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суровая реальность лажает с незавидным постоянством. суровая реальность приглашается пройти лесом на запад. ~ интертекстуальность и словоложество... вот подумываю я все-таки выписать одну историю по мотивам Кэй, у которой Рауль де Шаньи на Призрака Оперы ходил с кувалдой (sic!), и чтобы Сильм не вспомнился весьма некстати! я же теперь обе книги не смогу читать с лица серьезным выраженьем. (хотя Кэй читать вполне серьезно - не любить себя, а Сильм - одно пространное и емкое выражение...) ~ "Голос Сарумана" (ну вот зачем я помянула Эрика-Призрака, да к ночи...). Саруман, поющий Гэндальфу об общем благе. вся глава вообще вызывает (тихий) писк восторга, но на этой фразе меня крепко переклинило #-) common good, eh? ...и будущий Король, скромно стоящий рядом и разве что не пишущий конспект. awww! ~ and because I am a brat, I probably will go see P.S.: I Love You tomorrow tonight, if I don't drop dead from lack of sleep & surplus of ennui. Tags: jrrt, lotr, ph, бред
mood:  amused
sound: Trou Macacq - Squirrel Nut Zippers
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have seen multiple Phantom of the Opera, both of 1989 and 1998. am... in a weird way impressed. * sort of OT: how, pray, can people condemn fanfiction and support certain many film adaptations at the same time? 0_o * I'm afraid I will never understand Dario Argento [nor like Asia Argento], but he was onto something there [nowhere close to Leroux, to be sure], and I really, really liked rats. for the sense of security/family and lack of introspective hysteria, thank you very much! * something Lovecraftian even! those caverns! * um, blood. and mindfuck. someone's tripping us, precious. * and again, if certain characters moved about less and kept silent... * that teeth-n-tongue thing, IMHO, depends on how much, nay, how well the Phantom sucked... oh. give me bad ideas not, pls. * Englund, now... wtf? I have seen the film for the very first time today, yet I seem to have known that particular twist of the story [down to the devil's exact words etc.] all along. how..? * more blood and another character looking better with blood all over his face and timefuck. seriously, gentlemen... * and shoot me, but I love the very ending of that one. past the silly girl unable to properly dispose of a sheaf of paper & a floppy disk, past each and every wth... that melody returning, haunting, walking beautiful and free. forever. in conclusion, poor Erik. poor, poor Erik. masked so well that the truth forever escapes the filmmakers of the world? Tags: ph
mood:  calm
sound: Enya - Clannad - I Will Find You
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Javert. pray consider. anyone comes to mind? right. then there is this book... of which I have first read a Russian translation. and in the book there is a very unsavory character, Russian transcription of whose name seemed rather odd. so what. but then it began to ring tiny teeny bells, and I thought, well, hell, we're talking about France, so how would it look & sound originally? right. right. thanks to the [almost] classical education, circumstances be damned, that turn in the book now first makes me laugh out loud. it's a truly tragic piece of the story, tragic and terrible, but this thing with names makes for a BAD & WRONG first impression! can't help it! ~ now I wonders [1] why the author decided to use that name to begin with, and [2] why did the Russian lady translate it so? she did to the would've-been-French J the same thing that's traditionally done to the sound in Julius, January, Jacob & similar in my dear Russian language. I'd love to know what was behind that decision. did the name ring a bell that sounded wrong to the translator also? was it another Roman/Romany confusion? what was it? arrr, the adventures in reading #-) Tags: ph
mood: amused
sound: Modest Mouse - Satin in a Coffin
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I has 4 days off, which is great. 3 of them are official holidays/Sabbath, which is argh [no public transportation etc.]. ah, balance. ~ phandom, though. fwee. thou art full of surprises and revelations. turns out something based on exactly the same ideas I have come to have regarding canon, this something still can be written so as to make me not excited. like one of my favourite Russian movie quotes goes, "Yes, yes, but... no." a-mazing '-) what is exciting, considering the very compact & succint source, is the number & diversity of experimental plot ideas springing up. I have 4 viable, and the most realistic/rational of them has to do with [of course] slash and generous helpings of mindfuck. ah, you. Tags: ph
mood: calm
sound: Evanescence - Whisper
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so... after much trial & error we got that book after all, for about $11, if memory serves right. gods willing, I'll read it come September [and then certain things will forever be imprinted on smoky blue and pale gold, horrible and beautiful and, exactly as I had once written, that treacle-thick & just a touch rotten sweet]. now it lies in a pile with stuff on which my dear friend's cat even refuses to puke. the ultimate contempt '-) I'm curious like the proverbial cat, and most selfishly academically interested: I may [dis]like the book all I want, but if the amount of research that went into it is as great as reported, I want to see that. I wants to know how far-fetched some of my weirder ideas truly are. and in absence of a decent library here I'll have to make do with others' books #-( stands to show how one can be quite bright and very, very stupid at the same time... ~ ah, but Mother dear surprised me pleasantly: she loved The Fifth Elephant [well, what's not to love?], and she was positively astounded by His Diplomatic Grace Mr Vimes. "I knew he was cool, but I have never thought he was SO..!" so what exactly she won't say, but, well, finally #-) even in translation he shines #-) Tags: dw, ph
mood:  content
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it looks like I'll start learning Java & Co with Bryce in late August. wanted to take the course after that one, but of course because of all the holidays it won't start till November and will end exactly by the end of DWCon 2008. so you see where my priorities lie. any way, tomorrow I sign in. la. ~ dreams are uncertain, and it's too hot to write or draw. but typing stuff down helps to while away time. 8 pages in small font. about 1/5 of it semiconsensual mindfuck. my work is that boring. as long as it does not get, like, serious, for real writing, that 1/5 is good. blast. not having a name to refer to sucks. speaking of, Mother is reading The Fifth Elephant and likes it. well #-) and in case it counts as a spoiler for somebody, the point is ( here. )and then dear Russians went & translated another wolf name-tag with all brutal and beautiful laconic expressiveness of their mother tongue. ♥ ~ regarding HP7, I'd love to see ( this. )Tags: dw, ph
mood:  cranky
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of classic literary delight, research thorough, plot solid, characters live and drama in the best sense of the word, I give you Fraternité by Gondolier. of mystery, and art, and crime, and wit, and number of chapters = meaning of life. but most of all, of many faces of love. never a smooth ride, to be certain, but a travel irresistible. do enjoy. Tags: ph, recs
mood: calm
sound: Timur Shaov - Rat Catcher
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how much does being unable to copy the up-to-date version of a file to work on suck? a lot. am lame & do not even have my recent notes to consult. figures. more with the suck is the ever elusive Kay. it's the third time, but is it the charm?! [I know, I know, but even if I'm gonna bitch about it, I'd love to bitch on a solid basis, ergo I need to read the blasted book, yet $20+ is outright offensive, esp. considering how much the original, which I loved, cost me... half my kingdom for a decent library?! an indecent one? anyone?] ( *grumble* )~ flashback: has anyone else here ever seen The Day They Robbed the Bank of England? the one in which Peter O'Toole plays a guard officer, prowls the Bank's vaults and speaks of... rats? knowledge & good memory, at times, are not one's friends... #-) ~ more on bloodsuckers. later. when sunstroke wears off. Tags: ph
mood: cranky
sound: Wamdue Project - King Of My Castle
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tonight I have discovered that certain things I will not do, ever, even under influence of 2 types of alcohol. it was... comforting to know. (Dana, I owe you one for the Spanish accent tip #-) I was also dead right about explosions on film. a bang is always spectacular, and if it takes out a good portion of something you happen to dislike, the better. on the other hand, (2 types of alcohol + classic Romanian poetry)*intense visual stimulation = disaster yet another plot bunny. *facepalm* but it is actually feasible, as all elements & ingredients already are there. one stripped metaphor... ah. one more bottle of Bacardi Breezer, and I'll do it... ~ a bit of RL dialogue: mother: sorry, but your Leroux does nothing to me. me: my Leroux? o_O I got the book for myself in any case... ~ ...but classic Romanian poetry. surfacing in my drunk mind complete with several translations and most beautiful graphics, powerfully and bitterly speaking of human... and not. see, the story is old. and subtly terrible. terrific... sorry. over & out. Tags: ph
mood:  drunk
sound: Depeche Mode - Strange Love
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dear obsession, surprisingly, the first thing about you is, you make my heart smile. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ even as you break it. ~ there is Earthbound, for one, an eerie and ethereal tale that rings too true - and reminds me of two great songs... it is of angels I wish to talk to you.Tags: ph, recs
mood:  enthralled
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on this fine July evening I am considering addiction versus obsession. what has led to these musings is melting, red hot, all over under my skin. I can feel the heat shift, swirl about. I'm surprised I'm not bright red from head to toe, and I'm glad there's no one here with me. it would end in a mess... ...as is, am trying to balalnce possession and craving. how few material possessions we truly need, and how we crave something sublime & untouchable but by a kindred spirit, a companion heart. that said, obsession can be fatal to the person, but addiction is outright dangerous to those around. ah, degrees of self-destruction. that said, the concept of writing responsibly goes out of the window, because no one in their right mind could have predicted that line of thought, let alone fanfiction #-) (speaking of fanfiction: ain't it precious? I can basically disagree with or not be touched by a story, but one small perfect scene full of horror and wonder fills me with joy and melts my heart for the author... on the other hand, I cannot quite rec a small scene from the end of a long story, can I? and on the third hand, I feel very, incredibly lucky indeed to have it all to admire & disagree with #-) Tags: ph
mood:  cynical
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while I can't and won't rec a certain something until it's properly finished or at least picked up... ...I can and will rec this: His Hands (T) by The Scorpion. it's phanphic, dark, mad, morbid, beautiful, a perfect little piece finely composed. may leave you feeling queasy, faint, most wickedly amused, and fascinated either way... blame me afterwards, but do read. Tags: ph, recs
mood: impressed
sound: Open Folk - King Of Fairies
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am beyond help, it seems. wonder how many times my own mother regretted having had taught me to read at the age of 3. it's terrible! in a way it's like being always told to aspire for virtuous and nice and kind - and seeing what the world gets away with... ...I look inside and see creepy. not just weird, creepy. and beautiful in my book. then I read something written years ago... but not too long ago... something that echoes perfectly with the beautiful and the creepy. twisted every way, but what can be more exciting than two amazing minds trying to pick each other's locks? throw poetry in, and it becomes fun. besides, when it begins with mindfuck, it's so my thing... lost between lines and words, I'd paint you with feather-light strokes, white on white and black on black, ever stark, endless shades, delicate. I'd sketch you - pen and ink, my indian ink most likely - sharp and hard, rust-red gashes on paper, ripped, broken lines in languages spoken, dead, and sung. white on black I can do; if I could get away with red on black, I'd do that too... as is, it'd be either like blood traces, slick wet and invisible once dry but for those who know they are there, or done in markers with alcohol smell and golden sheen just as faint. *breaks down laughing out loud* what I certainly did not expect was to find a George Lucas icon amidst all the... things as un-Lucas as possible. there's proof of the world always being a stranger place than you think... oh, I can string words for ever, I can paint shapes and circles around you, never quite touching, and I'll still suck at practical sensibility, not to mention politics and business and the like. so I'll stick to the shapes of words... but when the words run dry? it's never truly silent, though... ~ there. people drink, smoke, sniff & shoot up stuff strong and dangerous to achieve a state easily brought on by some selected reading. we're YIMing softcore necrophilia. 's definitely time to go out & down #-) Tags: ph
mood:  high
sound: I'm not me, I'm not me, I'm not meee, for God's sake...
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( ahhahahahaha!!!!! )that is correct. wear turtlenecks and high collars, or else... '-) ~ in other news, it's still hot like hell, and John Bryce Training uses the same test, of course. so now I had time to answer questions I didn't get to last time because of all the Hebrew wording. mehh... in the English section there's even the classic one describing hardware power problems & steps necessary to solve them. it's like this: * a list of symptoms of power problems * a list of consecutive steps to attempt to solve the problem ** step 1: make sure the power's on - check the on/off switch; ... ** step the last: call technical support. [end list] commentary: if nothing listed above helps, call technical support. bash.org LIVES!! and I burned my tongue on their French Vanilla *pouts*. ~ clips from HP5: confound it all, but I do hear Dracula speaking. is it 30-40 centigrade having effect on my brain, is it time warp, or time loop, or what? I swear it wasn't so for HP3!.. ow. ow. ~ the not-so-amusing: writing 'behind the scenes' & choosing a point of view. on the one hand, it can spoil the mystery or a part of it, and if the mystery is one of the main story ingredients, should a writer attempt that? on the other hand, when originally the story is told from the point of view of person[s] biased & familiar with but a part of the whole, too many loopholes are left to seduce a fan... ...and on the third hand, thanks to all above, said fan has a very vague idea of how the hell certain minds work. *headdesk* ~ out to watch BSD Tags: meme, ph
mood: amused
sound: Gavin Friday & The Man Seezer - Each Man Kills The Thing He Loves
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Damn! why is it always like this with me, whyyyyy? I get an idea for what could be a perfect crack drabble, or a very short story [flopsy?], done quick & right... and then I start thinking. *headdesk* curse you, canon, for having 2 equally appealing yet so very different versions! which one to follow when both are awesome? if I mix the two, what to leave out? lucky PTerry has got the multiverse to fall back on... etc., etc. and all that for a few - at best - pages of text. *headdesk* 2[side note: how can anyone possibly dislike Maskerade? if they didn't read a bad translation first, of course... I knows it is the matter of taste, but the more I learn about works that inspired the operatic side of it, the more I respects the book. plus, there are moments of the purest visceral thrill and beauty to die for. not 'a life less ordinary' poking through the mundane, no, just being brave or twisted enough to notice that side to a perfectly ordinary life...] still, does not hellp any with my own writing mess. [and then there is Master Tolkien with songs above waters deep, and I wonder what part of my mind is still mine.] Tags: ph, story
mood: cranky
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ah, what progress made! instead of a precious something I did not dare touch for days there is now a precious story idea I don't quite dare to write [yet]. it hit me at work, and... wow. this unmistakable undescribable feeling of a full-fledged idea arriving at top speed... I wonder if pro/more prolific writers ever get used to it, because the rush is mindblowing. even if it never gets written, that perfect moment as it comes..! *exhales slowly* the thing is, I've been suddenly reminded of my being a sci-fi girl after all. now I hold in me hands a complete skeleton of E.T., a gothic short story. shoot me. complete with, quite literally, space opera, floating heads aflame, animal magnetism & stuff. oh, and, of course, character death [which alone, of all things, is canon]. I wanna-wanna-wanna write it, I just don't wanna fuck it up [too badly]. shoot me. ~ speaking of not writing, there's this [thanx, Lew]. I'm, ah, dying to read the final collection... and I didn't write anything because deadlines & competition do freak me out, but mostly because my mind immediately made an U-turn and supplied a neat plot bunny about a youngster who somehow makes the Machine malfunction. *kicks mind* ~ somebody at work uploaded a Gavin Friday album. thank you, good man unknown, for this song here has eaten my braaaain... ( Apologia lyrics )Tags: bad idea, lyrics, ph
mood:  crazy
sound: Gavin Friday - Apologia
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oh rahr and dammit, now people have me not trust my own ears? but I do not know what I want #-( or rather, as usual, I want something that does not exist. I want to be back in time and perhaps across an ocean, or at least a sea. I want a letter from a man who hadn't left that much written, I want handwriting sample collection from a warrior whose hand varied... and similar. ~ it reminds me of quite a few occasions when my opinion/interest was considered irrelevant. when people whom I trusted and whose acceptance meant a lot to me just refused to take it seriously, that I could and did care deeply about such & such. it made me a less trusting & more lonely person who at some point goes, fck you all, and enjoys something for its and her own sake, damn the company. the sad bit is, I still care about said people, thus going into 'fck you all' mode later than necessary, and it is not something I'd willingly want to practise. meh... no, we didn't get to talk about it in therapy. we did get to the 'fck you all' point, though, when I gave up and took refuge in Dance of Death. meh 2. on the third hand, when all's said and done, the letters O.G. printed in thick black marker on the back of a bus seat before you... irony WTF? Tags: ph
mood: cranky
sound: The Point of No Return
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what I did not need in the middle of a workday was [1] a Boondock Saints flashback while reading The Phantom of the Opera and [2] Masquerade flowing seamlessly into What's This? from The Nightmare Before Christmas. *major headdesk* [and [3], all the more PTerry love for Maskerade. that's respect.] could not be helped, sudden lulls in work and the net being slow resulted in my going through the book in one day. which, by the quality & number of associations, is unhealthy. but addictive. but terrible. but irresistible... somebody kindly knock me out, pls. Tags: ph
mood:  weird
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am trying to get sh stuff done. it's very hard to accomplish with random bars from Phantom of the Opera floating in my head. it's worse than it ever was with Star Wars, for then I just loved, unquestioningly. now I think too much, and still cannot help loving. it's a... wonderful, terrible feeling. [ He was bound to love you When he heard you sing... - see?] the powers unleashed are of astronomical proportions, yet contained in two frail human bodies... hellp? [and, indeed, what is there beyond art?] Tags: ph
mood:  exhausted
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( which is so not true... )business, eh? ~ but seriously, over here is a very, very nice story combining Phantom of the Opera and E.T.A.Hoffman. go & read, it's... [mental] fireworks! ~ ETA, 'cause it just... I looked at Courtney Crumrin site, and this just cracked me up, badly: "...the dark and dangerous early years of a younger Uncle Aloysius and the world of witchcraft that shaped him into the magical creature he is today." mean, all of it is perfectly true, but it's not irony, it's heavy metal! either that or I have an odd sense of humor. Tags: meme, ph, recs
mood:  bored
sound: Gold Digger
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