By the time you see this, dear reader, the three of us will be waiting in line to pick up our Otakon badges (albeit perhaps at different places in said line). Yay? And, hopefully, the presentation we’re meant to deliver on Friday should mostly be done by then. Hopefully.
Perhaps you’re in that line, too, even as you read this. In that case, I invite you to seek us out and bequeath your comments upon us in person.
Miyafuji/Perrine, amirite?
Which is to say, welcome to another installment of our most self-sacrificing of team features! This episode was kind of boring, I think. But fear not — such things have never stopped us before. And, anyway, if the next episode preview is to be believed, great things await us just ahead. We need only reach them.
And so it continues.
We heft the cross of Strike Witches — a cross so weighty with teenage undergarments that even Zac Bertschy hasn’t energy enough to lambaste it thoroughly — yet again. But this time, we’ll have the aid of the stalwart OGT, who, being a sound strategist, seeks refuge in numbers.
Below, you’ll find my comments indicated by the red ani (兄) kanji, Otouto’s by the blue oto (弟), and OGT’s by — what else? — the green kame-o (かめ王).
It all comes down to this. Until the second season, anyway, at which point we may tear off our pants and dive right back in to this endless source of guilt that is a franchise. I suppose we’ll spare you the details of that tearing off of pants thing. For now.
(Pontifus = white; Otouto-kun = blue.)
It appears as though the last two episodes will have posts of their own, as, even after cutting all most of the irrelevant and/or offensive rambling, the final two episodic transcriptions ended up among the longest. But that’s alright. Any excuse for more blog content is a good excuse. Right?
The comments this time are a mixed bag. Though perhaps this means they’re no different from those that have come before. At any rate, I’ll let you take the measure of them for yourself, and (conveniently for me, who has had to come up with introductions to eight posts now) spare you a long-winded preface.
(Pontifus = white; Otouto-kun = blue.)
Once more into the pantsless thing. Having burned ourselves out on episode eight, or something, we seem to have had less to say this time. And not much of that has any intellectual value at all. But, what the hell; this is Strike Witches. You’re not here to watch us position this show in a postmodern, postcolonial context (something the show more or less does to itself anyway). I’m guessing you’re here to watch us react to a fictional global culture whose women don’t wear pants. And react we shall. On with the reacting!
(Pontifus = white; Otouto-kun = blue.)
Apologies for the delayed final few Strike Witches posts. It’s the end of the spring break now, which means it’s time for me to stop doing mostly nothing and start finish the schoolwork I’ve been putting off. Which, in turn, means I don’t really have time to sit down and hammer out the rest of the transcriptions right now — but I can, at least, present to you this curious example of contemporary anime art at work.
Somehow our pontifications on Strike Witches 8 flowed like wine in the streets, and, as such, that curious eighth installment, like the first, has earned a post of its own. If only we had a neat explanation for how and why that happened. But Strike Witches isn’t about neat explanations, is it?
(Pontifus = white; Otouto-kun = blue.)
The war against the Neuroi intensified. Underwear was stolen and returned. And my brother and I made a slight miscalculation in our viewing of the seventh episode that resulted in the violent end of our innocence.
We are no longer fit for marriage.
(Pontifus = white; Otouto-kun = blue.)
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