Owen and I were having a heated discussion following my reading of and commenting on his latest post—one about the unforgivably terrible TV series “Lucky‚òÜStar.” Eventually, the conversation degenerated into this:

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5:50:54 PM lolikitsune: [...] different strokes for different folks
5:50:54 PM Owen S: yeah
5:50:58 PM lolikitsune: for example you like lucky star
5:50:59 PM lolikitsune: i don’t ;)
5:51:08 PM Owen S: you wrote that you did
5:51:10 PM Owen S: I checked the archives
5:51:11 PM lolikitsune: ?!
5:51:12 PM Owen S: you fucking liar
5:51:16 PM lolikitsune: that was SARCASM
5:51:19 PM lolikitsune: you fucking DIPSHIT
5:51:21 PM Owen S: under your rake-star category
5:51:26 PM Owen S: FUCK YOU YOU TSUNDERE LIAR
5:51:29 PM Owen S: FUCK YOU
5:51:31 PM lolikitsune: are you ever going to pass Reading Comprehension?!
5:51:33 PM Owen S: YOU SAID YOU LIKED EPISODE 11
5:51:35 PM Owen S: SERIOUSLY, TOO
5:51:43 PM Owen S: IT WAS A MAJIME NA LOLIKIT THING TOO
5:51:44 PM Owen S: FUCK YOU
5:51:45 PM Owen S: FUCK
5:51:46 PM Owen S: YOU

I checked my archives like Owen suggested, and lo and behold: there it was!

Lucky Star 11—alright. Alright. I’m sorry. There it is. I’m admitting my mistake, just as predicted by the comment-leavers on my first Lucky Star post. Yes, I enjoy the show. I skip the OP every time and enjoy the jokes, and the dad is awesome. Kona’s dad that is. And yeah, I mean it. He’s awesome. It’s always the dads—Bleach, Shuffle!, Tsubasa Chronicle, Romeo x Juliet… it’s always the dads.

It makes sense that this went unnoticed and that I managed to keep up my Lucky Star hating thing. At the time I made this post, 100% of my fans thought this blog was dead. I was on hiatus on ANO and I wasn’t active in IRC. I had previously declared my intention to leave the aniblogosphere. Except that… wait… is that some Owen in the comments? It is!

Alright. *

I can admit my mistakes.

I can accept that the gig’s up.

Yeah, I liked Lucky Star. No, I won’t concede on the points made in my landmark Lucky Star post. They still stand. Just, Lucky Star turned out to be enjoyable. The comedy was decent and the slice of life aspect—while I won’t agree 100% with Owen on the count—was present and pleasant. Kyoto Animation is still a gaggle of prostitutes, Ayu is still an impossibility, Haruhi is still total shit. And I won’t apologize.

Lucky Star was enjoyable. For Minoru and his Lucky Channel. For Minoru and his ED song and dance routines. For the non-self-referential parodies that were funny. For the little tidbits that made me smile.

* That’s not fucking alright!!!

Owen, you adorable fuck, you played me. You took me like some kind of passive object and stuck your prodding devices into my beproddation sockets. You knew all along… you knew all along that I liked Lucky Star. And yet you refer to arguments of mine—that I probably didn’t make! And yet you refer to the critic me—who probably doesn’t exist! You fooled me, and you fooled me well. Somehow, reinforced by your insistence that I was wrong about Lucky Star, my absent-minded trolling metamorphosed into a conviction that I loathed Lucky Star, that you knew I loathed it, that I loathed it, that you knew that, that I sucked at defending my points, that I hated Lucky Star and that maybe that was because I say the same thing over and over again with decreasing levels of coherences?!

Look.

The point is: don’t do that shit.

Don’t fuck with me. I’ll fuck you back and you’ll learn to fear it. I’m not even legal yet, you know. I’ll make you the perpetrator. I’ll make you suffer. I’ll tarnish your family name for generations. Just. Just remember that. I know I’m kind of slow sometimes… okay, maybe extremely slow… but that does not give you an okay to screw with me! I internalize stuff easily, you know!!

Anyway.

You win. You fucking win, okay? Just. Just leave me alone. T_T

I have always loved Suzumiya Haruhi.

There are no words for her beauty, both of mind and body. As such, I do not have any.

I may look like a normal guy, but actually, I like Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu.