huffing the vapors from the feathers of the angel of death

[phosfate]

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.

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[seishia.livejournal.com]

Watching anime with Mom is like going to the movies with Meatwad

This is exactly why I don't watch new movies with my mom. She does the same thing. Drives me up the wall!
"If you'll just be quiet and *watch* the movie most of your questions will be answered!!"
And heaven help you if she has control of the remote... you'll be watching the same small insignificant scene over and over again just to hear some mumbled dialogue.

... I love my mom, she's crazy ^__^

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

This is a 2nd-generation copy with tiny tiny subtitles, so she's got an excuse. This time. She doesn't do it at the movies so much, but she doesn't always wear her glasses, and sometimes she sees an entirely different film from what I saw. "That was sweet when that little ghost girl came back to life at the end and hugged Harry." "Um...What?"

According to my Mom, there's something horribly, horribly wrong with all the remotes. ^_^