COTTON THISTLE CLEARANCE
Random musings from the noggin' of Knolltrey (Best viewed on a monitor running Mozilla Firefox, with a brain running on a case of Grolsh...)
Tuesday, 8 January 2008
More'n a bun in the Home-Ec oven... Mood: don't ask Topic: A Hello to Arms
Might as well give the little harlots some time off now, since the strip-clubs/laundromats/car-washes/fast food establishments/etc they'll be working at when they graduate probably won't be so generous... I don't really care.
I'll bet politicians like Hillary Clinton care, though.
...but I think she's been stalking me: trying to steal a 'donation' for her coronation. Eh: probably just paranoia, right?
(yes, yes: I try to lay off the politics. And, for the record: I'd be more sympathetic towards the little girlies' needs if any pregnant highschoolers were actually as witty or endearing as so often advertised...)
Right, nothing to get too worked up about, but still: this lovely little eleven year cycle has the (possible) potential to (intermittently) affect your (dubious) ability to 'reach out and touch someone'...
(that's suitable as widescreen wallpaper, too... I'm using it myself right now (a version without the splash-mark, anyway) and it doesn't slow my computer down... well, not too much...)
That accounts for the lack of updates, 'natch, but I was also sanding down the next chapter of 'Typers'. What a way to work, huh? Spend five months worrying about the plot down the road, then a weekend of proofreading while one is sick as a mule.
My priorities are really screwed up, I think. But the chapter should be cogent, at least...
They've been done to death in fiction, in everything from Cowboy Bebop to SNES RPG's, but there's a reason they're so popular: they're f**king cool!
Wanna know the real reason they were created?
Why, to tell the story of the Novanjo, of course!
Yeah, I make 'em a plot point, too, but I don't mention them explicitly by name in the chapter (kinda like the way I cutely refrain from explicitly referencing the date in 'Typers'*, except in the odd piece of artwork...)
* (It's 2111 AD, btw...)
Keep your stockings out, too: if you didn't get anything good for Christmas, you might rake in something nice on New Year's...
Guess they started out by releasing half-a-dozen EP's at modest music venues before landing a big-name contract. Good for them. The song I've been absolutely smitten by is from their second album, Combinations; it's a little ditty called 'Invasion'...
Most of Eisley's songs are a little too mellow for me (but most have enough melodic resonance to keep my brain entertained, anyway). This dark-pop tune is somewhat atypical for 'em, although they're still (literally and figuratively) young as a band, and their evolution from their first album, Room Noises, to this point is, in my opinion, like changing from night into day.
Creepy video, huh? I think of it as a far more attractive version of Thriller, although without whacko-Jacko cavorting about in the frames it is far, far, far less disturbing (though I do miss the flustered discomfort of Michael Jackson trying to look convincingly interested in dating an adult female in that music video...)
hmm...this band's name is better without the 'Mos', too, I think.
"The people that walked in darkness have seen a great light: they that dwell in the land of the shadow of death, upon them hath the light shined.
Thou hast multiplied the nation, and not increased the joy: they joy before thee according to the joy in harvest, and as men rejoice when they divide the spoil.
For thou hast broken the yoke of his burden, and the staff of his shoulder, the rod of his oppressor, as in the day of Midian.
For every battle of the warrior is with confused noise, and garments rolled in blood; but this shall be with burning and fuel of fire.
For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace."
Despite its aesthetic deficiencies, that curious little mammal is a damned important animal. After all it is, perhaps, the genetic precursor to some of the most intelligent creatures to ever grace the planet.
Jeez, guys! If you'd just stayed on land instead of traipsing into the seawater, maybe YOU'D be the ones typing these words right now (sadly for dolphins, keyboards don't work underwater, unlike some of their own tools...)
Anyway, this intelligent mammal is gettin' some sleep. G'night.
And Scientific Progress grooves out to some whale songs.
It's the perfect imitation of medieval music (you'd never guess that it was written in the 1930's, would you?) Most people come across it by playing it in some school-related function (orchestra, band, etc...) since even a trained houseplant can learn to play the thing (it's kinda like Messiah that way, except less good, shorter, and without the miracle of divine inspiration culminating in the greatest choral arrangement in history).
But it's still good...
The first movement, Basse Danse, is particularly keen.
I'm so fond of it that I'm gonna make it the 'personal anthem' of a character in TYPERS: a guy named Christopher (last name withheld for now, but he's already been introduced under... well, a different name)
Talk about an evil son-of-a-bitch. I plan on having him do something very, very... memorable... before he gets offed, anyway. He already tried to kill one of the main characters in the first book...
When I type in a flash-movie link I'm always tempted to put in a ".sfw" instead of the correct extension of .swf (quite ironic, too, since many flash files are certainly not "SFW".
No worries: this .swf is SFW, but it'll probably take forever to load on ya' (and if you don't even have flash, then you're SOL on viewing this .swf, for which it is absolutely SQN, regardless of its SFW...)
Right, I need to stop, now...
And, just like that, no more pictures for some time.
The next multimedia thingy I bloody friggin' post damn well better be the next chapter. And, as a matter of fact, it will be ;)
don't ask
...maybe not?
accident prone
a-ok
rushed
bright
lyrical