Usual babble
Jan. 7th, 2004 10:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
petroniaLo is coming back from Japan this month. I am trying to get her to proxy-buy useful Prince of Tennis merchandise for me (by useful I mean, of course, containing data as opposed to cute toys and geegaws), but Lo is a shoujo's shoujo and has never heard of the series. "What's the author and imprint? Wings, Chara, Flower? So I can identify it in the sea of pink and red lettering." *laughs weakly* Sugoi, ano ko. Didn't think one could be a fangirl physically in the Land of the Rising Sun and escape the merest osmotic knowledge of Shounen Jump.
We took care to sl0re her on GB before she left, though, so at least that one is covered. XD
(I'm cursed, she says wearily. What happened to the scanlation site of this wretched thing? OTOH I learnt the hard way with HikaGo that being a mere week behind the Japanese serialisation doesn't actually make me any happier, because I loathe following manga in dozen-page dribblets. So perhaps I should just wait for tankoubon - Chinese tankoubon, for family's sake - and adopt a stoic attitude toward spoilers.)
Artwork. *mad hearts* And after the uber-weirdness of the Kirihara match we return to... normalish-seeming high-level melodramatic fantasy tennis. A sigh of relief is breathed.
Momo and Kaidou. Oooh la la. Post-Rokkaku and Rikkai no one gets to write Momo as a dumb jock again, d'you realise? Will wait for the news to trickle down to fanon.
But they haven't explained why d00d's name is Jackal? That's not a Brazilian name. Marco (say) is a Brazilian name. /inappropriate Miike Takashi flashback/ Maybe it's supposed to be Jacko? XD XD Also, that there is some heavy-duty bubble gum.
Niou and Yagyuu: I... think I get it, but poke me and it might get mixed again. O_O I have half a mind that they should be slashed just for the sake of rampant ensuing chaos. Anyway, I like personality-tentatively-identified-as-Niou, and if you don't already know why you obviously haven't paid enough attention to the cheaply predictable workings of my fangirl hindbrain, props to you.
Okay, now that we've seen pretty much all the Rikkai regulars get put through their paces, I have to wonder even more about Yukimura. I mean, he's the captain. Sanada's the vice-captain. And then there's the rest of these guys, and the sort of team discipline they obviously must keep, and... and I strongly suspect that I should write a pre-emptive rant on how Yukimura's Not A Girly Uke. *g* (And while we're at it, neither are Okita Souji and Fuuchouin Kazuki. Clear? Good. Not that the worst of it won't come from Japanese fanartists anyway - I can't deal with most JuuKa sites no matter how pretty they are, and we're talking real pretty.)
Change of mind. I think Inui's winning this one. Are we taking bets? XD;;; EDIT -- This because if you look at the notebook he tosses down on the bench, it says "Bessatsu Yanagi Notes (Himitsu)". *rotfl* I have to root for him just for that. This match is going to be the apotheosis of data tennis no matter which way it goes down.
In real-life news, bumped into Japanese-class-Dave in the metro car coming home last night (this happens, in fact, at least once every few months ^^;), and got an email from Justin this afternoon, though he'd actually sent it several days ago to an account I check rarely. A slacker in friendship am I, surely; there's a lot of catching up to do on both fronts.
We took care to sl0re her on GB before she left, though, so at least that one is covered. XD
(I'm cursed, she says wearily. What happened to the scanlation site of this wretched thing? OTOH I learnt the hard way with HikaGo that being a mere week behind the Japanese serialisation doesn't actually make me any happier, because I loathe following manga in dozen-page dribblets. So perhaps I should just wait for tankoubon - Chinese tankoubon, for family's sake - and adopt a stoic attitude toward spoilers.)
Artwork. *mad hearts* And after the uber-weirdness of the Kirihara match we return to... normalish-seeming high-level melodramatic fantasy tennis. A sigh of relief is breathed.
Momo and Kaidou. Oooh la la. Post-Rokkaku and Rikkai no one gets to write Momo as a dumb jock again, d'you realise? Will wait for the news to trickle down to fanon.
But they haven't explained why d00d's name is Jackal? That's not a Brazilian name. Marco (say) is a Brazilian name. /inappropriate Miike Takashi flashback/ Maybe it's supposed to be Jacko? XD XD Also, that there is some heavy-duty bubble gum.
Niou and Yagyuu: I... think I get it, but poke me and it might get mixed again. O_O I have half a mind that they should be slashed just for the sake of rampant ensuing chaos. Anyway, I like personality-tentatively-identified-as-Niou, and if you don't already know why you obviously haven't paid enough attention to the cheaply predictable workings of my fangirl hindbrain, props to you.
Okay, now that we've seen pretty much all the Rikkai regulars get put through their paces, I have to wonder even more about Yukimura. I mean, he's the captain. Sanada's the vice-captain. And then there's the rest of these guys, and the sort of team discipline they obviously must keep, and... and I strongly suspect that I should write a pre-emptive rant on how Yukimura's Not A Girly Uke. *g* (And while we're at it, neither are Okita Souji and Fuuchouin Kazuki. Clear? Good. Not that the worst of it won't come from Japanese fanartists anyway - I can't deal with most JuuKa sites no matter how pretty they are, and we're talking real pretty.)
Change of mind. I think Inui's winning this one. Are we taking bets? XD;;; EDIT -- This because if you look at the notebook he tosses down on the bench, it says "Bessatsu Yanagi Notes (Himitsu)". *rotfl* I have to root for him just for that. This match is going to be the apotheosis of data tennis no matter which way it goes down.
In real-life news, bumped into Japanese-class-Dave in the metro car coming home last night (this happens, in fact, at least once every few months ^^;), and got an email from Justin this afternoon, though he'd actually sent it several days ago to an account I check rarely. A slacker in friendship am I, surely; there's a lot of catching up to do on both fronts.
