You know, on reflection, I should be worried. Or someone should, anyway.
Remember that graphic novel I want, Grey? SPOILER–pretty much everybody dies. Violently.
Justy? As much as he tries to avoid it, SPOILER–pretty much everybody in front of him dies. (the background characters mostly survive.)
And then after I blogged, I remembered another book I want and will find–The Crow by J. O’Barr. SPOILER (though if you don’t know this you missed the movie, poor you) everybody dies.
And this morning when I realized that if all goes well I will have several hours to myself this afternoon while the munchkin is thoroughly worn out at a water park? I didn’t think “hey, I’ll go see Star Wars again.” I didn’t think, “all right, maybe I’ll investigate that odd chick flick phenomena.” I didn’t think “hey, I can read and laugh out loud if it’s funny without being asked to explain it!” And, shame on me, I didn’t think, “Writing time!!”
No. I thought, “I’m watching Weiss.” Florists by day, assassins by night. Hunting the tomorrows of the dark beasts that prey on the innocent. (in the beginning the ‘dark beasts’ are human, later the series gets weirder. Like florist/assassins isn’t weird enough.) I let Hope watch a couple of the earlier shows–hey, have you seen what’s on American TV lately? Trust me, this was tamer than letting her watch Jurassic Park, and don’t tell me you have a six-year-old who hasn’t seen that.
Anyway. I let Hope watch a few of the earlier shows, but when the wierdness began, that stopped. I’m warped, I know. But when tentacles are about to come in, the kid leaves the room. (no, it’s not THAT kind of tentacle-anime! Ick!)
But seriously. What is it with the Japanese and tentacles?