Space Dandy kicked me in the nuts.

It’s such an amazing show. I love the variety of art styles that are on display, and the beautiful, wild swings they take with animation. The episodes are punchy nonsense and are hilarious. The tone shifts wildly. If I talk about sour music, then I can call this a sour show.

It’s fantastic to watch while high on a much stronger CBD gummy than I anticipated.

Or so I thought. I might have to go back and watch a very specific episode while high on a much stronger CBD gummy than I anticipated to see if I can yank out some catharsis.

Specifically, the first half of the episode “The Lonely Pooch Planet, Baby.”

The show goes off the rails as it usually does from there, but holy shit I was weeping. I’m tearing up just remembering it and writing this out.

I’m not religious or particularly spiritual. My existential disposition is pretty solid, both from a needs standpoint and a resilience standpoint, but nothing presses my buttons like personal connection across space and time.

For a show about a main character who is a stupid sleazy jackass getting into hijinx so he can go to his favorite breasaurant “BooBies”, it provided a properly solemn and touching gut punch that would have gotten me even if it were not a surprise.

Part of the magic of the show was the way it steamrolls right past it into stupid jackassery again.

Watch Space Dandy if you can. It’s not for everyone, and you’ll know by the standard two or three episodes, but hot damn is it good.