(Or x2 "The Joys of Living Vicariously for a change.")
Thought I would recap how the Weiss'a'thon on Saturday
went. Well, it went rather longly...
I wasn't trying to get a big turn-out for it. My primary
objective was to get Gordon and Bruce to watch it. I
reckoned Gordon would have to love Schwarz like I do,
and figured Bruce would enjoy the series even if he didn't
wind up with a Schwarz fetish (he's not as big on the
ridiculously baaaaaaaad boys/girls as Gordon and I are).
It worked out for Mary Love to join us for some of it as
well.
We tried to get started at 2pm, but had severe technical
difficulties (yeah, sounds familiar). Quite some time
later we decided to opt for less prime viewing, because
Mary was going to take off for a while (and then return).
We managed to cram in the first 5 episodes before she
needed to head out (at 5:30).
I was getting a bit worried. I thought maybe Mary wanted
to escape because she was bored (oh, if only Sex Bunny-sama
wasn't so slow about appearing in the series), Bruce thought
absolutely nothing about any of it. Gordon had been getting
the giggles with me over some of the gratuitous violence
and psychosis, but otherwise I wasn't sure where he stood
on it.
Maybe I'd been remembering the series wrong, and it wasn't
as cool as I'd been thinking it was. Maybe I'd gone nuts
because there was a Midorikawa Hikaru character, and there
was nothing special about Schwarz.
So I spent much time sweating while we awaited Mary's return.
Which happened around 9pm. I was also worrying that everyone
would be too tired by then to see much. Gordon and I would
likely do well, but Mary and Bruce would probably be passing
out. I said I wanted to get them up through episode 12, since
then they'd know a decent enough amount about most of the
primary characters, and, uh, see a decent amount of Schuldich,
and then they could pass out.
They were both drifting in and out for a while, but in the
end pepped up enough to stay awake through episodes 11 and
12, or at least 12.
When Schuldich first got active (he was already there, but
not particularly doing anything) in episode 11, when he
nabs Omi and says he needs to borrow him for a moment,
I giggily shrieked to Gordon "Isn't he CUTE???!!!" He
was amused by the scene and agreed that he is indeed cute.
Of course Schuldich gets several times more cute in episode
12. You get his adorable deranged laugh a few times, you
get him giggling while he's bouncing between the wires,
etc etc etc. I was getting all the more giddy, shrieking
all the more to Gordon, and Mary asked "Are you living
vicariously, Jasmine?" Though I didn't pull myself
together enough to respond while she was there, I later
told Gordon "Well, yeah..." ;) I have learned that living
vicariously is a good thing, because I was never nearly
as happy about being attracted to deranged psychopaths
in real life (gee, I wonder why?).
Living vicariously keeps me out of trouble.
I can't help myself, Schuldich is adorable. He is soooooo
manic! So happy! So full of humour! So entirely evil!
I LOOOOOVE him!
(She exclaims rather manically.)
Gordon was liking him more and more. I knew he would have
to like him, since we'd both previously admired the also
deranged and chipper Xellos together. And we both found
Rail kinda cute and wacked and fascinating. So at least
I had someone to get giddy with in person.
It was time for Mary and Bruce to pass out, though. Gordon
and I kept watching up through episode 16, or somewhere
thereabouts. He slept here, we started watching again the
next afternoon. Finished the series, Bruce wanted to show
him Tampopo, then, after the discussion on the MH group
about when the OAVs happen, we watched them. I was edgily
needing to make certain I wasn't insane in believing when
they happened in the story-line. ;)
(By which I mean that became my excuse to watch yet more.)
And I'd realized as the series progressed that I definitely
hadn't been remembering anything wrong. It's a highly
convoluted, highly psychotic, downer of a series. Gordon
was impressed by the levels of psychosis it was immersed in.
And he wound up liking Schwarz quite a bit. When he left he
said he'd be dreaming about a strange kid with an eye patch,
and a red head (orange hair, often gets called red) in a
white suit doing all kinds of scary things. ;)
He was leaving some time around 7pm on Sunday, so I reckon
that truly was a longish marathon. I'd been too wacked
from that much anime to sit down and watch Tampopo, I've
seen it anyway. Not that I hadn't seen Weiss... but it's
difficult to switch mental tracks that much.
I'm still not sure what Mary thinks of it, other than that
it's a way for me to live vicariously. ;) Bruce was pepping
up into it before he passed out, but I think he would need
to watch further than he did to be entirely convinced.
Hopefully there'll be time for that to happen soon.
At least I did manage to recruit Gordon to Sex Bunny-sama's
fan club. We had many a talk and giddy bout about that
dear boy during the sleep deprived hours of the long Weiss
weekend. He was quite impressed with Schu-schu's level
of severe derangement and chipperness, and had giggled
and guffawed with me many a time through to the end. I
don't think I can count the times he made awed comments
ala "Oh man, what a... wonderful person..." Yep, Sex
Bunny-sama -- the profound humanitarian! ;)
Re-watching it rubbed it in so much more that Schuldich is
by far one of the most wacky and adorable critters I've
seen, and that it's a huge hideous shame that I can't
see more of him and Schwarz in general. Right smack when
they were getting sooooo much cooler at the end. Argh!
And that's one thing I so dearly cherish about Midorikawa
Hikaru characters: he gets some of the quirkiest characters
out there. Schuldich and Mikagami both get me giggling
uncontrollably, and of course Rail is a fun nut though he
was waaaaay too under-used.
Ah, I REALLY need a Sex Bunny-sama doll to love and cuddle. ;)
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^^^^^^^^^^^ http://cyberpsychos.netonecom.net/jsailing ^^^^^^^^^^^^
I play with fire because the shimmering flames make everything look
so beautiful around them. And these same flames inevitably lash out
to burn me, to leave me wailing in pain. Then they dance shyly away
and become beautiful once again so I blissfully resume my playing.
Which no doubt serves as nothing more than amusement
for Schuldich and whoever else strings him up (yo, Brad),
since Farfarello obviously just hangs there stewing and
plotting all the while.
It's an interesting dynamic.