Better late than never, no?

Pop goes the watchlist?

Both of these shows barely made the cut during Premiere Week, and they remained on my bubble after their second episode. This doesn’t usually bode well, and yet… well, I suppose there’s a reason we call it the “Three Episode Rule” and not the “Two Episode Rule,” after all. When all was said and done, one show jumped up my interest list while the other continued to hover in an uncertain gray area. Which is which, and how do we proceed from here? Your answers and more beneath the jump.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of LN adaptations, I shall fear no mediocrity, for Watanabe Shinichirou is still making anime.

Let’s hear it for the boys ♪ —Well, some of them, anyway…

I decided to blog these shows together before I’d actually watched the third episodes, because I figured I could come on here and write a pair of shiny reviews about two male-led series with great humor and likable characters, but… well, things got more than a little unpleasant over on the Love Stage this week, so make that one shiny review and one review with a lot of upset tarnish all over its edges. Ravings and rantings below the jump.
Sometimes you don’t have to do anything new as long as you’re doing it well.

I don’t have a ton to say about either of these shows (although most of what I do have to say is positive), so it made sense to roll them into a digest. Hit the jump to spend some time with our lady-led Monday series.
“Easy like Sunday morning,” my ass.

In addition to our many new shows, I’ve also got my sports show carryovers to watch (Baby Steps and Haikyuu!!), plus Sundays are usually my translation days, to say nothing of the cleaning and grocery shopping and annoying Adult Stuff I should be doing, so… Yeah, there’s a lot happening. You’ll have to forgive me if I cluster these, but sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures. And so…
Saying that Argevollen and Aldnoah.Zero are both mecha anime is a little like saying Anheuser-Busch and Ommegang are both breweries. I mean, you’re not wrong, but…

“High schoolers who can see the future” sounds like the recipe for a melodramatic disaster, but so far Glasslip is handling itself with sensitivity and grace – and slowly winning me over as it does.

Calling a show “competent” is really damning it with faint praise, but if the combat boot fits…
