These final days of summer, so bittersweet. Not three weeks remain before I, Atobe, need return to America to begin my third year at Assumption College in Worcester, in the state of Massachusetts. Though I anticipate those frigid regions will do little good to my temperate physiology, my veritable American cousin Crusader reports the New England summer to have been humid almost unexceptionally and sweltering as often as not. For me this would be optimal tennis weather—wears down an opponent faster—the hot air has merely incentivized his typical reading and anime watching passtimes. While he reported little on the literary front, he did report one surprising accomplishment: finishing all 200 episodes of Sailor Moon, plus three movies and several specials.

That brings back memories! For I, Atobe, was but a middling chibi when that fine series swept the airwaves and, mostly for my female peers, redefined the magical girl genre of anime. Truth be told I, Atobe, watched much of the series myself but when it got into the fifth season no, that was enough. And yet, my American kōhai very greatly adored that ignominious season. Partly for a certain character I will note later, but more importantly for the sake of a featured band. Three of the sailor soldiers introduced in the new series live their ordinary lives as the members of a boy band called Three Lights. I, Atobe, may thankfully say I have never been into boys bands, but upon Leslie's insistence I admit their hit single, "Search For Your Love", was pretty good. Alright, make that addicting. In the series, all the main sailor soldiers are Beatles in love with the Three Lights, even studious and usually tempered Ami Mizuno, Leslie's favorite and mine as well. This, even though the boys, when they transform into sailor soldiers, become female—a very Northamptonish transformation, as I reminded my friend.

Otherwise, the fifth witnessed the completion of the long series's colorful cast. Aside from the aforementioned aqua pedant, here shown to advantage against a marblized backdrop, there are also the—sniffle!—utterly adorable Chibiusa, right, and Chibi Chibi, left, here illustrated beside Usagi, the protagonist (as I, Atobe, hope you all remember from your happy childhoods) and Chibiusa's future mother. Manga. As an art, it certainly has moments where it ascends to the heights of Heaven.

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America, reports Crusader88, is being set aright. At the close of last night's program, Glenn Beck promised he would devote this upcoming Founders Friday to President Calvin Coolidge, the onetime Northampton mayor—it was a better time—whom Leslie adores. Be sure to watch, either at 5PM or, if you're like him, at 2AM—and that includes all the progressivist cretins who expend their time denouncing the good American Mr. Beck. Even I, Atobe, am not eminently familiar with this reportedly Silent Cal, so I will tune in as well. Leslie would have blogged this himself, but he is busy with an over-the-summer paper, and could not be bothered.

Be awed at the sight of my prowess!