And I don’t mean Bottoms versus Boobs, which is an on-going argument that is foundational to Space Dandy. I’ve been watching Space Dandy for pure amusement and generally don’t expect much more than a few giggles, if even. Somewhere between the first episode and the second, I learned not to expect any sort of continuing storyline, which has proven to be amusingly useful since each episode seems to leave our main character and his companions in various precarious predicaments.
However, that isn’t to say that Space Dandy has no value other than simple entertainment; thanks to the show, I’ve decided that, while others are stocking up on water and weapons in preparation for the Zombie Apocalypse, I’ll be buying out the world’s supply of yogurt. As it’s unlikely that I’ll outrun something that doesn’t tire, and whose hunger for living flesh is never satiated, I may as well prepare myself for a happy existence of eternal fermentation.