Straightway cross the field and to my heart's desire
Since the equinox occurred around a quarter after three in my part of the world, I spent the first day of autumn with
rushthatspeaks. We got dinner from Mamaleh's and he showed me an episode of One Piece (1999–) chosen to illustrate the show's worldbuilding and capacity for simultaneous comedy, numinous, and WTF. Before and after that we mostly lay around on the couch and occasionally Rafe, the elder of the two cats, tried to eat my head. Rush sent me a lovely conversation about the care and feeding of skeletons. It was a good start to the season.
This turkey made an elegant harbinger, too.

This turkey made an elegant harbinger, too.


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Speaking from one episode's experience, the art switches disorientingly between a more or less normal animation style for its era of anime and sudden cartoonish grotesquerie which seems tied to comedy and/or emotionally high keys, but I acclimated to it with surprising rapidity. I've been informed the art style is also capable of extraordinarily weird and beautiful things, which I would believe. The plot as it is being told to me is brilliantly intricate and compelling while looking surface-level like a goofy-violent picaresque.
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