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Well, my latest starting obsession would have to now be declared as Gankutsuou.
I'd watched the first three episodes a while back, but the site I was watching them on didn't have any more working videos after that o__x
Fortunately-!
Funimation posted them on YouTube.
Bah, it already stole the length of four episodes' time from me, so I just finished 7.
I'd have to say it's quite spectacular.
YT has 8 episodes up now, so I'm hoping they post more soon ^^
I'm sorry, but the Count totally looks like Kambei to me.
They're not at all alike....but just look at them. Come on.
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I'm beginning to discover FictionJunction. Although it's not really a discovery, because it's not new, and I've known the name for several years.
FictionJunction is a project of Yuki Kajiura, who was always incredible, and are linked to Kalafina, who I've also recently found to be incredible.
Anyhow.
I had been planning to use old exisiting writing for my web project for class. However. When I looked back at it, I twitched and nearly slammed my forehead into the desk.
That idea is now being scrapped.
Not that it's all horrible or anything....but parts of it do make me wince.
Through crowded streets and past high buildings, she strode only as an anonymous face among the vast rivers of people. Aware that she was insignificant to this part of the world, she pushed her hands deeper into her pockets and clenched them into fists. Out here, it was colder than she had thought, and entertained the thought of buying a scarf or some gloves. A few minutes later, she stubbornly threw these thoughts away; she wouldn’t be out here long, not if she could help it.
She walked too casually, and the sights too familiar, for this to be called a journey.
Not knowing particularly where she was going, she decided to walk in a circle, around the same few blocks, until she came up with some idea of what street to take. To remain stagnant made her uncomfortable, restless even. For, what would happen if someone spotted her?
Against such a thought, she steeled herself. The most important thing was to not remain unseen, but to keep herself alone. No one else was allowed to come with her. She could come up with a thousand different excuses if the situation presented itself. Despite this, she glanced around at her surroundings with nervous eyes.
The more and more she thought, the more her footsteps swayed the path ahead. Leading her, instinctively, she gradually left familiar surroundings. Farther and farther; the buildings became shorter, the sidewalks less maintained, more trees planted in dirt patches among organized cement. Young saplings gradually evolved into towering trees, and she hardly noticed as she wandered through a wooden gate, and he feet pressed dirt.
The realization she was in foreign territory dawned on her only when she stepped on a small twig and it crackled, broken under her sneaker.
Pausing, she looked up and around, hands pulling out of her pockets to rest at her sides. A bright blue sky with no clouds, bright light from an invisible sun. An unnatural air embraced this expanse of land, with a gentle suffocation.
Continuing her path, she tossed her head to throw her hood off, and it flopped around her shoulders. Picking her way through the thicket of trees, carefully stepping over roots and avoiding great patches of mold clinging to some of the wood, and she wondered if eventually the trees wouldn’t rot if left unchecked.
After some time, with a final step she was out of the trees. It had been as unexpected as walking through a solid wall, and curiously, she looked behind her. The trees were positioned several meters behind her. How that happened, she wasn’t sure; it was if the trees had pushed her out, almost as if she had taken a 12 foot stride.
However it had happened, it ultimately didn’t matter, because now she was in this great place. So, refusing to linger any longer, she again began walking. This place looked untouched, and now she ventured to make it hers.
So I will be writing new material.
For next Tuesday.
Two finals are due next Monday, and I am turning my painting final into an animation. I had been going along a "flip book" concept and meant to do a series of slowly changing paintings. My teacher showed me this video from the artist William Kentridge, and I instantly latched onto the idea. So I'm going to be making an animation out of my painting, WHICH, by the way, I have to finish.
The tragedy being that I have to paint over my painting, and that stings a little, but the end result should be interesting.
By the way, last night, I received a system messege from my computer, in which the computer referred to itself as "I".
Am I the only one who find that extremely unsettling?
I'd watched the first three episodes a while back, but the site I was watching them on didn't have any more working videos after that o__x
Fortunately-!
Funimation posted them on YouTube.
Bah, it already stole the length of four episodes' time from me, so I just finished 7.
I'd have to say it's quite spectacular.
YT has 8 episodes up now, so I'm hoping they post more soon ^^
I'm sorry, but the Count totally looks like Kambei to me.
They're not at all alike....but just look at them. Come on.
-
I'm beginning to discover FictionJunction. Although it's not really a discovery, because it's not new, and I've known the name for several years.
FictionJunction is a project of Yuki Kajiura, who was always incredible, and are linked to Kalafina, who I've also recently found to be incredible.
Anyhow.
I had been planning to use old exisiting writing for my web project for class. However. When I looked back at it, I twitched and nearly slammed my forehead into the desk.
That idea is now being scrapped.
Not that it's all horrible or anything....but parts of it do make me wince.
Through crowded streets and past high buildings, she strode only as an anonymous face among the vast rivers of people. Aware that she was insignificant to this part of the world, she pushed her hands deeper into her pockets and clenched them into fists. Out here, it was colder than she had thought, and entertained the thought of buying a scarf or some gloves. A few minutes later, she stubbornly threw these thoughts away; she wouldn’t be out here long, not if she could help it.
She walked too casually, and the sights too familiar, for this to be called a journey.
Not knowing particularly where she was going, she decided to walk in a circle, around the same few blocks, until she came up with some idea of what street to take. To remain stagnant made her uncomfortable, restless even. For, what would happen if someone spotted her?
Against such a thought, she steeled herself. The most important thing was to not remain unseen, but to keep herself alone. No one else was allowed to come with her. She could come up with a thousand different excuses if the situation presented itself. Despite this, she glanced around at her surroundings with nervous eyes.
The more and more she thought, the more her footsteps swayed the path ahead. Leading her, instinctively, she gradually left familiar surroundings. Farther and farther; the buildings became shorter, the sidewalks less maintained, more trees planted in dirt patches among organized cement. Young saplings gradually evolved into towering trees, and she hardly noticed as she wandered through a wooden gate, and he feet pressed dirt.
The realization she was in foreign territory dawned on her only when she stepped on a small twig and it crackled, broken under her sneaker.
Pausing, she looked up and around, hands pulling out of her pockets to rest at her sides. A bright blue sky with no clouds, bright light from an invisible sun. An unnatural air embraced this expanse of land, with a gentle suffocation.
Continuing her path, she tossed her head to throw her hood off, and it flopped around her shoulders. Picking her way through the thicket of trees, carefully stepping over roots and avoiding great patches of mold clinging to some of the wood, and she wondered if eventually the trees wouldn’t rot if left unchecked.
After some time, with a final step she was out of the trees. It had been as unexpected as walking through a solid wall, and curiously, she looked behind her. The trees were positioned several meters behind her. How that happened, she wasn’t sure; it was if the trees had pushed her out, almost as if she had taken a 12 foot stride.
However it had happened, it ultimately didn’t matter, because now she was in this great place. So, refusing to linger any longer, she again began walking. This place looked untouched, and now she ventured to make it hers.
So I will be writing new material.
For next Tuesday.
Two finals are due next Monday, and I am turning my painting final into an animation. I had been going along a "flip book" concept and meant to do a series of slowly changing paintings. My teacher showed me this video from the artist William Kentridge, and I instantly latched onto the idea. So I'm going to be making an animation out of my painting, WHICH, by the way, I have to finish.
The tragedy being that I have to paint over my painting, and that stings a little, but the end result should be interesting.
By the way, last night, I received a system messege from my computer, in which the computer referred to itself as "I".
Am I the only one who find that extremely unsettling?