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petroniaMay I take a moment to say that I am proud of Kim St.-Pierre (goalie during the Canada vs. USA women's hockey gold-medal game haha we are the champions)? You go, McGill girl. ^___^
(*mutters* Someone on livejournal sl0red me on this Lolita song. Wait until I catch them.)
Tomorrow I get X TV - finally! - and the first bazillion episodes of Slam Dunk. (I don't even know how many episodes there are. I left Shanghai halfway through the uhh oh shit spoiler you people are being good and not reading the manga aren't you, arrived in Montreal twitching and promptly ran myself into debt ordering the first manga I ever owned in its entirety. The funny thing is that I always knew how it ended. I'd read the last volume the previous year, during a fit of boredom at my part-time lab assistant job; it had been brought in by some azn boi. Natsukashii na. ...Shi Lin, do you know *quite* how it ends? ^______^) Whee. I also apparently will be exposed to the first few episodes of Initial D Second Stage. Double whee. Well, okay, it means more bad Ryousuke outfits, but it also means LanEvo...
Background info: I came back from Shanghai, like I said, twitching from withdrawal. A good friend of mine at the time, one Ioana-chan, was interested in the roots of the sudden insanity - so once I got my manga order, I wrote up summaries for her. Forty pages or so thereof, covering up to the beginning of tankoubon 12 and ranging from brief description to word-for-word dialogue with unsolicited MST, depending on my mood du jour. She was no anime fan; hadn't watched a Japanese cartoon since Maison Ikkoku when she was a kid in France. I spoke, at the time, *no* Japanese. I also sucked - still suck - at organized sports. In retrospect it's a wonder I got any of it right. ^^;
Essentially it's a sort of Sabinafication of Inoue's work, with a character shorthand entirely unrelated to that of the rest-of-fandom. (In particular, Dudes = Sakuragi Gundan; Musketeers = Haruko and friends; Brigade = Rukawa's scary scary fans.) This is an excerpt, edited for random French, *very* bad fangirl Japanese and more incomprehensible inside jokes than you can shake a stick at. I thought it was kinda funny on re-read, though - and it may be the closest to fic I'd ever produce for the fandom. XD
***
[...]
Rukawa starts scoring around this time. Really scoring. Everyone in the audience is impressed, and the Brigade is squidging like crazy. Sakuragi is repeat-fouling because he keeps on whacking the opposite team member for blocking he, the Tensai’s way to the basket. Never mind that this is the fellow’s job. He also accuses Miyagi of favoritism because he passed to Rukawa at one point instead of to him. Never mind that the pass wouldn’t have gotten through. And so forth. But everyone else in Shohoku is doing their job, and the score gap is increasing... increasing... increasing some more...
Cut to: two young fellows on a bike, one pedalling while the other stands on the axle of the back wheel leaning on the shoulders of the former. (I have seen two people ride a bike in this manner exactly once in real life, and surprisingly enough it wasn’t in China. It was two guys down Queen Mary Blvd. between Snowdon and Decarie.) Physical descriptions in order? The pedalling one has big eyes, an earnest-looking smile, short hair and ears that stick out a bit. The leaning one has hair like Mick Jagger on a wild day - or a Sargent-Pepper Beatle - and the expression that entails. He’s even rather cute - with a LOT of literary distance - but as we’ll later discover, his personality sort of overshadows it. They are in the Kainan uniform, which is a very nice suit, I suspect since Kainan people are all loaded. The former’s name is Jin Souchiro. The latter’s name is Kiyota Nobunaga. Which is hilarious. But Japanese names don’t REALLY mean anything, now do they?
As the scene opens, Kiyota is bitching about being dragged to see the Shohoku vs. Miuradai game, since “they both suck anyway so why should we bother?” Jin patiently and smilingly explains, probably for the ninth time, about how Shohoku is the better team, about their surprising results against Ryonan, and about Rukawa. Kiyota snorts - he hates Rukawa’s guts - he, Kiyota Nobunaga, is the #1 Rookie in Kanagawa, and not that sissy Rukawa! To emphasize his point, he does this incredible hand-flip vault thing off of the surprised Jin’s shoulders, which the Queen Mary blokes did not attempt. Of course, since he lands directly in front of the bike, he is immediately run over. This is, alas, an entirely accurate portent of Kiyota as he will prove to be.
The Kainan Duo is indeed surprised upon entering the stadium: with about five minutes to go in the game, the score is at 100-46 for Shohoku. Maki joins them and informs them that they’ve come too late, the good part was over long ago. This is not exactly true: Sakuragi has yet to score a point, and he is just deciding to Dunk or Die. Never mind that any 2 points scored could not possibly influence the outcome at this stage. He receives the ball - cuts through - jumps - the Miuradai captain jumps to block him but not high enough...
...And Sakuragi slams the ball down squarely on the Miuradai guy’s head.
Oops.
(Well, what am I supposed to say?)
Akagi (nervous breakdown): Noooo! Not again!
Umpire: Out! You’re out!
Sakuragi: What?!
Akagi: Disqualifying foul?
Umpire: Naw, just five-foul limit. That was the fifth.
Sakuragi leaves the game - five fouls, score 0, though his, uh, recognition level is upped a bit. Was obviously the funniest thing Kiyota’s seen all week, for one, and Kiyota laughs like a rowdy baboon.
They win the game, but Sakuragi stalks through school like Hurricane Georges the day after. Judo guy picks the wrong time to heckle; so do the Dudes. On the other hand, team morale is high, and they win the next game with a-hundred-something points as well. And the next. And even the fourth, which makes Shohoku one of the top eight in the prefecture. They’ve attracted notice by now: at one of Shohoku’s games, Uozumi spots a certain Hanagata Toru, centre for the very-feared Shoyo team, second in the province after Kainan, and not for lack of trying to be first. Shoyo plays the winner of Shohoku’s division in the semis, so a bit of research spirit there. Not that Hanagata got much of a real demo, since Shohoku whopped that particular team 160 to 26. Even for the high-scoring game of basketball, that’s sad.
That’s not the only happening streak, though: Sakuragi five-fouled again in the second game. And again in the third. And YET AGAIN in the fourth. If you can multiply - and you can - that is twenty fouls in four games, mostly for shoving and rough checking (though I’m not sure you actually “check” in basketball). And no points scored. Whatsoever. Sakuragi, desperate, shows up at Akagi’s house one night out of the blue, at dinner-time. Akagi is sent out by the parents to intimidate the salesman/Jehovah’s Witness/whatever, since that appears to be standard practice in the house. Instead, there’s Sakuragi on the doorstep, which is not necessarily more enthusiasm-inducing. (Akagi: “In case you’re wondering, I’m not inviting you to supper!”) Sakuragi, however, begs Akagi to tell him how not to foul himself out again. Akagi is touched by his perseverance, though he sure as hell won’t show it, and retorts that dammit, if he could cure Sakuragi by yammering wouldn’t he have done it already? However, he then goes on to say a few semi-useful things about how the Line between good defense and fouling is Very Narrow Indeed, and how twenty fouls in four games is Accumulation of Experience that Sakuragi should meditate over. Sakuragi leaves, dissatisfied. Akagi returns to the table muttering about how He Could Be The Key to the Shoyo game. Haruko spends perplexed moments trying to work out how this applies to the Jehovah’s Witness.
Meanwhile: Mitsui’s been to the hospital for a check-up on his knee. (Sabina amuses self picturing scene in hospital:
Nurse A (passing wheeling gurney): Hey, Mitsui...
Nurse B (passing with IVs in opposite direction): Mitsui! Short time no see!
Doctor: Arrgh! Not YOU again! Where are you bleeding to death from NOW?
Intern (passing): Hey, everybody, it’s Mitsui! And he’s even conscious this time! )
However, the prognosis is good: complete healing, basketball no problem. Mitsui walks out thinking he’ll never have to come back to this place again. (In REAL life this would have ensured his being run over as soon as he attempts to cross the street, but never mind.) He strolls along, thinking about how his presence alone will guarantee Shohoku’s victory against Shoyo etc., when ZOOM a Hell’s Angel roars past. Mitsui turns. The bike squeals round in a circle. It stops. It’s Tetsuo the Head Biker Guy from the Incident - remember him?
Awkward meeting of estranged?semi-friends. I have the feeling this scene is symbolic, you figure it out. Tetsuo leans on a rail, lights a cigarette, glances up significantly at the hospital. Mitsui rushes to explain about the obligatory check-up. Tetsuo heads him off.
Tetsuo (inpenetrable): Cut your hair, did you? Ya look like a jock.
(No real good answer to that. Tetsuo gives him the visual one-over again.)
Tetsuo: It suits you.
(No answer at all even remotely possible to that. Police sirens interrupt Mitsui’s attempt at saying something. Tetsuo sighs.)
Tetsuo (in martyred tone of someone who, dammit, is never allowed a moment’s peace to himself in this hectic, uncaring modern world): Damn. Thought I’d lost’em. (To Mitsui) What can I say? I hate this helmet-wearing shit.
(He gets on his bike and revs it up, scruffy leather and dangling cigarette and all. Mitsui, incidentally, is wearing a nice suit.)
Tetsuo (not uncomradely): See ya around - jockboy.
(He roars off. The police car streaks past in hot pursuit, the cops yelling ridiculous things like “Stop! Stop in the name of the law!” The siren gradually dopplers into the distance. Mitsui sighs as the quiet returns and walks off.)
Meanwhile, Sakuragi is passing the school on his way home... and dribbling noises drift from the gym. This is perhaps eight or nine in the evening: no one’s supposed to even want to be at school. Sakuragi sneaks up and opens the door a crack, not quite knowing what he’ll find - the Ghost of Basketball Past maybe - and sees Rukawa. Practicing. Alone.
Hard to describe this scene - visual thingum again - perhaps the best way to convey the intrinsics of it is to say that it is like a Nike ad. Either that or like Hiroshige prints. Balanced linear grace, and Just Do It. Understand that this is more praise of Inoue than anything - like one of those scenes from a Hollywood epic where the Art Direction just ups and whomps you in the face, and never mind story. Rukawa is, perhaps, visualizing; he’s gone to the trouble of putting on his jersey, and he feints and sprints as if surrounded by invisible Sendoh clones. He finishes with a self-set-up double-backhand alley-hoop dunk, slumps over with hands on knees - every time I reach this frame I mutter “perfect juxtaposition of white space” in a particularly nerdy-otaku manner - and smiles. Slightly. At least, Lucinda and I are in agreement to call it a smile. This is noteworthy because it’s about the only time in the entirely bloody series.
Sakuragi is entranced. His ego also gets majorly in the way. As Rukawa is casually dribbling past he throws open the door and yells, “YOU! I’m not standing for this! I’m not going to be fouled out in the Shoyo game - AND I’m going to get more points than you! Do you hear me, Rukawa?” And slams the door and runs off, without waiting for an answer. Rukawa, like anyone else would, just sort of shrugs and goes “Okay, whatever that was about.”
End Book 9... Can’t wait for the next book, we get to make the acquaintance of el Fujima!
[...]
(*mutters* Someone on livejournal sl0red me on this Lolita song. Wait until I catch them.)
Tomorrow I get X TV - finally! - and the first bazillion episodes of Slam Dunk. (I don't even know how many episodes there are. I left Shanghai halfway through the uhh oh shit spoiler you people are being good and not reading the manga aren't you, arrived in Montreal twitching and promptly ran myself into debt ordering the first manga I ever owned in its entirety. The funny thing is that I always knew how it ended. I'd read the last volume the previous year, during a fit of boredom at my part-time lab assistant job; it had been brought in by some azn boi. Natsukashii na. ...Shi Lin, do you know *quite* how it ends? ^______^) Whee. I also apparently will be exposed to the first few episodes of Initial D Second Stage. Double whee. Well, okay, it means more bad Ryousuke outfits, but it also means LanEvo...
Background info: I came back from Shanghai, like I said, twitching from withdrawal. A good friend of mine at the time, one Ioana-chan, was interested in the roots of the sudden insanity - so once I got my manga order, I wrote up summaries for her. Forty pages or so thereof, covering up to the beginning of tankoubon 12 and ranging from brief description to word-for-word dialogue with unsolicited MST, depending on my mood du jour. She was no anime fan; hadn't watched a Japanese cartoon since Maison Ikkoku when she was a kid in France. I spoke, at the time, *no* Japanese. I also sucked - still suck - at organized sports. In retrospect it's a wonder I got any of it right. ^^;
Essentially it's a sort of Sabinafication of Inoue's work, with a character shorthand entirely unrelated to that of the rest-of-fandom. (In particular, Dudes = Sakuragi Gundan; Musketeers = Haruko and friends; Brigade = Rukawa's scary scary fans.) This is an excerpt, edited for random French, *very* bad fangirl Japanese and more incomprehensible inside jokes than you can shake a stick at. I thought it was kinda funny on re-read, though - and it may be the closest to fic I'd ever produce for the fandom. XD
***
[...]
Rukawa starts scoring around this time. Really scoring. Everyone in the audience is impressed, and the Brigade is squidging like crazy. Sakuragi is repeat-fouling because he keeps on whacking the opposite team member for blocking he, the Tensai’s way to the basket. Never mind that this is the fellow’s job. He also accuses Miyagi of favoritism because he passed to Rukawa at one point instead of to him. Never mind that the pass wouldn’t have gotten through. And so forth. But everyone else in Shohoku is doing their job, and the score gap is increasing... increasing... increasing some more...
Cut to: two young fellows on a bike, one pedalling while the other stands on the axle of the back wheel leaning on the shoulders of the former. (I have seen two people ride a bike in this manner exactly once in real life, and surprisingly enough it wasn’t in China. It was two guys down Queen Mary Blvd. between Snowdon and Decarie.) Physical descriptions in order? The pedalling one has big eyes, an earnest-looking smile, short hair and ears that stick out a bit. The leaning one has hair like Mick Jagger on a wild day - or a Sargent-Pepper Beatle - and the expression that entails. He’s even rather cute - with a LOT of literary distance - but as we’ll later discover, his personality sort of overshadows it. They are in the Kainan uniform, which is a very nice suit, I suspect since Kainan people are all loaded. The former’s name is Jin Souchiro. The latter’s name is Kiyota Nobunaga. Which is hilarious. But Japanese names don’t REALLY mean anything, now do they?
As the scene opens, Kiyota is bitching about being dragged to see the Shohoku vs. Miuradai game, since “they both suck anyway so why should we bother?” Jin patiently and smilingly explains, probably for the ninth time, about how Shohoku is the better team, about their surprising results against Ryonan, and about Rukawa. Kiyota snorts - he hates Rukawa’s guts - he, Kiyota Nobunaga, is the #1 Rookie in Kanagawa, and not that sissy Rukawa! To emphasize his point, he does this incredible hand-flip vault thing off of the surprised Jin’s shoulders, which the Queen Mary blokes did not attempt. Of course, since he lands directly in front of the bike, he is immediately run over. This is, alas, an entirely accurate portent of Kiyota as he will prove to be.
The Kainan Duo is indeed surprised upon entering the stadium: with about five minutes to go in the game, the score is at 100-46 for Shohoku. Maki joins them and informs them that they’ve come too late, the good part was over long ago. This is not exactly true: Sakuragi has yet to score a point, and he is just deciding to Dunk or Die. Never mind that any 2 points scored could not possibly influence the outcome at this stage. He receives the ball - cuts through - jumps - the Miuradai captain jumps to block him but not high enough...
...And Sakuragi slams the ball down squarely on the Miuradai guy’s head.
Oops.
(Well, what am I supposed to say?)
Akagi (nervous breakdown): Noooo! Not again!
Umpire: Out! You’re out!
Sakuragi: What?!
Akagi: Disqualifying foul?
Umpire: Naw, just five-foul limit. That was the fifth.
Sakuragi leaves the game - five fouls, score 0, though his, uh, recognition level is upped a bit. Was obviously the funniest thing Kiyota’s seen all week, for one, and Kiyota laughs like a rowdy baboon.
They win the game, but Sakuragi stalks through school like Hurricane Georges the day after. Judo guy picks the wrong time to heckle; so do the Dudes. On the other hand, team morale is high, and they win the next game with a-hundred-something points as well. And the next. And even the fourth, which makes Shohoku one of the top eight in the prefecture. They’ve attracted notice by now: at one of Shohoku’s games, Uozumi spots a certain Hanagata Toru, centre for the very-feared Shoyo team, second in the province after Kainan, and not for lack of trying to be first. Shoyo plays the winner of Shohoku’s division in the semis, so a bit of research spirit there. Not that Hanagata got much of a real demo, since Shohoku whopped that particular team 160 to 26. Even for the high-scoring game of basketball, that’s sad.
That’s not the only happening streak, though: Sakuragi five-fouled again in the second game. And again in the third. And YET AGAIN in the fourth. If you can multiply - and you can - that is twenty fouls in four games, mostly for shoving and rough checking (though I’m not sure you actually “check” in basketball). And no points scored. Whatsoever. Sakuragi, desperate, shows up at Akagi’s house one night out of the blue, at dinner-time. Akagi is sent out by the parents to intimidate the salesman/Jehovah’s Witness/whatever, since that appears to be standard practice in the house. Instead, there’s Sakuragi on the doorstep, which is not necessarily more enthusiasm-inducing. (Akagi: “In case you’re wondering, I’m not inviting you to supper!”) Sakuragi, however, begs Akagi to tell him how not to foul himself out again. Akagi is touched by his perseverance, though he sure as hell won’t show it, and retorts that dammit, if he could cure Sakuragi by yammering wouldn’t he have done it already? However, he then goes on to say a few semi-useful things about how the Line between good defense and fouling is Very Narrow Indeed, and how twenty fouls in four games is Accumulation of Experience that Sakuragi should meditate over. Sakuragi leaves, dissatisfied. Akagi returns to the table muttering about how He Could Be The Key to the Shoyo game. Haruko spends perplexed moments trying to work out how this applies to the Jehovah’s Witness.
Meanwhile: Mitsui’s been to the hospital for a check-up on his knee. (Sabina amuses self picturing scene in hospital:
Nurse A (passing wheeling gurney): Hey, Mitsui...
Nurse B (passing with IVs in opposite direction): Mitsui! Short time no see!
Doctor: Arrgh! Not YOU again! Where are you bleeding to death from NOW?
Intern (passing): Hey, everybody, it’s Mitsui! And he’s even conscious this time! )
However, the prognosis is good: complete healing, basketball no problem. Mitsui walks out thinking he’ll never have to come back to this place again. (In REAL life this would have ensured his being run over as soon as he attempts to cross the street, but never mind.) He strolls along, thinking about how his presence alone will guarantee Shohoku’s victory against Shoyo etc., when ZOOM a Hell’s Angel roars past. Mitsui turns. The bike squeals round in a circle. It stops. It’s Tetsuo the Head Biker Guy from the Incident - remember him?
Awkward meeting of estranged?semi-friends. I have the feeling this scene is symbolic, you figure it out. Tetsuo leans on a rail, lights a cigarette, glances up significantly at the hospital. Mitsui rushes to explain about the obligatory check-up. Tetsuo heads him off.
Tetsuo (inpenetrable): Cut your hair, did you? Ya look like a jock.
(No real good answer to that. Tetsuo gives him the visual one-over again.)
Tetsuo: It suits you.
(No answer at all even remotely possible to that. Police sirens interrupt Mitsui’s attempt at saying something. Tetsuo sighs.)
Tetsuo (in martyred tone of someone who, dammit, is never allowed a moment’s peace to himself in this hectic, uncaring modern world): Damn. Thought I’d lost’em. (To Mitsui) What can I say? I hate this helmet-wearing shit.
(He gets on his bike and revs it up, scruffy leather and dangling cigarette and all. Mitsui, incidentally, is wearing a nice suit.)
Tetsuo (not uncomradely): See ya around - jockboy.
(He roars off. The police car streaks past in hot pursuit, the cops yelling ridiculous things like “Stop! Stop in the name of the law!” The siren gradually dopplers into the distance. Mitsui sighs as the quiet returns and walks off.)
Meanwhile, Sakuragi is passing the school on his way home... and dribbling noises drift from the gym. This is perhaps eight or nine in the evening: no one’s supposed to even want to be at school. Sakuragi sneaks up and opens the door a crack, not quite knowing what he’ll find - the Ghost of Basketball Past maybe - and sees Rukawa. Practicing. Alone.
Hard to describe this scene - visual thingum again - perhaps the best way to convey the intrinsics of it is to say that it is like a Nike ad. Either that or like Hiroshige prints. Balanced linear grace, and Just Do It. Understand that this is more praise of Inoue than anything - like one of those scenes from a Hollywood epic where the Art Direction just ups and whomps you in the face, and never mind story. Rukawa is, perhaps, visualizing; he’s gone to the trouble of putting on his jersey, and he feints and sprints as if surrounded by invisible Sendoh clones. He finishes with a self-set-up double-backhand alley-hoop dunk, slumps over with hands on knees - every time I reach this frame I mutter “perfect juxtaposition of white space” in a particularly nerdy-otaku manner - and smiles. Slightly. At least, Lucinda and I are in agreement to call it a smile. This is noteworthy because it’s about the only time in the entirely bloody series.
Sakuragi is entranced. His ego also gets majorly in the way. As Rukawa is casually dribbling past he throws open the door and yells, “YOU! I’m not standing for this! I’m not going to be fouled out in the Shoyo game - AND I’m going to get more points than you! Do you hear me, Rukawa?” And slams the door and runs off, without waiting for an answer. Rukawa, like anyone else would, just sort of shrugs and goes “Okay, whatever that was about.”
End Book 9... Can’t wait for the next book, we get to make the acquaintance of el Fujima!
[...]
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Date: 2002-02-23 01:58 am (UTC)*stare*
*Someone* mentioned something about a SenRu...?
Eps, eps...about 101/102 if I recall aright. Anime ends after the Shohoku/Ryonan/Shoyo faceoff, manga after the first or second IH game. Anime last ep has nice individual head shots of the guys in the sunset, wot. Fuzzy memories bad, but definitely around there. (I DO recall the manga finishes with Sakuragi in the hospital reading a letter from Haruko, and Rukawa runs by his room for the sole purpose of flashing him a jacket that says he's in the national team. XD)
(and belated thanks for the quasi-beta on the MitKo ^^ really really 'ppreciate it!)
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Date: 2002-02-23 02:01 am (UTC)and could I pester you for more of your manga summaries? I'm sad, but it makes me laugh, and that's a lot more than I can say for other things I encounter. *puppy eyes*
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Date: 2002-02-24 03:05 am (UTC)Rukawa is a 181-cm bipedal Nike billboard. I've often said that - considering before-and-after-anime-broadcast statistics on sneaker sales in various East Asian countries - Nike should be paying Inoue royalties. Well. Now that he's off doing the Life of Musashi...
SenRu. SenRu... tte. I don't so much itch to write one as I itch to translate some of the ones I *used* to read. You say there's not many good stories in the current English ficdom; well, there were some pretty amazing stories in the Chinese ficdom, back in '98 or so. Heck, even hase's Space Cadets AU was cute as all get out. The seminal OddlyLovableHentaiLoser!Sendoh, for one. ^^; Except she let that site go down with the free services, and such was the fate of 90% of the SD ficsites/archives I used to visit. Can't find a thing now.
(The thing with RuHana is that it doesn't work if there's no, y'know, sex. SenRu suited the general tenor of the Chinese fen better. *Nowadays* they write NC17 all right, hot ones at that - I found to my surprise, having guessed a password on an IniD site the other day - but very... unrealistically yaoi. In a 'I got all my Sex Ed from dj' sort of way. Which is how I know the schools aren't teaching it...)
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Date: 2002-02-24 04:16 am (UTC)On RuHana - oh yeah. *snicker* On Sex Ed, well, here they define homosexuality as a Phase. 'Tis all. I kinda figured it was also like that in Taiwan after going through fics with Sen-kun, oh, scrambling eggs in a pink apron and nikoing at half-nekky Rukawa stumbling down the stairs. (and then they had sex with the leftover oil from the pan)
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Date: 2002-02-25 02:23 am (UTC)I'll try and unearth some of these. (What happened to the English Slam Dunk Fic Archive that used to be around a couple of years ago?) Come to think of it, I dunno if you've read that GW babyfic of mine - "Demi" - but that was actually based off someone's SenRu fic, with the role of G/J being taken by Rukawa no okaasan. ^^;;; Sounds awful, I know, but it was quite a sophisticatedly constructed series that skipped back and forth over a time period of fifteen years or so, with a fresh, funny feel.
Four years ago I was watching Sailor Moon and Slam Dunk concurrently. XD I believe the channel had the shows in the same time slot, SM on weekends and SD on weekdays, re-runs in the morning. Tanoshikatta...