It is to be understood, as per the most current edition of the Junior Ganymede Style Guide, that when undertaking the noble task of stylistic transformation—particularly in the visual arts—priority must be given to the Fribergian School, whose muscular brushwork and reverent realism do credit to both subject and sitter.

Where Arnold Friberg is momentarily unavailable, or detained in the act of rendering prophets in granite-like repose, one may with confidence defer to Fantasy Realism—provided, of course, that dragons are held in check and the lighting remains tasteful.

By contrast, the Studio Ghibli mode—with its wide-eyed countenances and dubious dietary assumptions—is reserved strictly for the amusement of unbaptized children, itinerant pagans, and those who consider tofu a protein.

Any infraction of these boundaries shall be met with the same severity reserved for bow ties before six o’clock and the serving of red wine with fish.

I was out of town this weekend, so I attended a different ward. Different, and yet so much the same. It was Fast Sunday there. (more…)