Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Merr-Wii Christmas and Yuri Holidays to all!

Ah, so the year comes to a close. And just like a last-minute shopper dashing to the mall, I come here to make a final post. It's been a year of international headlines- not only did Iraq not have any weapons of mass destruction, they didn't have any yuri either. Bummer.

On a more local and personal level, I picked up lots of anime, most of which I haven't watched. I'm going to put that on my New Year's Resolution List -right between the "blog more" and "have painful dental work done" resolutions. We'll see which one of those comes true!

Those who found my site despite my apparent neglect made these three AMV's tops for the month of November: Protect Me took the number one spot (I'm sure Kurau would be proud.) Swept Away floated into second place, and the "We like Shiori " club must have convened and that's why Beautifully Broken came in third.

Okay, so I made yet another Marimite AMV. But officer, I couldn't help it! I was mugged by the OVA! And even though I didn't like the overall animation as much (I kept having flashbacks to the Stick Figure Theatre from MTV), it did redeem itself by the sheer amount of Yumi and Sachiko airtime. I'd had the song on tap for a while, wanting to make an AMV with it, and I hope you're not too overwhelmed with Marimititis to enjoy it!

On a non-yuri note, I must confess, I love my new Wii system and have spent time that I shouldn't be spending, playing on the darn thing. Daily. Relentlessly. Obsessively. I think you get the picture. And Dr. Phil gave these addicting things away to people- it was like passing out crack to his audience! They will be so busy playing, they will never watch his show again! DUUUH!

I think we could just end all wars by dropping Wii's and extension cords into the areas of unrest- within twenty minutes, Wii-motes will be flying about, knocking out terrorists left and right!

Back to yuri, as I feel I will not be getting a call to join the Chief of Staff at the White House... I promised a little Noir Christmas ditty. Since I lured you in and don't want to be sued for some "bait and switch" tactic, here it is:

Twas the Noir before Christmas, and all through the flat

Were scattered shell casings and Santa out on a mat

Boots and stockings were slung all over a chair

But poor Saint Nick seemed to be fighting for air

The smell of gunsmoke wafted over the bed

While Mireille sat there, shaking her head

Kirika in her sweatshirt, Mireille with a cap

Mireille looked at Santa and muttered “Oh crap.”

Happy Holidays and may your stockings (and underwear) be stuffed with yuri!