The Jumbled Contents of Brigid's Brain

Great rejoicing!

Sun, 11 May 2008 03:02:03 GMT

I HAVE A JOB!

Sorry for shouting, but: I HAVE A JOB!!

At Culver's. ^_^ In case you don't know what it is, it's a fast food place that's kind of like a sit-down restaurant.

It's a lot of standing and walking, so my feet hurt, but I'm hoping I'll eventually get used to the activity. I'll also have to get used to eating lunch around 2 or even 3 depending on how long the mid-day rush gets.

I did something really stupid.

Wed, 30 Apr 2008 03:41:05 GMT

Today I had to take a test so I could be considered for a county job that doesn't exist yet. (Long story.) It lasted about two hours during which time I had nothing to eat. Now, I did have a snack before I left, so I thought I'd be okay.

I was wrong.

About half way or two thirds, I'm not really quite sure, I started feeling funny. My stomach was growling and my fingers felt tingly like they were falling asleep. The test itself was pretty easy, but getting through it sure wasn't with the discomfort my body was going through.

By the time I finished the test my elbows ached and my legs felt like jelly. My head felt kinda wobbly, too. There was no way I was going to drive in that condition but what was I to do? I needed to find a vending machine and hope for something edible.

Well, there was one that offered lemonade, but that item was sold out. I went for a pop instead. First item on the ingredients list: high fructose corn syrup.

Hoo-boy. I drank just enough to feel semi-normal and then drove home.

I am so going to pay for that. Actually, I think I already am. Headache and some nausea to be precise. It's actually a little like a hangover without the fuzzy tongue.

From now on I line my pockets with me-friendly snacks. ~.~

Winter's back?!

Sat, 26 Apr 2008 21:03:38 GMT

Okay, it's near the end of April. We've had a few nice days when I could actually go outside without a heavy jacket and not feel uncomfortably cold. Then it started snowing.

Maybe someone forgot to tell Old Man Winter, spring started a month ago.

Most of the ground is covered in snow, the wind is blowing cold and hard. It's hard to believe summer is just around the corner.

In other news, global cooling may be what we should really be worrying about.

Or maybe we should just accept that earth goes through temperature cycles and get on with our lives.

Sorry to ruin the fun, but an ice age cometh

Good heavens!!

Thu, 24 Apr 2008 20:25:39 GMT

There's this rather nifty face recognition software on MyHeritage.com. I tried out their celebrity look-a-like bit and... Yikes!

Ayiiiiiiii!

Thu, 10 Apr 2008 14:18:30 GMT

I got a rather nasty surprise when I came back to the apartment yesterday. I'd been visiting my folks and only got back around 9pm. Of course, it was really quite dark by that time.

It was even darker in the apartment because the lights weren't working. Odd.

The TV, too. And the clocks...

No power! AAAA!!!

And the landlord didn't answer when I knocked (pounded) on his door. No answer on his phone. Help!

My Mom got a rather frantic call right about then.

TheresnopowerinmyapartmentandthelandlordisntansweringthephoneandIdontknowwhattodo!

I was about to leave to get batteries for my flashlight when the landlord called. He was as surprised as I was to find that there wasn't any power, but nowhere near as panicky.

He got there in a few minutes and checked things over. The microwave still worked but it, the fridge, and the stove were on a different breaker. He and his girlfriend spent a good hour plus trying to figure out what the heck was going on. I was even offered a beer.

Yeah. I needed that. Don't know how anyone can get drunk on beer, though. I can't drink very much before the bitterness starts getting to me. Now something sweet like hard cider, *that* would be all too easy to get drunk on.

Funny thing is, the lights were out in the boiler room, too. I think I counted a total of three breaker boxes that were checked and rechecked without success. Weird.

There was one other box, but it was in the apartment next to me and the landlord couldn't get in because the tenant changed the locks and didn't give the landlord the new keys.

In case you're wondering, yes, that's illegal. I don't think that tenant is going to be living there much longer.

So the landlord gave me a big flashlight and an extension cord so I could plug the TV into the microwave's outlet.

This morning he showed up at 7:30 with the electrician. The power's back on.

I may never know what happened.

Best landlord I've ever had.

Webcomic review: Girl Genius

Fri, 04 Apr 2008 21:53:52 GMT

I'd never heard of "steampunk" before, but if Girl Genius is a representation of that then I think I could get into it.

The story follows Agatha Clay as she encounters monsters, machines (called clanks), and crazed scientists (calls Sparks). I don't want to give away too much of the story, because you really should read it. Well, I wouldn't recommend it to little kids since there is blood, mild swearing, and acres of cleavage. Not to mention several deaths, including a few sympathetic characters.

If I were to complain about anything, it'd probably be how every single woman in the comic is built like a Buxom 'This Corset Is Going To Blow' Barmaid. Are there any women in that world who are, oh I don't know, skinny? Fat? (I'm not counting the operatic cameo.) Less physically endowed than Dolly Parton?

Still, the characters are all definitely unique individuals in personality and appearance. That's a good thing.

One thing that makes me curious is the art style. It looks exactly like the art in some old Dragon Magazine comics Dad saved. I'm currently trying to find out if this is an amazing coincidence or if GG is drawn by the same people who did those comics. That would be so cool.

Edit: Just received confirmation that my suspicions were correct.

Phil Foglio, artist of Girl Genius also did the Phil & Dixie comics of Dragon Magazine.

Must tell Dad. Now.

A product review: Debbie Meyer Green Bags

Sun, 16 Mar 2008 15:17:26 GMT

The bags are quite literally green. In color and in design.

The commercials are quite accurate, by the way, food really does stay fresh longer when put in these bags than if they're put in regular plastic bags.

Just one little problem that you won't find on the official site...

NEVER put fruit in them if any of the insides are exposed. That means no halved cantaloupe, sliced apples, or sectioned oranges. Or any other exposed fruits.

Why? Because whatever it is the bags are made of will give the fruit a really nasty taste where the two come in contact.

And when I say nasty, I mean **nasty!**

Other than that, though, they're a pretty good buy.

The con continues

Fri, 14 Mar 2008 17:28:49 GMT

Emma's just prefect in this setting. Like a scene straight of of the manga.

William, William. Wherefore art thou, William.

I think she's supposed to be Sakura from Sakura Wars.

I think Rukia's more convincing, here.

Why couldn't I get a front row seat?

I wish I had a camcorder.

I'm excited, can you tell? The red eye effect was so creepy I decided to make this an animated gif.

Seems we're not limiting ourselves to Japanese animation here. (I also saw an Ursula in one of the hallways. Yikes.)

And no one sees anything weird about this...

I see we're not limiting ourselves to *animation* here. Classic Dr. Who. Coolness.

There's a saying among American otaku. "Anime: Crack is cheaper." Very true. The big difference is that anime is *legal.*

Best Rukia I've seen all con. And that sword is the coolest!

It's Tohru! With a Kyo plushie! Kawaii!!!

Yachiru is actually about two or three feet shorter than this girl, but unless you want to stuff a toddler into this costume this is as good as it gets.

Yay! Naussicca of the Valley of the Wind!

Remember what I said about the last Yachiru cosplayer? Try a six-foot something guy. Yikes.

Have I mentioned that I like Bleach?

I must be totally insane for eating at the over-priced, fancy restaurant in the hotel. But the food was so good. ^^ Strawberrieeeeeeeeees.

I'm not the only one who likes Bleach here. Probably from having one of the voice actors as a guest. ^_^

Best Orehime cosplayer ever. Even has her figure. 0.0

If I were a guy...

More from Katsucon

Sat, 08 Mar 2008 21:08:36 GMT

Aside from attending a lot of panels I also got some really good cosplay shots at the con.

A classic Kagura from Fruits Basket, complete with plush backpack.

My pick for all time best cosplay. Emma fits right in with the decor, doesn't she?

He's got the attitude down, now to turn down the volume on the hair!

Miyazaki fans, this one's for you!

He doesn't have the bangs, but other than that, good job!

I was supposed to be a soul reaper but the black kimono didn't turn out. Oh well, I think I look kinda cool like this.

The hat, the clogs, even the cane! Cool!

Outside the hotel I found some fascinating architectural examples. If only the best ones had turned out.

Note, that hedge across the street does not lead to a park. It's actually someone's home. Wow, the people here must be loaded!

The hotel is even more impressive in the day time.

The hotel even comes with a park.

And it's own wildlife sanctuary.

However, it doesn't come with a number of things I've become accustomed to receiving from much **much** cheaper places. Free continental breakfast, free wireless access, more than just a few basic cable channels, all for well under a hundred bucks a night and in a room that's about the same size as the one we were crammed into.

I really don't *care* if the inaugural ball has been held here since Roosevelt! I am **not** spending 4-digits on a room that doesn't even have internet access!

More to come next time.

Bunnies are smart.

Thu, 06 Mar 2008 04:59:52 GMT

I've had a bunny for a little over a month now. He's been a great little friend but has a terrible habit of getting onto the bed and peeing on it.

Not good for the sheets, the mattress, or my sleep schedule.

Thankfully, I was able to borrow a baby fence from my folks to act as a barrier.

Not so great news, my little bunny pal is smart. Or at least inventive.

He found the place where the fence touches the wall and shoved and nudged it with his little nose until he was able to wriggle through onto the bed.

Good news, it made a lot of noise so I could grab him before he made a mess.

Then I tried to rectify the situation by reconfiguring the fence. A difficult task at best but I also had a curious rabbit under foot, between my knees, and all over the fence.

Managed to complete the task. I just hope he doesn't find some other way of getting on the bed. He likes to stand on his hind legs and sniff around the fence a lot.

Is this normal for rabbits or did I happen to get a particularly smart one? Might be the wild rabbit genes. I don't think he's 100% domestic.

The room is what!?

Sat, 01 Mar 2008 19:22:57 GMT

On meeting up with my friend in the hotel, I made a rather head-spinning discovery.

"... and some of the guys are already here."

Me. 0o "Guys?! As in male?" That last word word came out as more of a squeak than a word.

Yep. She hadn't been too pleased at first, either, but tried to assure me that these guys were "tame."

I worry about any intact male that's that "tame." >.>

Anyway, when I got to the room I found that these were fairly normal guys. Complete with rude jokes and questionable taste in visual entertainment. Not the sort I'd expect to not have urges leading to a loss of virginity.

Thank goodness I had a weapon along.

I freed my boken from the rope binding it to my backpack and stood before the mixed crowd, holding my sword aloft.

"Attention everyone!" I said, insuring that everyone knew I was about to make a statement. "I have a boken and I am not afraid to use it! I will defend my virginity to the last! You have been warned!"

The reactions and who they came from where most interesting.

The girls, almost unanimously, considered what I did pointless. "These guys are tame." "You don't have to worry about them." Etc.

The guys, most definitely unanimously, applauded my speech. If fact, they seemed not only entertained, but pleased that I had made such a declaration.

Most interesting.

Later, when getting ready for bed, I at first tried to sleep sitting up in a corner with my boken between my knees. (Watch Inuyasha sometime. He often sleeps the same way I tried to.) I picked a spot close to the bathroom, just in case.

A girl exiting the bathroom noticed me and, in a surprised and somewhat incredulous voice, asked, "Are you seriously going to sleep with your sword?"

She thought I hadn't been serious earlier?

I voiced an affirmative just as one of the guys said, "I can respect that."

Another guy said, "Yeah. A warrior must always be ready to do battle!"

Am I cool or what? ~_^

That sleeping arrangement didn't work very long. My legs started cramping up and my head kept falling onto the hilt of the boken. (I think I shall call it 'bonk' ken.) So I moved to the closet, which gave me some privacy and was almost long enough for me. My feet stuck out the door, but that was okay. I held my boken with the hilt at my collar bone and the tip somewhere near my knees.

It did make for another rather interesting encounter. At some unholy hour of the morning when I was only half awake (and thus had that I'm-not-really-awake-but-I-might-bite-you-anyway glare) one of the guys came to the door. He looked down at me with an expression closely akin to fear and said, "I'm just here for my costume. Please don't hit me."

Oh, yeah. I am cool.

What's really funny is that I got along much better with the guys than the other girls did. Just goes to show you that guys like a girl who acknowledges that they're dangerous (guys, that is).

The trip to the con. I thought I was going to die.

Wed, 27 Feb 2008 04:46:07 GMT

Left Alex a little after 5pm that Tuesday. The bus was supposed to be there at 4:55, but I could live with a little delay.

Little did I know what it would portend.

I'm trapped! Like a rat! The walls are closing in! I can't take it any more!

The bus in Minneapolis was supposed to leave around 9pm. Instead I found that no buses were allowed through Chicago until 6am. Did Greyhound bother to announce this? No, not that it would help with the unintelligible method they have of using the com system. I heard from some other passengers and then asked at customer service. Nice people, but clueless.

This little 10-year-old had the right idea. Have a party! She won the hearts of the adults with her purple jammies, Tinker Bell blanket, and paparazzi camera.

Unfortunately, the blockage remained until 9:20am, even though there wasn't so much as a flurry between there and the East Coast. I never will understand that logic.

This is what I look like with no sleep in 24 hours standing in the cold. It's a lunch break on the way to Chicago. Please! Move!

It's a little hard to tell, but that water tower is painted with roses, complete with stems. Neat.

The rest of the stay in Chicago was... nightmarish. I have never run into such rude, anti-social, just plain nasty people in my life. And they were all employed by Greyhound. Ugh. I've been screamed at, lied to, and generally treated like dirt. *Never* going Greyhound again.

I can't believe the bus driver got lost trying to find the bus terminal in Columbus. >.<

I think this is all Columbus Ohio. Indianapolis was too dark to take pictures as I recall.

Daylight! Sweet daylight! And Mom really wanted pictures of the Appalachians. Approaching Pittsburgh, as I recall.

It's so pretty. And these disposable cameras definitely have issues when it comes to light conditions. Bright afternoon sun? Fine! Indoors with flash or morning or evening sun? Grainy like you wouldn't believe.

And again with the rudeness. I was even lied to, again! Greyhound seems to hire people based on how terrible they can make the trip.

It's a pretty, wonderfully bright day. So why did the lady in Customer Service insist that the delay was due to weather? And why couldn't the bus I was supposed to be on wait just 5 minutes past it's departure time so about half a dozen people get on? *sigh*

It's not just steel. It's a mish-mash of every architectural style since the Middle Ages!

It's hard to see, but that's white marble, a fancy rug, and crystal chandeliers. 0.0 I was going to stay there!?

Here I am! Really! Finally! 16 hours late, but I'm here! Yes!

But my adventures don't end there. I still have to get to the room. And boy is that a story!

But for next time.

The pictures came. First, a novelty.

Tue, 26 Feb 2008 01:53:54 GMT

No 'yoke' about it. ^^; Sorry, couldn't resist.

Two yokes in one egg! Wow! I used this to test if the flash on the disposable camera worked.

It worked.

I think I may die

Wed, 20 Feb 2008 02:22:00 GMT

What with the lack of sleep, the hellish conditions with Greyhound, and the stress of being several thousand miles from home, I'm amazed I haven't died yet.

I just got back from a con in Washington DC. What's crazy is that I want to go back there. Just not necessarily for a con and *definitely* not by Greyhound bus.

Details will follow, but first I need to recover both physically and mentally. (And I didn't even take any drugs or alcohol besides a sip of sake. How do people *survive* that sort of thing??)

And now for something completely different.

Thu, 31 Jan 2008 23:01:24 GMT

Ever watch The Rescuers and wonder if albatrosses really are that bad at taking off and landing?

The answer: Oh yeah.

Manga Review: Red River

Sun, 20 Jan 2008 23:37:00 GMT

First let me introduce you to Typical Shojo Heroine:

Skinny teenage girl who's good at sports, bad at math, clumsy around boys, hates violence, cries easily, is a strong believer in treating people equally, she manages to make best friends out of people who previously hated her guts, every single (and not so single) guy in the entire series adores her, she's constantly being kidnapped/nearly raped/otherwise in need of rescuing by--

The Toxic Prince:

Tall, handsome, more than a little androgynous, easily made jealous, alternates between trying to seduce Typical Shojo Heroine and pushing her away because he's not right for her (boy has be got that last part right), every woman in the world wants him, men follow him or try to steal Typical Shojo Heroine from him.

Why do I call him The Toxic Prince? Because that's his effect on Typical Shojo Heroine. At first the relationship is rocky and Typical Shojo Heroine isn't even sure that she likes him. When she finds herself liking him she beats herself up over it because of some problem with making the relationship work.

In the case of Red River it's because Typical Shojo Heroine, Yuri, is from modern day Japan and The Toxic Prince, Kail, is from Bronze Age Anatolia. Yuri got sucked into that world through, of all things, a rain puddle.

I'm seeing shades of Fushigi Yugi on the horizon.

Thankfully, Yuri isn't anywhere near as suicidal as Mika from Fushigi Yugi. Not that it'd take much. When she isn't thinking about her handsome prince she's really a very capable leader. And when she isn't just about being raped she can fight.

That last really bothers me. Here's this girl who learned how to use a sword with amazing speed. Yet a guy makes sexual advances on her and she's suddenly helpless! Your legs are free, kick him where it hurts! Your hands are free, scratch his eyes out! *Do* something! Don't just lay there screaming "No!" and wishing for your prince to come save you.

And when the golden couple get intimate do we really have to see them pressing flesh, kissing each other's chests, and groaning? They're in a bed room looking longingly into each other's eyes and the door's closed. You can cut right there, we get the idea. Hitting us about the head with a flowered sledgehammer is unnecessary.

Not only that, but the readers are supposed to want these two to end up together, right? I didn't. Not at all. I wanted Yuri to go home as soon as possible. And it didn't have anything to do with the near constant dangers of that world or the perpetual plots to tear these two apart. It was the terrible effect Toxic Prince Kail had on her emotional and mental well being.

Every stinking time she thinks about that guy or is separated from him her confidence goes out the window. She's not worthy, she's always making mistakes, she's just dragging him down, yadda yadda yadda. Que total psychophysical meltdown.

It is disturbing that there are women who write stories like this. A lot of stories like this. This is why I never really got into shojo manga. There are more believable relationships in shonen manga. And without anywhere near as much nudity.

And this is *shojo* we're talking about. Intended for the under 18 female crowd. Josei is for older women and supposedly is more sexually explicit.

More? I fear for the Japanese culture if that is so.

I give this series, and most of the shojo genre, a thumbs down.

And now a vent.

Wed, 16 Jan 2008 23:16:58 GMT

To those who use Minnesota Highway 29: I am going 55 miles per hour, so quit passing me!

This is not the Autobaun! There is a speed limit and it is 55 miles per hour. I should probably be going slower than that this time of year what with ice and all.

You want to go 70, fine. GET ON THE FREAKIN' FREEWAY!

One of the most annoying things about driving.

Bwa-ha-ha!

Sun, 13 Jan 2008 01:57:08 GMT

I discovered a fun little game. Infinite Ways to Kill a Sledder!

No. Actually, it's called Line Rider. But it sure is fun to see how many ways you can make the guy wipe out in almost certainly fatal ways.

Try putting him into free fall. Fun. hehehehehe

There must be something I can talk about...

Mon, 07 Jan 2008 17:48:09 GMT

Been a while since I posted something other than a manga review, hasn't it?

...

Though, really, there hasn't been much to report other wise. (Sad, very sad.)

I'm still unemployed. Still trying valiantly and fruitlessly to find employment. There are a couple of possibilities, but I have no idea if anything will come of them.

And I'm getting next to no help from Vocational Rehabilitation. I am this close to screaming.

A few days ago I had a really good feeling about the new year. Now I'm not quite so sure. The tedium of filling out applications with no guarantee of success hit me, I guess.

Well, nothing for it but to keep on plugging.

Manga Review: Bokurano

Thu, 03 Jan 2008 00:41:20 GMT

Don't let the young cast fool you, this manga is for adults *only*!

Good grief. The things these kids talk about and think about. Most of them are seriously disturbed individuals. On beats his sister, another takes pleasure in shooting cats, another wants to commit murder... the list goes on. And don't even get me started on what a couple of thirteen-year-olds are doing doing *that* together.

The impression one might get of Japanese family life from this story is grim at best. I think there's one so far who actually has a halfway normal family.

Then there's the contract with the giant robot. I won't go into details in case you want to read it, but it's not pleasant.

The art is very good, though. It really carries the mood. The mangaka does anxiety-to-the-point-of-not-eating-for-days very well.

Can't say that I agree with much, if any, of the philosophy presented. There's a rather fatalistic streak running through this that is rather more depressing than I'd really like.

Still, the story's interesting. I think I'll stick with it to the end.

I give it a neutral rating, maybe a slight thumbs up.

Manga Review Update: Ga-Rei

Sat, 29 Dec 2007 00:50:44 GMT

Hmm. Well, the story just about lost me on several occasions. At the moment it seems to me to be a great example of why people in high activity, high risk jobs should *not* wear miniskirts.

So many panty shots. 0.0

The icchi seems to come and go. It's weird. I think I'm reading it mainly because all the other manga I've been following haven't updated in a while. Stupid reason, I know.

Manga Review: Air

Sun, 23 Dec 2007 03:14:35 GMT

I'm confused. The story follows Yukito, who's looking for a girl with wings, and Misuzu who seems to have some social anxiety issues.

There's a lot of talk about flying, and dreams, and some seriously surreal stuff that I completely didn't understand. I think there was something about reincarnation but I really didn't understand much of anything in it. There are also some other characters who really don't appear much. Misuzu almost makes friends with them, then they kinda disappear.

What I really didn't understand was the ending. I mean, what happened to Yukito? How did Misuzu over come her paralysis? I'm so confused. @.@

Apparently it's based on a computer game that, according to Wikipedia, has some adult-only content. There doesn't seem to be anything like that in the manga, though. Not even a panty shot. The art is nice, too. I just wish I understood what was going on!

If anyone has the answer, please let me know.

Manga Review: Akuma Jiten

Sat, 22 Dec 2007 17:11:31 GMT

The title means 'Evil Spirit Encyclopedia'. Rather odd title since there isn't anything terribly encyclopedic about the story.

It started out rather cute. Hiroyuki is a 16-year-old who's rented a house to live in while going to high school. How a 16-year-old could afford a house or even live on his own is beyond me. Anyway, it turns out the house is occupied by a demon named Milky Way. The demon is a girl, of course.

The series started out cute, with the occasional joke centered around sexual tension. It didn't start getting ecchi until the vampire showed up. Then the series slowly spiraled down the path of random ecchi-ness. Any plot the story had quickly got lost as the mangaka started adding characters with reckless abandon.

And why on earth do all these girls want a piece of Hiroyuki?

The whole thing hit a new low when Hiroyuki's little sister showed up and, in a classic case of projection, started talking about how ecchi her brother is.

Hey, she's the one who seemed to think suggesting incest was funny.

It's really too bad. The art is cute, the story started out cute, it really could have been a neat little series. Why everything had to be about sex I don't know.

The start is thumbs up, but as the story progresses I have to give it a thumbs down.

Manga Mini Review: Ga-Rei

Wed, 19 Dec 2007 23:56:42 GMT

Okay, I just started reading this because it sounded interesting. This kid, Kensuke, can see ghosts, which seems to be detrimental to his social life. Then he meets this girl with a pet demon thing and that's how the story starts.

I actually haven't gotten much further than this right now. To tell you the truth when I first saw the main character I thought it was a skinny goth woman who hadn't had any sleep in about a month.

Turns out he looked like that because a rotten, maggot-riddled samurai ghost was sitting next to his date. That would freak just about anyone out.

Then there was that little incident with the panties. Kensuke was nearly run over by a girl on a motorcycle, so she got off and knelled down to check to see if he was okay. Since she was wearing a short skirt, her panties showed.

Granted, they were fairly good sized panties, but still. I do admire Kensuke's admonishing himself for getting excited, though.

I know a few people who'd stop reading a series right there, no matter how good the story, and
this one seems kinda standard issue for the genre, but it's just the first chapter.

It's still good enough for me to be curious about what happens next, so maybe there's hope.

What is interesting is the art. It's a bit like silly putty. The characters go from a semi-normal appearance to a sort of claymation version of The Scream in a single frame. This series must have the greatest range of deformation of any manga I've ever read. Still, it fits with the subject matter. (It's also kinda creepy, which also fits, I guess.)

I really don't know where to put this series right now. But I thought I should make a note of it. It has potential.

Manga Review: Midori no Hibi

Sat, 15 Dec 2007 04:17:31 GMT

One word: riot.

I'm not sure what the translation of the title is exactly since I don't know what kanji are used, but Midori is the name of one of the characters. Hibi either means everyday or skin fissure (maybe flaw).

Either one would make sense, given the plot.

Okay, here's the set up. A tough-guy high school student named Seiji wants a girlfriend but everyone is scared of him. Midori is from a different school and has a crush on him. Through some means that have yet to be explained Midori ends up as Seiji's right hand.

...

No, really. Seiji's hand is now the body of a girl from the waist up. And she is absolutely obsessed with him.

His life kinda goes downhill from there.

But as much as he suffers the reader suffers more. From a repeatedly busted gut.

I suppose I should be kinder, the poor guy can't even use the bathroom in peace now. First having to use his left hand and secondly trying to keep her from "helping."

Midori is pure hearted but clueless. Funny how those two tend to go together in manga.

Anyway, the story is hilarious. Seiji spends most of the time either freaking out or desperately trying to look cool while freaking out internally. Otherwise he's a pretty cool guy.

A little gratuitous fan service when Seiji goes to Midori's house to figure out what's going on.

Really, I understand the idea of putting mini-Midori in contact with her body, but was it really necessary to pull back the covers? (I suppose if he thought proximity to the heart would make a difference...)

Oh well. It led into a really hilarious scene where the maid nearly kills him.

Like most guys, he's utterly clueless about girls. Probably more so than most. (He wouldn't get that a girl likes him even if she popped out of his sleeve and said so.)

But he's really sweet, and when he isn't freaking out at her he really cares about Midori.

The art is pretty good, too. Maybe not fantastic, but it does the job and a little more.

I really don't know what else to say. It's a really fun series with a lot of tension. It's not high drama and there really isn't any depth beyond the central storyline. (Shakespeare this ain't.) But who cares? This is escapist entertainment at its most basic.

I give this one a thumbs up!

I'm reading it on One Manga. Midori no Hibi