huffing the vapors from the feathers of the angel of death

Sharon kindly donated her old Noir VHSes, so Mom and I watched the first two last night.

Watching anime with Mom is like going to the movies with Meatwad: "Is this a cartoon?" "Is she going to kill her?" "Are they bad guys?" "Is that the same girl from before?" "This is called what now?" "Did she kill them?" "Is he dead?" "What's her name again?" "What happened to that guy from before?"

Fortunately Noir has lots and lots of pauses.

Me, I'm wondering why Mirielle uses a mousepad when her desk is a GIANT FELT-COVERED POOL TABLE.