RERMOTD

Apr. 13th, 2002 04:21 pm
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that is, the Random Escaflowne-Related Musing Of The Day.
i have decided that Merle has hammerspace inside her shirt. or rather, not exactly hammerspace, but random-crap-she-stole-from-Hitomi-space. i have decided this because she is essentially wearing a sack, with no underwear (as we discovered when we were having too much fun with the step button on Caroline's DVD player--although movie-Merle does have underwear), and yet she is able to keep pagers, poofs, lipstick, snacks, CD players, and other such items stored apparently quite securely in her dress, and make amusing expressions while she is retrieving them in the scene where she has a pager in her shirt which is beeping madly. (my friends who don't know Escaflowne think she's groping herself.) you'd think if there were pockets we'd see the seams and the weights, although admittedly her dress has to be rather stiff to prevent it from crumpling and riding up a lot.

okay, i know i've realized overanalyzed this, but hey, it was an excuse to post amusing pictures and use the phrase "hammerspace inside her shirt." and, after all, i am rooming with someone who spent multiple hours analyzing how one would go about removing Allen's uniform.
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bad tory! no updates!
a lot of things have happened since the last time i bothered to do this. my parents visited and i inflicted them upon my friends. my roommate and i started Operation Walls of Doom (plastering our walls with our favorite Escaflowne stills). another online friend of mine, this time Marcel, is getting corrupted into Escaflowneness. it's spreading!
we had the first meeting of the LARP i'm in. besides my gender-bending exiled dark fae, there's a sullen werewolf mercenary (Lyc'thrra, i think), a kender (small bouncy creature with an odd ability to accumulate shiny objects which belong to other people; Cheryl's kindof adopted her; her name's Jestina), and a rather feral half-elf who has no manners and no control of her fire-magic (Ari). our nemesis is a dark elf mage who's allied with the unseelie (Resar, pronounced something more like Razar); he wears black leather pants and swishes about, and seems to have a rather sickening amount of control over a hapless teenaged boy (Naran).
i had a resurgence of interest in the DMVs (the dark Myst vignettes, for those of you who don't know me from Mystcommunity's writing forums, which are a series of short stories i've been writing concerning the two villainous brothers in the Myst computer game, and which have been getting raves); i started a new one and added some more to one i'm still working on. i thus figure this would an appropriate time to rant about The DMV Song, which is Vedergallningen (Vengeance), by a Swedish band called Garmara. it is the DMV song because i concieved and wrote most of the DMVs to it (when i wasn't writing to Mozart's requiem), and it's so deeply and powerfully associated in my mind that my recent resurgence of interest in these pieces was caused by my roommate obssessively playing the album it's on because i introduced her to it and she fell in love with it. (Garmarna in general is really, really good by the way. so are a lot of the other artists on the NorthSide label. buy their stuff. yay.) the song can be found here. for your convenience, here are the lyrics.


Before the cock crew I was born
Far are the paths that I follow
My mother was dead before the dawn
Long, long she awaited her sorrow

My father travelled the country round,
An ill stepmother to me he found.

Into a needle she conjured me
And said that longing would torture me
And then she turned me into a knife
And said I would suffer all my life.

She turned me into a pair of shears
And said I'd be stunted all my years.
A grey wolf then she made of me,
And said no good would come of me.

Under this curse I was to suffer
Till I drank the blood of my own brother.

So then I lay in hiding
Till my stepmother came riding.

By the bridgehead I lay watching
Till I saw her horse approaching.
And as she passed I caught her
And down from her horse I brought her.

In vengeance cruel and bloody
I took the child from her body.
And when I had drunk my brother's blood,
I became a knight, gallant and good.


i love modern scandinavian music, even though i don't really know much about it. have i raved about Hedningarna yet? no? well, let me just say....RAVE! Hedningarna is one of my favorite bands ever, up there with The Sisters of Mercy. i don't really feel up to extensively plugging their music right now, but i will at some point. really good stuff, really deep personal associations. and i'm introducing my roommate to that too. bwahahaha.
i listened to beethoven's last piano sonata recently. i don't know where it came from and i don't understand it, but it's really something. i think i'm going drop hints on mum that beethoven sonatas would make really nice presents. i want recordings.
realMYST is coming out soon for the mac. this makes me VERY happy.
Cassie brought a Hello Kitty plushie with a duck suit to dinner today and said that she now had ammunition to compete with my stuffed Cthulhu. several people ducked under the table. i told her maybe i'd get a Santa Chthulhu. i have a new printer cartrige. life is good.
oh, the curious mood listing is because earlier today i was roaming around the Escaflowne Compendium collecting utterly random facts. did you know that the funny plushie Hitomi has in her dream sequence back on Earth with Allen in episode 8 is based on an super-deformed chibi-bug Hitomi drawn by the same Sunrise animator who keyframed the duel between Van and Allen in episode 26? thought so.
and i think that's it for now. i have the pigtails of doom. whee.
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this music is utterly, utterly fucking-amazing. i found it as the soundtrack for an escaflowne AMV. the AMV was a van/hitomi focused affair, but i think the song far better suits dilandau's attitude towards van, at least if you're a hopeless yaoi girl like me.

i would die for you
i would die for you
i've been dying just to feel you by my side
to know that you're mine

i would burn for you
i'd feel pain for you
i would twist a knife and bleed my aching heart
and tear it apart

i will lie for you
beg and steal for you
i will crawl on hands and knees until you see
you're just like me



oh the connections. oh the chills. oh the obssessive listening. oh the dilandau-channeling.

oh the fact that none of the above will make any sense unless you're my roommate, or maybe lisa.

in other news...
an article of my clothing got acronyms recently. this makes me happy. (the ASoC, referring to the Allmighty Shirt of Cleavage, a vinyl zip-up affair with a very low neckline, is the item in question.)
i decided that, if i had a breadbox, i would probably keep cthulhu in it, along with perhaps black body paint, nail polish, blood, etcetera.
i now know the very basics of programming in python.
my theories as to the changing waters in channelwood (this one's for all you myst freak[s] out there) are starting to solidify, in their own funky way. i might be writing fic soon. i already have fragments. bwahahahaha.
my roommate read my fragments of fluff-smut that i wrote recently (see pigtails in the first entry) and was made happy. cheese sauce rules.
i am wondering whether i might be able to make AMVs. i am also wondering whether this whole livejournal thing is a pointless venture of hubris that will alienate half my online friends because i swear. but mainly i'm noticing that this is a really good song. on the level of closer as far as dark love songs go, and given my associations with closer, that says a lot.
can't think of anything else to say right now. i hope ficness will happen. the muses are certainly noisy enough. i also have incredible amounts of shit i have to do that is getting procrastinated. eek.
*sidles away*

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