Watching Whisper of the Heart (yes, again!) and damn! Seiji teasing Shizuku about her large bento and then mock-singing her song once again makes me laugh as I remember how Larry E. used to do the same damn thing to me in the 6th grade. He happened to hear me at the piano one day (playing the one song I knew) and the rest of the year he taunted me by singing it every time he saw me. He was so cute, with the bluest eyes ever, but I HATED HIM. I actually had a mad crush on his older brother at the time, alas. All the E. brothers were handsome devils.
*loves Ghibli for all the strong memories their movies evoke*
*loves Ghibli for all the strong memories their movies evoke*
Re: the recent kerfluffle on LJ - I can't say anything that hasn't already been said. It's disappointing and unsettling and worrisome, but it's like with anything else. Ninety years ago when my grandparents crossed from Mexico into Texas, there was no border guard stopping them. Whatever laws were in place at the time were not enforced and/or lax at best. Now, good luck trying to cross unmolested. The sheer number of people caught and sent back across the border may surprise you. Nothing stays free forever. It's a crappy thing to say and I don't agree with all of this (esp. the witchhunt style Six Apart is adopting) but other than writing a letter expressing my displeasure and possibly taking my business elsewhere, I feel rather powerless.