, the campground ressembled a war zone, there were so many fallen branches all over. Not that that happened in Ikebukuro, mind you. After hiding out under a storefront awning for a while, we decided, "What the hell," and stepped outside, both of us huddled under my little umbrella. It was terribly romantic, of course, but not as romantic as Tezuka and Fuji sharing an umbrella to protect their hair from a few tiny snowflakes. (I'm sorry, but I can't help giggling about that scene whenever I think about it, because I don't see how there could be any other interpretation for it! XD). Still, romance or no, we were both mostly soaked within seconds.

The whole time we were at Animate (long enough to check out every floor), we could hear the thunder rolling outside, and when we left, it was still pouring. It only abated by the time we got to K-Books, and had started up again just as hard when we left the train to walk to tenimyu.

Before yesterday, M-P knew basically nothing about Prince of Tennis*, so I gave her a crash course while we were waiting in the lobby. ("Kenshin with tennis racquets! This is the main character: he's a brat who never loses. This is the captain: everyone worships buchou. This is Oishi, and he looks good in wet clothes. XD" etc. etc.) Because I'd bought her ticket at the last minute, it was an unassigned seat, and since we were among the first at the theatre, no doubt because of the rain, I traded it in for seat C11. So I gave M-P my original ticket (M46) and settled in for some Golden! Pair! Bench! Action! (Because I'm not at all obsessed with my favourite pair ever and did not buy a huge stack of doujinshi featuring them today, I swear! There's a Silver Pair book in there somewhere...) :DDDD

(thoughts about the show here) )

* This evening, she made a deal with me. She'll watch PoT if I watch Loveless. I said, "Sure! :D" because I've already downloaded it, so it's not like I wasn't going to watch it anyway... And while I don't expect her to be a convert to the Cult of Pot, I really hope she won't hate it!
First off, Tabitha thanks you for the compliments, though she feels they're only her due, after all. At the moment, she's alternating between tearing around the apartment, attacking her scratching board, and demanding to be petted, with the occasional break to sit in the window and paw at the screen. LIKE I'M REALLY GOING TO LET HER OUT!

Next off, how 'bout some shiny, sparkly MUSICAL TENNIS?! Their presence. It is imperial. )

That's about all I can think of now, but I'll have a whole new report to write up after next week's show, so stay tuned for that!
I'm off to see the tennis boys, the wonderfully sparkly tennis boys! *packs binoculars and kira kira mitt*

:DDDDD
Cat + shoelace + camera + internet = Tabitha piccage! )

In other news, it's that time of the season... Tenimyu time!

Yes! :D
More hilarity on The L Word:

(scene: Shane and Alice sit on the counter, eating pot-enriched -- and I mean actual pot, not Prince of Tennis, -- seriously, how awesome would that be?! -- but I'll get to that -- brownies)

Shane: OMG, what if the brownies are gay?! D:
Alice: They're totally fucking each other! :D
(Shane makes the brownies have sex)

Alice and Shane, I love you being high and goofy together. You rock. In fact, what I love the most about this show, besides the hot sex scenes (BETTE AND TINA YOU NEARLY MELTED MY BRAIN!!!), are the girls just hanging around together or embarking on silly escapades, like the Terrible Trio (Bette, Shane and Alice) trespassing and stealing the sign for Bette's lady love. "Go, save yourselves!"

That's also the best part of Prince of Tennis for me: when the boys just hang out and unwittingly end up on "dates" (that episode made me die laughing, again!) or go bowling or eat yakiniku...

And if I've just lumped The L Word with Prince of Tennis, well... Only one of these shows is actually about gay people.

So they tell us.

*coughcough*

:D

I'm still waiting to hear what my brother thought of the Golden Pair's Match of Love (against Jyousei, during which they can't seem to keep their hands off each other), but I think he was just so awed by Atobe's prowess that he took a break from the series after watching Atobe and Tezuka have sublimated sex for three and a half episodes.

And about the "It's a Date!" episode: so An's solution, when she sees that Momo is depressed, is to set him up on a date tennis match with... Kamio. O_O

I mean, it's the obvious thing to do, isn't it? XD
I skyped a little with my family this morning, and it seems B1 has finally gotten around to watching some more PoT.

B1: I was totally awed by Atobe's prowess.
Me: Damn right you were! :D

Ah, the weekend! Out to eat with friends tonight (a small joint Canada Day-4th of July celebration), then tomorrow I await the last delivery: a futon, two chests of plastic drawers for my fabric (and it's not nearly enough, but I can always get more later) and a full-length mirror. Maybe I'll even get around to finishing that dress I started two months ago!
And now, further news on the Converting My Brother To PoT Front.

Before we left for Nara on Monday morning, we went to Denden Town, Osaka's answer to Akihabara. Just like the rest of Osaka as compared to Tokyo, it's grottier and seedier than Akiba, but I'll write about that in more detail on travelpod. Anyway, after getting lost, backtracking, and finally finding our way to the electronics district, we stumbled upon Animate, and wasn't I a very pleased PoT-enabling sister when B1 said we should go look to see if they had the stuff I wanted (i.e. Golden Pair anything). When he followed me through Animate in Tokyo, I'm fairly sure he was just humouring me, but this time I think he really was interested in seeing how many useless products you can stick a chibi Inui on. As we were examining the merchandise, he let out a snort and pointed out something (a notebook? I forget).

B1: Why is Tezuka grabbing at his crotch?! D:
Me: *choking on my laughter* Um... maybe's he's just shielding it? (He was pictured next to Echizen, though... *snerk*)
B1: No, he's clearly grabbing it! This is supposed to be a kid's show!
Me: Uh, yeah... XD

Since B1's been practicing karate for nigh fourteen years, he's picked up some Japanese, mainly names for positions and katas, as well as numbers. But because he never watched all that much anime with me, back when I did nothing else (it was B2 whom I led down the merry road of Fushigi Yuugi and Rurouni Kenshin obsessions), he isn't familiar with some common expressions, such as "sugoi" -- and in PoT, it seems that every second line is someone exclaiming "Sugoi!" Since B1 thinks Horio is so funny, he's latched onto "Sugoi! Tuisto saabu!" as his new favourite phrase.

Despite the heavy rain, Nara was teeming with middle school students on class trips; as you can imagine, there was a whole lot of "Sugoi!"ing and "Sugeee!"ing going on, especially around the giant Buddha, and B1 felt it necessary to turn to me with a grin each time he heard that word, adding "Tuisto saabu!"

This evening we watched 10 episodes*, and my brother got to experience Mizuki in all his glory. While I was busy pointing frantically at the screen and incoherently screeching, "Who the hell would wear that?!?!" at Mizuki's Purple Shirt of Doom in episode 40, B1 merely blinked at Mizuki saying to Yuuta, "I'll keep you company all night long," and commented, "So, you want to know who I think is gay?"

XD

Of course, the Golden Pair hasn't gotten very touchy-feely yet, but he did raise an eyebrow at their "let's high-five each other and keep our palms together for 5 seconds!" pose.

B1: What's that good move?
Me: It's their special hand-holding move! :D

Tomorrow night, we face off against Yamabuki. At this rate, dare I hope we'll be able to make it through the Hyoutei arc before he leaves? He's already planning on burning the series to take with him so he can watch it at home, but it's so much more educational with me providing colour commentary, isn't it? Not that I'm really letting loose, though I have been pointing out characters and telling him to "remember this guy!" because when I first watched the series, I missed quite a few things. For example, I didn't at all remember seeing Shishido lose to Tachibana the first time 'round. In fact, I don't think I remembered anything about the Hyoutei boys, except for their pink-soled shoes, until Seigaku actually started playing against them.

* Ah, this brings me back to the good old days of M-P, A-L and I spending entire weekends watching anime together... I miss you girls!
We're up at this completely ungodly hour on a Saturday because we're heading to Osaka/Nara/Kobe for the weekend. Here's hoping the weather over there is an improvement over what been going down (i.e. rain and an unseasonable chill) here in Tokyo these past few days! It feels wrong to be thinking, "It must be much warmer than this back home!"

We've reach episode 26 in Prince of Tennis, and B1 is, while not perhaps as addicted as I am, certainly enjoying the ride. So far, he thinks Horio is hilarious, and chuckles to himself each time Horio so much as opens his mouth. It took him about twelve episodes to learn his name and stop calling him "green shirt guy". XD Also, he's been raising his eyebrows at Inui's somewhat stalkerish tendancies re: Kaidoh. Though he did, after only 6 episodes, point out a guy in Shinjuku, saying, "They should cast him to play Inui." I was so proud of him ("You remember his name already! :DDD") that I failed to see the guy in question.
My brother arrived last night, and we've already started on Prince of Tennis! :D *glee*

So far, his funniest comment was (about Ryuuzaki-sensei), "She obviously takes male growth hormones." I'm sure he'll have plenty more profound thoughts, but he was kind of tired from the flight, so we only watched two episodes.

Also, I have the Dream Live 5th poster up on my door, and he said that Fuji and Kisarazu Ryou are the most feminine-looking guys he's ever seen.
So my brother is arriving tomorrow, right? I've been telling him that he's going to watch Prince of Tennis with me (his objections were half-hearted and teasing at best, so he has NO CHOICE!), then I told him about Dream Live 5th while we were chatting on Skype the other day. He seemed a bit confused when I told him about how we'd been counting the (very, very few) boys/men we saw there, while waiting in line for the marchandise tables.

"Isn't it a series written for guys?"

"Uh... Well, technically, the manga is..." I replied, smirking.

Hah. Hahahaha! Oh, Grasshopper, you have much to learn. XD I think I'll skip the first few episodes, though, because all he has to know is that "Ryouma is a smug little brat who NEVER LOSES $)#%8(!#&!!!" Then I'll have to ask him to keep a tally of which characters he believes are 100% straight. Because the list will be much shorter that way. XDDDD Also, I've promised (threatened? XD) to make him watch one of the myus... Which one should it be?

I was wondering whether I should try to hide the doujinshi, but really, why bother? After all, when I left my Queer As Folk tapes lying around, back when I was still living with my parents, he watched them, so I can hardly imagine he'll object, unless it's to the fact that they're all in Japanese.

Incidentally, I don't know whether I should be proud or ashamed that my kanji retention has been vastly improved by Prince of Tennis doujinshi. Because phrases like, "Shishido-san!" and "I'm coming!" are so useful in day-to-day conversations. XD

Speaking of kanji, I was very proud of myself for understanding the whole questionaire at the cosmetic surgery clinic -- don't be alarmed, I'm only getting laser hair removal done -- except for the questions about being pregnant and breast-feeding. No, and a resounding no to both!

And speaking of laser hair removal, what a bizarre sensation! It's like a concentrated heat beam surrounded by shards of ice. And they give you little goggles like the ones hardcore sunbathers wear!

One thing I found interesting was that the first time I went, for my bikini line, the (female) technician just stood by while I stripped and lay down on the table. Quite a difference from in Canada, where you get a moment alone to take your pants off before getting your legs waxed! Today, however, the (male) technician left the curtained area so I could take my blouse off, even through I had a camisole and my bra on underneath, neither of which I removed. I imagine that you automatically get a female technician for a bikini line job, whereas today I was asked if I had a preference.

And speaking of bras, I'm on the verge of crossing that final frontier and buying new underwear in Japan. Indeed, for the past year, most of what I wear has been purchased here, save for socks and panties and bras, but it's high time I got myself some new undergarments. Let's hope I can find a bra that's not padded and covered in lace and bows!

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