Stick a fork in her...

...she's done.

That's both the most hilarious, and the most absolutely tragic thing to say right now at the end of "Noir". Last year, I probably couldn't even have broached the possiblity that there was anyting humourous to be found in this last disc. Most especially with regards to the fate of one of the doomed characters.

I still cringe a little at the thought. But whenever I see a fork or a knife involved in any sort of context, it's the first thing I think of. If I need to grab a fork for a salad at lunch, I'll turn it around with my fingers a few times and think of that very scene... It's a part of me now and I'll never escape it.

Like I mentioned in my last post, I have to leave this series alone for a while. At the very least, I have to stop trying to think that if I wait until I have a long weekend to spare where I can drink a lot and pummel myself with it's melodramatic ingredients, that I can maintain an approximation of a healthy relationship with the show as a whole. Because I obviously can't. What addictive personality I have is totally owned by "Noir". Better than crack or meth, I suppose, but I'm still rather debilitated by the obsession this show garners in me.

I'm having a bit of a crisis where I think I should be acting my age. Whatever that is. But the problem with having an advanced birthday like I just did, is that sort of intospection is unavoidable. Unfortunately, it's an expensive bit of exploration, and until I can fin dubs tha tI trust, I've still very much stick with this sort of fantasy realm.

Which is why I guess "Mirror Mask" appeals to me so much.

At any rate, I'm through another pass of "Noir", and I've managed to keep the soundtrack simple enough for those whe've joined the game a little late.