Anime has never really been my thing, really. I caught on to it a little late, so when people on the Internet were extolling the virtues of finally being able to see animated porn and violence on a screen(and something about complex plots), I was watching Dragonball Z(thinking it was the silliest damn thing in the world) and Neon Genesis Evangelion, which led me into "WTF!??" mode.

Anime has reclaimed me a little bit though. I like most things Miyazaki, I think most anime leaning towards fantasy tosses out awesome character designs, and there have been a few series that I didn't regret watching - but for the most part, I spend most of my time avoiding anything involving weird fantasy situations, schoolgirls with short skirts and anything involving object retrieval for episodes on end(i.e: dragonballs, Pokemon).

This is why when John Booty sent me Volume 1 of Princess Tutu in the mail, I dawdled around a little before watching it. Given, I also had lots of crap to get done and was procrastinating a bit - but truth be told, I didn't expect too much from it. But I did watch it. AND THAT'S WHEN MY LIFE CHANGED. Given, I didn't get the puppy I'd always wanted, my boyfriend did not buy me lots of candy and my mother did not call me to say that she didn't care what I did with my life, as long as I was happy. But the warm fuzzy feelings I would have gotten if they had happened are pretty close to the warm fuzzy feelings that Princess Tutu inspired in me. I'm a bit of a sucker for cute things, and Princess Tutu definitely fulfills that inner need.