In which I post about animu, so you can ignore it
I stopped watching Bleach a long time ago -- I just got bored -- so I missed out on the whole Tite Kubo Trolled My Fandom bit as apparently Bleach got worse and worse.
My dear brave husband has been hanging on, though, and reading the manga, so he keeps me updated on the hilarious train wreck that Bleach has become. This morning he emails me a sigh. When I ask he answers thusly:
I'm sighing because I read this week's Bleach. It's like watching the Titanic sink now. Like watching the ship of dreams fall apart as it is swallowed into the briny deep.
Last week, after effectively beating every single good guy ever introduced in Bleach, the Big Bad approaches Tatsuki, who is paralyzed with fear. We see a foot come down behind her and a fireball hit the Big Bad in the face. All we see is the shadow of her would-be rescuer telling her to run as we are left wondering: who is this mysterious savior, the last one still standing, here to save the day?
This week, we are treated to a utterly epic confrontation between Aizen . . . and Don Kanonji.
I hate this series.