Journal (Leave the story where it ended)

I promised myself that I would write something in this journal every day. That’s why I call it a journal and not a diary. But yesterday I got so into the anime series that I couldn’t stop watching it until I watched the entire first season. It’s called Horimiya. I’ve seen it at least three times this past winter, when I had a period of fascination with the anime genre and watched nothing but anime for about six months. I have to admit, I like it just as much as I did when I first saw it.

Later, in the evening

So, I finished watching the second season, which is new, and I’m disappointed. Not that it was bad, but I expected something different—a continuation or something along this line. Instead, it was like watching footnotes to the first season or miscellaneous. I think sometimes it’s better to leave a story where it originally ended rather than try to squeeze some extra cash out of it with artificial prolongations.

The lost caress of dosh

Practicality aside, there is a certain beauty to the old imperial coinage.
All those sovereigns and crowns and their halves, guineas, shillings,
and farthings—not to mention bobs, coppers, or tanners—are pure poetry
marked with the royal physiognomy. And while I appreciate the ease
of counting money after decimalisation, I still have a feeling something was lost
in the process—even more so once a quid became nothing but a virtual row
of zeros and ones spent with one careless swipe of a piece of plastic.