||[Mar. 24th, 2011|05:38 pm]
I downloaded the Sekaiichi Hatsukoi video the other day and had way too much fun watching it. Seeing dorky adorable not-snarky Ritsu and silent not-snarky Takano/Saga and their disgustingly shojo manga-esque story was hilarious. I'm glad they faded out on the sex, it kept the story focused on the disgustingly shojo manga fantasy quality of it all (the fluttering curtains and swirling cherry blossoms in the library was so over the top it was almost painful). I ended up rereading the four manga volumes again. I think I need to order volume 5 right now.
I was listening to an interview with the author Carl Hiaason on BBC Front Row on March 11 in which he relates one piece of writing advice he gives to people who ask: don't write about eating roadkill. He has a recurring character who the interviewer calls an "eco vigilante and roadkill connoisseur." He says, very seriously: "Stay away from the subject of roadkill....You get the most disturbing mail from people who really, really like roadkill. They send you menus and they send you little roadkill anecdotes and it opens up a whole new, a very disturbing world. You'll be sleeping with the lights on, I guarantee you, if you get some of the correspondence that I've received from people who like that sort of thing." The soft noises from the interviewer (snickers? laughter?) makes it even funnier.