It’s been a while since i last posted, sorry, reblogged (i’ve to keep up with trends) a deviantArt picture, but when else, if not the start of my sockseries would be a better time? So here goes the first one (selected as first by the php random function), rainbow legs by ~missbecca. The colours are intense, the lines and forms are intense, the position is as perfect as could be…
But do i really need to write all this? Just watch and see and love.
I had a note in my phone for a very long time, to remind me to write about a topic. I was reminded of it again, when someone commented on my favourite Maximum the Hormone song‘s Guitar Hero video, saying it’s “the best thing since women’s striped stockings”. Others say “striped socks turn me on”. I can’t help but agree… (I guess everyone has these “knacks”, and here i go coming out.) I browsed around deviantArt, and made a little collection of “instant love” pictures of the kind. For others interested in these most very delightful of women-wear, there is a specialised club on dA with a really nice (though naturally incomplete) collection. My collection is a bit in contrast with what i wrote about in the previous post–these pictures include most (probably all) of the possible positions to take photos of legs, and all are great. All. Period. I’m seriously considering posting each and every one of them on the blog just for the sake of it. At least then i would have the proper space and time to detail them, which of course i would love to do. Also, while browsing, i stumbled upon two more photos, which caught me. I guess way too many people would debate about one of them (and you know which one), to what i could only say that it has all needed. Who knows, maybe you’ll see more about those too later on. じゃね～
Now before the good parts i write about the bad, so that i could focus clearly on the beauty in the next post. It won’t stay secret for a long what it’s about–you can already check it out. To gather “material”, i was browsing deviantArt, and realised two (as for me) annoying kind of pictures. They are not annoying in the common sense, i just lack a better word. First are upside down pictures of a girl (typical example included). They usually seem really good. One is almost hesitating to click the favourite button, but just hesitate a bit longer. There are two choices: click that button, because the pic as it is probably worth it. Or you could give a try, and rotate it. A whole different world. Usually it’s not that much of a nice picture. Rather ordinary, or in many cases, the model is plain ugly. I couldn’t really believe my eyes when i first desecrated a photo like that, but that hundred eighty degrees of rotation can do wonders indeed.
The other one is related to socks’ or stockings’ photos. It’s probably only me, judging simply from the massive amount of such pictures, but i can’t stand photos from top. As seen in any example, these photos are (probably) taken by the girl herself (i at least very much hope that guys are not shooting such photos). The legs are in a few certain positions, probably considered very sexy, but from this angle, to me it’s just creepy. My idea of such photos is that the feet are closer to the camera or taken from the side. But not from the top. Never. Okay, hardly ever. There are counter-examples as well, but then those are simply breathtaking.
First impression: nice cover (see full post for pic). Second impression: why the heck do all books in series (see Harry Potters) have to have “Something and the Somethingy Something” (or in the case of HP “and the Something of Something”) titles? It’s a bit… cliché. Anyway. My brother wanted to borrow this fourth instalment of the Artemis Fowl series, and i decided that since i’ll be a bit overpacked (as usual) on my return to Japan in hardly more than just week, why not read it and let him borrow. So i did. It really felt good to be able to read two books in an afternoon, after the disillusionment of a mere hundred pages from Twilight in japanese during my lengthy travel home. Two, because i read the Arctic incident as well (second of the Fowl series), which i couldn’t really remember (though i surely read it sometime earlier). I had no problem remembering the first one, and i could more or less recall the Eternity code one (read it in english years ago). Now looking back, all the books have kind of the same structure, much like the Potters (not comparing qualities, different genre, just structures).
I’ve no idea what i was doing there, but all those strange and really ancient looking animals seemed peaceful. Well, maybe except for the blue tiger, or panther, or whatever, looking like a sabretooth. I decided to settle down near a creature looking like a rhino, sleeping-resting on a bit of an elevated platform. I sat down at the edge of the platform, looking at the animals walking around at our and at a lower level. I could again see the big blue cat moving smooth and gentle on the slope to our level. As it disappeared back from my peripheral vision, i decided not to be afraid just look and wonder at the beauty around me. After a while i could feel something coming close from behind, then suddenly i could feel the weight and see the blue beauty of two huge paws on my shoulders. There was no hostility in her and my fear was gone in an instant. She whispered something in my ears, and i could feel her changing into something more humanoid, though with a still feline form, with long blue hair. She hugged me and i woke up.
I was walking in a dark corridor of a familiar building, at least i felt it was familiar, although i couldn’t recall where or how i knew it. Two little cats accompanied me. Both looked exactly like my idea of The Cat, and were really nice and helpful. That was when my six years’ collection of National Geographic magazines decided to fall off the shelf. I didn’t fall asleep again.
I thought i was all ready, with all the presents and everything, and it turned out not to be so. I couldn’t buy any dvds today, which i’d have used to back up a few anime series from my home desktop computer to watch later, but of course in this great city no double-layer discs are available. Also, one of my presents just isn’t right anymore, due to a change… well, a change. And my present creativity has already reached the bottom line, meaning i have no usable ideas, at all—hardly any to begin with, just it’s easier to go random shopping in Shibuya with all the shops around, than in a small town with nothing just post-communist remains.
But it will be just all right. Or more than all right, hopefully much better than i had imagined before coming home. I was prepared for what i was not in the summer, that friends from Japan are facing for the first time.
Story. On saturday when i was running around with Sors in the capital, somehow we managed to stumble into two foreigner groups at the very same underground station (unintentionally). The (ticket)controllers (?), with their almost-japanese level of english knowledge couldn’t really help neither the philippino nor the bulgarian people. Latter were pretty surprised when i greeted them with (kind of) the only phrase i know in their language…
A great song from the new DSO album, totally unrelated. (Somehow this new one seems less catchy at first than the Butcher’s ballroom, still McDonald’s i’m lovin’ it.) Thus today became a DSO-day, i was listening to that all day, naturally when i was at home. When not, i was with people which means i didn’t have my headphones on (not antisocial enough for that). I have this habit of doing something-days in music, with bands at least two albums in my library. With just one it’s not fun enough, but from two on, unlimited. Change of subject, i started meeting people, yesterday as mentioned before, today Bogi, and tomorrow… well, no plans for tomorrow. If no one, i’ll just drive my family crazy making them listen to my music, which would (seeing the current trend) be DSO—and i guess everyone agrees that avant-garde metal might not be the easiest listening. Who knows, maybe i’ll switch to Tarot…
Oh, by the way, i found a really funny Star Wars-weather comparison page, via Yummie.
I had my first earthquake. Just now, before six (in the morning), on the day i’m going home. I just had my little breakfast, my wake-up coffee, and suddenly i felt my downside shaking. I first thought the coffee hit me in an unexpected way and strength, then i realised that probably just that wouldn’t start to swing my hanging clothes.
It’s so funny it took me eight months to have this experience. I’m feeling somewhat like Arthur Dent in Stavro Müller Beta. Or Barney after 200. Had this experience too. Now what?
Of course now that Christmas is about a week away, i’m bumping into stuff i’d love to have for myself, but… Well, maybe with time. Most of them are books. Many books. The few that are not books are an electronic guitar (if it’s about looks, i’m in love with the Epiphone Emperor Swingster), a dslr camera, and if talking general, a laptop. One that will be strong enough to play StarCraft II, has a bigger hard drive (meaning at least 150 gigs) and all its stuff are usable under linux (especially wireless networking and infrared is important). (Neither of which properties my current laptop has.) These are the stuff i plan to buy myself in the coming one year, but still it’d be nicer if someone surprised me…
As for books, there are waaay too many. Just now i was inspired to write this post because i read that the author of the Artemis Fowl series, Eoin Colfer has written (with permission, of course) the sixth piece of the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, and i’d like to read both. Both the whole Artemis Fowl series, by now six books, of which i only read the first three, and the new Guide. In addition to these, i’m still i serious lack of classics. That includes Shakespeare and Shelley just as much as his wife Mary Shelley, and all the other old “scary classics”. And all the Neil Gaiman books. I wonder if Shiga university library (if i get into that university) has english literature (i have no intentions of reading english classics in japanese), although i don’t expect them to have Colfer or Gaiman there…
The american “progressive” band. Just like that, with quotes, because i’m not so sure. I won’t go into in-depth objective analysis of their music, just write down what i think now. Which may change eventually. I was listening to Tool‘s 2001 album Lateralus for a while now. I found it (if i remember correctly) while i was looking up info on Dream Theater‘s Count of Tuscany song. When i listened to my library in alphabetical order, of course i had Tool, and that is thirteen songs of Tool in line, in the list. It didn’t really catch my attention there, just after half an hour i got the feeling “haven’t i heard this song just a few minutes earlier” and then again and again. Lateralus feels as if all the songs were of the same template. The song starts with a rhythmic guitar riff, muted, later joined by drums. Then a more powerful version of the riff for a few seconds, back to the earlier, vocals. The vocals are more like spoken than sung. Chorus with more or less the same music, vocals resemble singing a bit more. Then a solo, which is as if it wasn’t even there, and end the song the same way as it started. The songs in themselves are good. Some could be even called outstanding. But thirteen piled up together, it’s as if you were walking around a statue of Brahma and you’d be surprised that it has a face on each side. I was wondering, is this really the future of “progressive”? Consider this a “first opinion”. Who knows, maybe i’ll get to like it, just how i fell in love with Gojira. Check back then.
