Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

I fucking love this movie called All About Lily Chou-Chou.

Anyway, the best way to describe this film is...shit, I don't know. It's about a bunch of very sad kids and their weird hero worship of a singer named Lily Chou-Chou (whose music is performed by the incredible Japanese performer Salyu). There's emo. And horrible things. And kids. And beautiful music. And beautiful terrible things. And...it's just incredible.

I've known a lot of people who have watched it once and declared that they'll never watch it again, including Lovely Wife Sara. I encourage you to give it a go. And don't do it in the 17-part version on YouTube. This movie needs to be watched like you watch a movie, without flashing banner ads, and without having to move to the next part 16 times.

Here's the opening to the film:


And here's a video for possibly my favorite song from the movie:


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Gonna be at a lake Saturday through Monday--but it'll probably be raining most of the time--and I think The Interwebs are slow there, but it'll give me time to draw more heroes and write more for you.

I will drown you in content next week.
You'll get a post or two more before I vanish into the ether.

Also, if I can get caught up on Every Damn Thing in my life, I'll get back to people on their e-mails, stories, et cetera. But as you know, I'm so freaking busy and so freaking forgetful that I'm terrible at communication stuff. Maybe without regular internet access, I'll actually catch up on some e-mails and leave the resonses sitting in the outbox until I plug into the tubes again.

Right, extra sorries to jimmahgee and spasmsproject.

Yeah. I suck.