Category Archives: Soukou no Strain

Of a Dying 2006 Pancake Jamboree

This is the season to bake a cake
With our Queen of all pancakes
Her batter is first-rate
But one thing we all hate:
Skip her jam; your life, it’ll take.

Of the flame of wintry passions
Few hotter is an odd fusion
Of sickeningly cute “moe”
Mixed with a rarer, “moe”
An odd 萌え 燃え confusion?

Makoto, right before the snow
covers her, as if winter knows
that next year,
like every year,
again, memories anew will grow.

But what of tears under half a moon?
Of wishes undying, lovers swoon
to an eternal pledge
and they jump off the edge.
No, I’m not laughing at Black Lagoon.

But of kisses, war and boobs;
Fewer confuses more n00bs
than the trap gallery
on board the flying gallery
of Arctus Prima, the shoujo test tube.

Still there is no understatement
To fandom’s greatest testament
When the morning comes
And your alarm hums
Nayuki’s trademarked statement.

Still, it’s better to sing a song
Even if you get it all wrong
Like a undine
With a karaoke machine
to where the tone-deaf have gone.

If all of that is a pain
Then watch some Soukou no Strain
It’s serious as pie
And full of oppai
It belongs in its own domain.

But of wrecks this year
Perhaps none can possibly compare
To a sequel
With no equal
Because, she sang, life is a canvas.

And with a strong kiss, she landed.
Smitten, like heavy irony, candid
Of Paprika
As Hayashibara
Daughters of moe have commanded!

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
When Renton did his flying round
For love
Kind of?
Death rained down all around.

If “pancake” was a code word
In this theater of the absurd
It’ll spoil the story
Of Jesus’ destiny
Savior of many, head of his herd.

Because we go to war over it
And idol singer acts for it
Awesome cameras
For positive otaku karma
Will FLAG as a banner, fit?

This deadly note must stop
But only because to slumber I drop
You can lament
In my comments
It’s a grand criticism swap.

Sara Cruz, I Love Your Boobs?

Actually I take that back. Just her cleavage.

Somehow this picture reminds me of Nana Mizuki's new single

Soukou no Strain deserves a mention. It deserves some fan clamoring. It’s so far a very predictable affair–long separated siblings found themselves on opposite sides of a war; the protagonist, having lost all that is emotionally dear to her except her memories of the past, pushes herself forward to find out why it all happened. In the process she finds and reveals a lot of other secrets that the writers of the show hid, each in its expectant places. Well, at least it has an excuse–it’s an anime and sci-fi rendition of this book. It should seem familiar to many.

Sara reminds me of this show’s lead female. And she’s…not my type of girl, yet I admire both of them so? So driven, valiant in just the wrong way to be…hrm…appealing to the fleshly senses. In as much I hate watching an anime about stupid people getting smarter, I sure like anime about jaded and emotionally scarred people learning how to live like a normal person. Go figure.

But while the story is tried and true, I think I can only take the shell of Marlene for only so long. I think I was so :rolleyes: when I said to myself while watching episode 3, “ZOMG, the doll that gave her a place of solace and comfort turns her dream into reality! Next thing I’ll see is that this is not a real deus ex machina, but an elaborate, Evangelion-esque backstory involving clones with even bigger boobs and some kind of lousy human genome project hack that turned her brother into a terrorist!”

Still, the show itself is relentless. He’s right about its intensity. I think as long as we get more of the other characters to balance out the angst and add some flavor to the main story this is going to be a very good ride. Screw Code Gas, this is where it’s at.