vid recs, muse, fic update, alien territory excerpt
A couple of vid recs.
Sunset Boulevard by butterfly. Angel, Gunn character.
Wow. I just... I have no words for this. I think it just might be fair to say I've never seen a vid match audio to visuals this well. The pace of it, the movement, not to mention the themes and clip selection; it's like the audio just poured out of the speakers and became what you see onscreen. It's mind-boggling, especially when you consider the disparity between the song and the subject matter. Go. Download. Now.
The End of the World by bradcpu. BtVS, Faith&Buffy.
I've seen quite a few Faith/Buffy vids in my time, but as I've said to Brad, none of them quite feel like the way this one does. Clip connection/positioning is the key thing here, the way two disparate events get joined up in ways that make so much sense, but you never would have noticed them on your own. Masterful.
Keep catching Muse's Supermassive Black Hole video on telly. Now that Matt's rocked off the deep end, I've decided that my new favourite band member is Dominic. Good lord, is he pretty in that video or what? Such a gorgeous little dandy. And just listen to that solo in Map of the Problematique! I want them to come here again. The last show was possibly the best night of my life. No one tops Muse when it comes to live shows.
Speaking of Muse, another vid rec. So sorry - keep forgetting it even though I'd always meant to rec it. Feeling Good by martoufmarty, Supernatural, Sam character. This is adrenalin-pumping stuff. Such beautiful pacing and I just love the way it moves. It feels like such a classic Steph video - it grabs you by the balls and just doesn't let go. But, uh, in a nice way. :D
Fics, fics. Look, I'm still struggling with 606. My muse is missing in action, presumed dead. After the Ryder/Josh thing finally came to a head it's like the last remaining real incentive to get something accomplished is gone. The end isn't far, and I have planned for certain things to happen yet, but I just feel very far from the whole YA world right now. Not to mention that my writing really sucks beyond belief at the moment. So in short... no idea when it's coming. And you know what? I'm sick of apologising and being made to feel like I owe anyone anything when it comes to this. It'll get written when it gets written. If people are still reading by then, yay; if not, then it is what it is. To be really wanky let's quote Vonnegut today: so it goes.
Well, she thought, I've tried everything else; it's the small door or nothing. Anyway, he gave me the key. She waited until he had gone to the office or wherever it was he went, and made straight for the small door. When she opened it, what should be inside but a dead child. A small dead child, with its eyes wide open.
It's mine, he said, coming up behind her. I gave birth to it. I warned you. Weren't you happy with me?
It looks like you, she said, not turning around, not knowing what else to say. She realized now that he was not sane in any known sense of the word, but she still hoped to talk her way out of it. She could feel the love seeping out of her. Her heart was dry ice.
It is me, he said sadly. Don't be afraid.
Where are we going? she said, because it was getting dark, and there was suddenly no floor.
Deeper, he said.
- Margaret Atwood, from "Good Bones"
Sunset Boulevard by butterfly. Angel, Gunn character.
Wow. I just... I have no words for this. I think it just might be fair to say I've never seen a vid match audio to visuals this well. The pace of it, the movement, not to mention the themes and clip selection; it's like the audio just poured out of the speakers and became what you see onscreen. It's mind-boggling, especially when you consider the disparity between the song and the subject matter. Go. Download. Now.
The End of the World by bradcpu. BtVS, Faith&Buffy.
I've seen quite a few Faith/Buffy vids in my time, but as I've said to Brad, none of them quite feel like the way this one does. Clip connection/positioning is the key thing here, the way two disparate events get joined up in ways that make so much sense, but you never would have noticed them on your own. Masterful.
Keep catching Muse's Supermassive Black Hole video on telly. Now that Matt's rocked off the deep end, I've decided that my new favourite band member is Dominic. Good lord, is he pretty in that video or what? Such a gorgeous little dandy. And just listen to that solo in Map of the Problematique! I want them to come here again. The last show was possibly the best night of my life. No one tops Muse when it comes to live shows.
Speaking of Muse, another vid rec. So sorry - keep forgetting it even though I'd always meant to rec it. Feeling Good by martoufmarty, Supernatural, Sam character. This is adrenalin-pumping stuff. Such beautiful pacing and I just love the way it moves. It feels like such a classic Steph video - it grabs you by the balls and just doesn't let go. But, uh, in a nice way. :D
Fics, fics. Look, I'm still struggling with 606. My muse is missing in action, presumed dead. After the Ryder/Josh thing finally came to a head it's like the last remaining real incentive to get something accomplished is gone. The end isn't far, and I have planned for certain things to happen yet, but I just feel very far from the whole YA world right now. Not to mention that my writing really sucks beyond belief at the moment. So in short... no idea when it's coming. And you know what? I'm sick of apologising and being made to feel like I owe anyone anything when it comes to this. It'll get written when it gets written. If people are still reading by then, yay; if not, then it is what it is. To be really wanky let's quote Vonnegut today: so it goes.
Well, she thought, I've tried everything else; it's the small door or nothing. Anyway, he gave me the key. She waited until he had gone to the office or wherever it was he went, and made straight for the small door. When she opened it, what should be inside but a dead child. A small dead child, with its eyes wide open.
It's mine, he said, coming up behind her. I gave birth to it. I warned you. Weren't you happy with me?
It looks like you, she said, not turning around, not knowing what else to say. She realized now that he was not sane in any known sense of the word, but she still hoped to talk her way out of it. She could feel the love seeping out of her. Her heart was dry ice.
It is me, he said sadly. Don't be afraid.
Where are we going? she said, because it was getting dark, and there was suddenly no floor.
Deeper, he said.
- Margaret Atwood, from "Good Bones"