I started my online life as Yukitouya. By which I mean, that was one of my first ever email addresses back in the late 90s. The name is a combination of Yukito + Touya (often also Romanized at Toya, but I used the “u”). Yukito and Touya are characters in Cardcaptor Sakura by CLAMP and probably remain one of my favorite all-time couples. In fact, it only just now occurred to me that their love triangle may have subconsciously influenced the Cee/Marcus/Diodoric triangle in Changers.
I don’t still have the Yukitouya email address; the site it was on folded ages ago. And honestly, I hadn’t thought about Yukito and Touya in years either. But when Cardcaptor Sakura recently returned, well, I began to fall in love all over again. I’ve been showing the first series to my kids and eagerly watching Clear Card each week on Crunchyroll. And now I’ve had “Groovy” (as heard in the video above) stuck in my head for days. But it IS a catchy little number, and one can’t help but be a little buoyed by it, so I won’t complain.
On my walk this morning, a massive red-tailed hawk swooped down right in front of me, flew along a head of me for a bit, then finally went to land on a nearby rock. (“Nearby” being relative.) Gorgeous bird, and I always take these things as a sign. A good one, I hope!
1. “Belief” by Gavin DeGraw
2. “All That You Can Stand” by Little Feat (my favorite Little Feat song; it speaks to my experience)
3. “Carefree” by The Refreshments
4. “A Matter of Trust” by Billy Joel
5. “I Don’t Need Another Thrill” by Roger Clyne & the Peacemakers
6. “It’s About You” by Train
7. “A Pirate Looks at Forty” by Jimmy Buffett
8. “Lady I Can’t Explain” by Jimmy Buffett
9. “Last Chance” by Maroon 5
Normally I post this kind of thing over on spooklights. But then again, I’m really not going to review this video. What can be said about it? Except: why do they have a desk/table with a bunch of junk in a crate, all covered with a tarp? I mean, really?
It’s a catchy, dumb, bubble gum kind of song, which means the video is the kind of thing that makes my six-year-old son laugh like a maniac. Though he’s at least kind-hearted enough to worry about Paul once the drums catch fire. (“Is he dead?” my son asked. I assured him Paul would be fine and the band would be touring—intact—soon.)