天下制覇

I hope you know a good otologist.

Impressions:

I want you to try something for me. Find a couple of pencils and sharpen them to a point. Then, insert them into your ears. Still with me? Now pump them in and out until you can no longer hear anything anymore. There, I have now saved you the trouble of watching Myself; Yourself and you’ve had the same experience as me. Slice of life is really not my thing, and when you throw in a character who talks like Potemayo’s Nene on crack, it invokes a primal rage within my soul to go out and hunt down a kitten and beat it lifeless.

Aside from the immensely irritating Aoi (and that is a HUUUUUGE aside), there was very little to maintain my interest in what was going on. Kid left town as a kid, is coming back, has fond memories of a girl that played violin who slaps him his first day of class. There was pretty much zero humor in the episode and very few things to look at or pay attention to when I tried to shut my ears to block out Aoi’s piercing nasally whine. The most interesting and exciting part of the episode was the OP, which strangely featured all of them rocking out with guitars. If there was any such rocking out in the episode, it totally passed me by unawares.

In short, the only thing that kept me awake and paying attention (broadly speaking) was the blood rage that Aoi’s voice woke within me. I think I’m still seeing red even this long after I turned it off. I have no doubt that doofus will spend half the series trying to figure out how he wronged violin girl and then the next half wooing her back and then winning her over and I honestly could really not care less. Maybe if the show didn’t make me want to hurt other living beings, I could form a more cogent opinion of it, but you take the blinding intensive rage with all the rest that the show has to offer, which really doesn’t amount to too much substantial.

No summaries for the first episodes. I write as I watch, and I don’t know if I’ll care about a show until after the first episode.

Myself; Yourself OP