My knowledge of “songs that I can recall off the top of my head with ‘kiss’ in the title” has run out, so I’m going elsewhere. This is why you shouldn’t ask me for music recommendations. Also, I have no idea who even cares about these posts anymore — bless you if you do — but apologies for being later than normal. I spent an abnormal amount of time working on this Steel Ball Run post. Maybe I will have a normal schedule again! (Yeah, right.)
I feel like this is my least favorite episode yet, but the others are blurring in my mind right now. If you asked me to name my favorite episode, I’d probably stare at you blankly and then cry after a while. Coincidentally, that was my reaction to most of this episode. Admittedly, I chuckled at Haruka’s extended fantasy about living with Yuu, and the bit with the two girls on the roof is sort of sweet. But the cultural festival stuff … maaaaaaaaaaaaaan. Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaan! It’s been a while since I was that bored. This is why I don’t often watch high schoolers “faff about,” as your friend and mine, Scamp, would put it. More power to y’all who can see the cuteness and fun in watching these girls sew and walk around and eat food. Not like I don’t enjoy some (OK, lots of) stuff that baffles other people. I’m too much of an old grump to handle this when it’s not making me laugh.
As a pure outsider, even after watching years of anime, the appeal of cultural festival episodes mostly escapes me. I think we did something similar to this when I was in high school, but it was littered with our silly carnival bullshit like “toss the ball and hit the target to dunk the teacher in water” and … actually, I can’t remember anything else that went on because it was kind of shit. But I could accept it being fun at that age if you’re hanging with your friends. But seeing these usual cultural festival activities once is enough for me. It’s more fun when there’s a twist to it like the wrestling show in Toradora! That’s good, silly fun. I am also biased toward enjoying wrestling because I am among society’s dregs. Wrestling AND anime? Pen me in for eternal bachelorhood.
Actually, my ideal cultural festival would probably unfold like normal, but then it would keep repeating ala “Endless Eight,” ending with the students realizing they are in Hell. Then you can have a monologue by Rod Serling, or whoever the Japanese equivalent of Rod Serling is. This is one of the many things I will fund when I magically get rich. (However, it is lower on the totem pole than my English dub of Legend of Duo and my Giant Robo sequel where I toss millions of dollars at Yasuhiro Imagawa and let him have at it.)
Needlework is tough.
More so when you’re confronted
By a little prick.
And Dracula walk into
A culture fest. Bored.
She may look fragile,
But Snow White is a tough gal.
Witches get stitches.