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MP3s Song :: Shine [ download ]Artist :: Mr. Big (Hellsing ED) Genre :: upbeat English pop-rock Comments :: *Someone* must be looking for this; many someones, likely. Peppy enough to be creepy, this song, taken in context - and it's real English, not English put through the time-honoured Way Of Getting It Slightly Wrong. No, I don't have the opening. If you do, you know how to show the love. :P
Song :: Tassez-Vous D'Là (Get Outta The Way) [ download ]
Comments :: I didn't actually think I'd be able to find an MP3 of this. This was the big francophone-radio hit of summer '99: a catchy little ditty about uhh well a man riddled with guilt at having abandoned a friend in the throes of a self-destructive drug binge, sung in Quebec joual French with Senegalese Wolof chorus. A year after the album went platinum the group broke up, the frontman having committed hara-kiri with a kitchen knife in his living room. ...I think what I'm trying to demonstrate here is that Quebec music != Céline Dion. I sodding-well hate it when people assume that.
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Thursday, February 7, 2002
[ 07:18 p.m. ]
Figured out today a major reason why I like Vagrant Story so much: the inside of my head looks like Léa Monde. No, really. I don't mean musespace or anything like that, I mean in the real-McCoy, Jungian-subconscious-brain-dive sense. ...As long as I can remember (i.e. since I was two or three or so), I've had recurring dreams about wandering in a seemingly endless maze of rooms and corridors. It never looks the same from one dream to another, *precisely*, but the feel of it is always familiar: weathered, dilapidated, in-between. Walls of centuries-old stone, crumbling brick, water- and rust-stained stucco; narrow passages, low ceilings that swoop up without warning, stairs of cast iron or slate winding down into darkness, steep enough to be dangerous. Moss growing between the flagstones, sawdust on the floor. Last night (this morning) I dreamt the entire place was covered with plywood boards, like when they're renovating a mall or a subway tunnel. These tend to be anxiety dreams; I'm running from something unpleasant, twisting and turning to put whatever it is off my scent. I don't have to go *very* fast, but I have to keep moving or it'd catch up... There are locked doors, always. Believe they're locked and they stay that way, even if I try them. Will them open and the knob turns obediently in the hand. It took me a long time to learn that.
I do not, however, tend to like what's behind those doors. That part hasn't changed.
Turn, too, to meet whatever is coming up behind me, and I reduce it quickly to innocuity. That I learnt faster, in fact - in some of these dreams I simply tire of being driven by fear - but the trick is to remember. I usually don't, so I rediscover this, again and again. This morning I found stairs up, and found people. Acquaintances, not necessarily friendly. I said, let me stay; knowing that the stairs that led downward were dangerous, and the locked doors weren't much better. (One of the times I knew it was a dream, without the knowledge particularly affecting my anxiety. Does it keep a bad day from stressing you out if you know that it won't matter in five years? One lives in the moment.) So they let me stay, and the tenor of the dream changed. I was making myself useful by fixing their computer when I was woken up. Horribly brutally, but that's the only reason I remember. ^^; I don't think one's ever *supposed* to remember this particular type of dream, actually; it's just that I've had it too often.
I drank a glass of tea and ate a crème brûlée ice cream cone an hour ago, at the mall (while wandering through promised land looking at jellied candles and tinsel-dusted incense - I still smell like cucumber hand lotion and coconut eau de toilette), and it sent me for a combined caffeine-and-sugar high. Think the wave is crashing down, though. ^^;
Kat: I think it's the conjunction of the words 'Lupin' and 'aggressor' that's killing your sentence for me. XD I mean, I don't mind him being the *seme*, not per se, but... oh hells. What am I saying? LupinxSnape? I can't see it. Not like that. Rec me a good one, and I'll poke at it and attempt to integrate the concept into my head. ...If there *is* a good one.
Also, belatedly, twincest == two people in ultimate harmony is a WAFF fantasy. The ultimate WAFF fantasy, in a sense. Normal incest fic (heh, oxymoron) tends to drag in all sorts of tiresome angsty issues; there *are* no issues in twincest, and if someone writes them in I prefer to think that he/she is missing the point by a country mile.
Tuesday, February 5, 2002
[ 04:59 p.m. ]
Lu-chan yo: check out this news and see if you're cheered. (Link cribbed off Janaki.) The Small Gods of Hollywood look upon me kindly, and warmed am I at heart by their munificence. You may all start speculating over the cast. At the rate that my unreasonable fandom cravings are being fulfilled, someone will convince Minekura-sensei to draw FFX doujinshi about Braska go-ikkou.
(My sister swears to me that they're going to cast Ewan McGregor as Professor Lupin. I can only laugh. ...Don't get me wrong, I'm good with Ewan. I'm even good with Ewan as Lupin-sensei. I would just like to know who died and gave this boy the monopoly on ukes is all. Like, really, 'fess up: which of you slash fangirls is blackmailing Ewan McGregor into doing your bidding?
I feel unbearably silly. It's a good feeling.)
Tuesday, February 5, 2002
[ 02:00 a.m. ]
Thoughts that amuse me: the fact that so many people have the same weblog layout as me this time around. (This would be because I stumbled on a layout that parses perfect in IE *and* Netscape AnyNumber concurrently to the most recent flare-up of the Web Design Controversy, not because anyone was gacking off me. XD Not that, mind you, I'm the sort of twinkydesigner who thinks applying a few fancy fonts and selections to manga scans in Photoshop makes the images her property. What - if I made a layout out of primary-coloured squares, should I expect to be condemned for plagiarising Piet Mondrian?) Also, the fact that the MP3s I blog spark desultory discussion. I don't know why that cheers me, it just does. Whee.
I have *lots* of homework. But Deo volente, it will all get done with no problems.
Sunday, February 3, 2002
[ 03:54 a.m. ]
For the past week I've scrounged an hour here and there to make a new layout for Nikutai no Yume. Well. In fact it's the exactly same layout, except now you have the Saiyuuki boys awash in clubland leather and Tan-chan's favorite shade of burgundy. I didn't have #7 up for five months because it was broke. Simple, fast-loading, easy-to-update and as sturdy as a java/CSS/table combo gets - the less I mess with it the better. Not much fiddling with the image either, as the original was quite enough to give Boy George a nosebleed on its own. I'm especially fond of the bunny rabbit UFO catcher doll cinched to Gokuu's belt next to the handcuffs.
Best to go have a look at it before I come to my senses and realise how often it features the f-word in 8pt Silkscreen Expanded.
...The thing about Saiyuuki is, it's a great *series*. Action-packed Nouveau Shounen with dynamic artwork, involving characters and sophisticated parodic sensibility, not to mention that RPG vibe. What makes it unique is that it's a great series by someone who knew from the get-go how you were going to mangle her lifeblood creation under the pathetic excuse of fandom, wretched creatures - and is willing to aid and abet you all the way. :D Hence the odd dichotomy between Gensomaden Saiyuuki: The Series and Gensomaden Saiyuuki: The Artwork. One is the Real McCoy as shounen/gamer manga go, hardly the flimsy construct Weiss Kreuz was; the other is brutal fanservice for reader and author both. (If you've only seen the opening sequences, you've seen the latter. It's my opinion that the OPs of Saiyuuki misrepresent the series entirely. I haven't complained, and neither has anyone I know.) In the series, Sanzou's gun is a gun. He uses it on people who infringe on his personal space in a hostile manner, or otherwise make him twitchy. In the artwork, it's not a gun: it's Something Else Altogether, and while he's sprawled out on rumpled sheets or in a mysterious pool of water with his garments three-quarters undone caressing the unlatched safety as he presses it to his temple he may as well be unrolling latex over the warm metal of the barrel with his teeth. ...I can't believe I just wrote that. The Baby Buddha may once have cried, but he's given up on Sanzou already. My *point* was, the Lili Fatale lyrics I utilised merely extrapolate on Minekura's own visual topos of suicidal-imagery-as-come-on. Autoerotic projectile-weapon trauma, as it were. I am not a disturbed freak! ...No one is fooled.
Word to the Brits: I hear your Kosheen and raise you Supreme Beings of Leisure... Star Ocean EX isn't an anime, it's an RPG where they sadistically refuse to give you the controller. (Anyone who was surprised by that assessment, you may be interested in this piece of Mongolian waterfront property my family's been trying to unload since the Opium War.) It's not even that I could write it myself; I *did* write a couple of those dungeons/towns over the summer, word for word and slimy bug boss for slimy bug boss. It's unnerving. But, oh, is it ever pretty.
Friday, February 1, 2002
[ 07:08 p.m. ]
To: Yevon The Weather Gods The Fascist Bully-Boy/Girls In Charge Up There
From: Me
Re: The 15cm of rain, freezing rain, ice pellets and snow within these last 24 hours, and attendant three-hour-long blackout on my street only
All right, All right, I'm sorry I made fun of the Ice Storm already! I'm ATONING! Stop making it come back!
Boom Shanka, etc.
Friday, February 1, 2002
[ 02:18 a.m. ]
Updated MP3s and the book list.
Thursday, January 31, 2002
[ 04:59 p.m. ]
Montreal Bands Take Over The Singapore Weblog Community, part 3 in a continuing series: this girl has a David Usher layout. Wherefore I know not, but I like David Usher, so. One day I *will* find me an MP3 of "forestfire", curses.
I talk a lot about Montreal bands. I talk a lot about Montreal everything. I don't love this city because I happen to have spent the past decade here, though of course that factors into my attachment; I love it because it *suits* me. I love it because I've only been to one other place on the East Coast where the food was as good, and that was NYC. I love it because I can get coconut-jasmine bubble tea and strawberry pocky by leaving my school computer and walking, not driving, for ten minutes. I love it because in those ten minutes I will have passed six cafés, four sex toy shops and three churches. I love it because it's actually safer and more convenient to take public transport than to drive. I love it because the store muzak is acid-jazz lounge, not country (the exception is Wal-Mart, but Wal-Mart is a blight on the face of the earth and will inspire me to full-blown arson one day). I love it because the girls here are gorgeous and stylish and smoke like condominiums on fire, even if those qualities do not apply to me most days. I love it because we make fun of Americans who can't get into bars at 16. I love the bagels, the botanic garden, the cobblestoned riverfront, all that. Heck, even the weather is sort of special. At least it distinguishes us from the wusses in Toronto and Vancouver. XD
There's a whimsy to this town, I find, a laid-backness. It has its faults (snow, secession, moribund sports teams, lack of street food stands), but there are few cities in North America that I'd give it up for. Every original story I've written that wasn't set in a proprietary fantasy universe was set in Montreal. I need to be able to catch every bit of setting with my mental camera as it trundles after my characters: see it for real, or make it up out of whole cloth, and the only other cities I know this well are inside my head. I told Erin today that I was going to write a shounen-ai story set during the Ice Storm of '98 (which wasn't remotely romantic for me, as I spent it on the rag at that, cooking Campbell's soup over a rubbing-alcohol burner and hacking ice off the driveway with a handaxe to keep warm). She thought I was kidding. I wasn't. :P
Wednesday, January 30, 2002
[ 01:01 a.m. ]
Okay, I'm last on the bandwagon. XD To be preferred to no-one having read Pullman, infinitely so. Gnosticism - as Cosmo magazine might say - is the new black. Apparently I have aspects of Pullman's plot figured out miles before the sororial unit (who's finished "The Amber Spyglass" - said hardcover is in fact sitting on the coffee table at my side taunting me, you're not alone Janaki), thanks to the Angel Sanctuary enthusiasts who threw basic theory at me until bits of it stuck. Have I mentioned Final Fantasy X in this context yet? Man, if you thought God was unimpressive in Angel Sanctuary, wait 'til you see the Ickle Calamari and its ickle tentacles. Organized religion is the divine version of size compensation, and *that* I didn't crib from Cosmo. ...Poor Wakka, that's all I can say when I think on't. Poor Wakka.
(Incidentally, would anyone like to bet me a dollar that Attorney General Ashcroft refuses to let his kids read Harry Potter? Or am I three steps ahead as usual, and the man hasn't gotten around to having sex yet?)
Suze: Jesus. O_O Lee looks like scruffy!older!Irvine in my head, but I thought that was just me being disturbed. (And I'd happily take a skin of tAS's cover any time.)
Charmian: the throwaway reference to "Pope John Calvin" had me in a joygasm, which the sororial unit didn't get. (One among many in what *she* thought was the most boring chapter.) Ah vell. As educated as an intelligent, well-schooled thirteen-year-old in North America can be: id est, in matters of comparative religion not at all. One wonders if Pullman expected to be understood by his intended audience at certain points, or if he was worldbuilding for his own amusement and edification. One suspects the latter. At any rate, she's reading "Tigana" now, so I'm going to have to speak a blurb on the Cathar heresy instead.
Pullman is... good at writing male character candy for a certain type of discerning little-girl reader. Better than anyone who isn't a shoujo mangaka has a right to be, really. :P No stinting of little-boy readers either - I mean, look at Serafina - black ribbons?
Tuesday, January 29, 2002
[ 02:31 p.m. ]
Things I am waiting for:
1) The second volume in Philip Pullman's "His Dark Materials" trilogy, for which I have placed a recall at the Côte-Saint-Luc library. (Primary reference of title: a passage from Paradise Lost. Secondary reference of title: the 'dark matter' that so preoccupies physicists of the Grand Unified Theory order. Harry Potter this ain't.) How many people can I convince to read these books? Charmian? ^_^ I know you've read the Sally Lockhart series, which in themselves are delightful (Pullman exhibits a familiarity with and admiration for the likes of Wilkie Collins and Joseph Conrad that warms the cockles of my heart, not to mention the essential understanding that you can't have a Ruritanian romance without a prince Rudolf in it), but "His Dark Materials" is on a different scale altogether. It's destined for children in about the same way that Utena is destined for junior-high-school girls: the POV is that of a child, the plot itself is easily comprehensible, yet the sophistication of his world and accompanying thematics is astounding. Controversial doesn't begin to cover it. I think that if I were Christian I wouldn't let my kids read these books without a sternly parent-guided round-table discussion of the contents thereof at least - and I'm about as big a proponent of abandoning children to the adult library shelves as can be imagined. Yet it's the supremely inoffensive Rowlings that they burn! One more child saved from the perils of making up mugwort potions in the backyard with bits of their sister's hair, while all the time the winner of the Whitbread Children's Book Of The Year is telling kids that Original Sin is good for you. Oh, the *humanity*...
(And Lord Asriel is so very yum. Not only is he a man trying his darndest to be Lucifer, he's a man trying his darndest to be Yuki Kaori's Lucifer. You have to award style points for that.)
2) Spring break, which falls across my birthday, so I have an excuse to watch the rest of the Initial D anime, which is stashed away in DVD and tape form somewhere in my house. My mother took this precaution under the assumption that I'd neglect homework for this stuff. She's so devastatingly correct I haven't the heart to contest the point. So spring break it is.
3) The precipitate takeover of fangirl weblogs by the Mirage of Blaze anime, as soon as someone decides to fansub it. When it happens, it will be at once and out of nowhere; all will be confused; and I will kick back and laugh. I've only been holding out for a braincandy television version of this series for three years, you see, and at the beginning of that they assured me that there would never be a braincandy television version, because - stop me if you've heard this one before - the fans would never allow it. XD Anime or nothing for me, though. Legend of Galactic Heroes is all very well, but damned if I'd ever read something that long about Japanese history, even were it a highly involved excuse for a romance novel. (For the record, Tan-chan is the one who minored in Japanese history seminars to the nth level without speaking Japanese. I'm the one who took thirty credits of Japanese language so I could read pr0n off the net. Pathos-inducing to complementary levels, but I believe I win on the pragmatism front.)
Actually, just looking at the opening sequence and picturing Tan-chan's reaction makes me laugh. But that's because they've told me I was Crawford so often I'm starting to believe it.