The boar got fat on the richness of the land,
until his girth was too much for his frame to hold
and he returned drowsily to his mother
with the hope for milk from teats long sucked dry
At his back every minute of every day the shadow of the tiger uncaged.
no longer was he nimble, and he couldn’t turn his head
to see his passing fancies double back upon him
revenge in their heart and daggers in their hands
the tracks that lead him deeper still into the jungle
may have been his own, but still he fret the shadow of the tiger uncaged
“There’s nothing to fear,” He told himself twice over breakfast
“All of this running will only leave me weaker,
for when the real striped menace appears, I should rest.”
but his restlessness was too much a habit,
thinner still his fearful body grew in the shadow of the tiger uncaged
Then one day
the boar
stopped.
Eating.
Drinking.
Running.
He stopped all but the living.
And there before him came a great and powerful Tiger who said,
“Why did you run away from me, pig?”
to which the boar replied,
“Why were you chasing me?”
to which the Tiger replied,
“I wasn’t.”
The pig closed his eyes
and there he lie within the shadow of the tiger uncaged
Happy New Year to all my inu-tachi. The future is what we make of it!
I have been in vacationing in Italy for the past ten days with Takako and our rubber chicken Bubuka (photos to come) and it dawned on me just how incredibly expendable everything is. Who knew that the seven Gladiator helmets at the National Archaeological Museum in Napoli are the only ones left in existence. Following the fall of the Roman Empire it was a complete fire sale of culture and heritage, birth right and lineage. Everything had to go! The catacombs raided, the Colloseum stripped of its metals, everything melted down, burned, sold, shit upon. And what a culture it was! Advanced beyond its era. Intellectual! Anti-Intellectual! Deviant! All Inclusive! Exclusive! And it was wiped out completely and the world plunged into barbarism. I have so much more to say but, work calls. Photos later.
The trailers for UP did absolutely nothing for me. The visual look of the film was cartoonish and the characters were ugly and old and the ten year old in me was yawning. I went to see it anyway. In 3D no less.
The less said about 3D the better.
I was not blown away. Nor was I lifted away or any other weather/balooning metaphor you might think of. I did however really, really, REALLY like it. I went in expecting one kind of movie and got several different movies that were more or less nothing like what I was expecting. From the first 20 minutes, which is a brilliant betrayal of the audience by the way, the movie kept me guessing and then the second act happened and I wasn’t sure what the fuck the movie wanted to say anymore. That elderly people are just young people in old person skin? That we’re all susceptible to the poison of our passions? Or was it as Miley Cyrus said, “it ain’t about what’s waiting on the otherside. It’s the climb?”
UP was typically chamring and heart warming but the thing that really changes the Pixar playing field is… UP is FUNNY. Deliriously so.
I want a talking DOUG keychain right now! but I, I gotta be strong… just keep pushing on…
High and Mighty Color frontwoman, Maki (21), whose name is now and shall henceforth be devoid of mirth-making elongated syllables, has married Nakamura of Dreams Come True. While this comes as a surprise to most people who thought that Nakamura, thirty years Maki’s senior, was dead or something, it is right in line with the dreaded purple sky curse. Our track record thus far?
Psycho Le Cemu (pre- purple sky but is it a boo related curse perhaps?)
PIERROT (immediately following my interview with Kirito)
Phantasmagoria (immediately following my interview with Kisaki)
High and Mighty Color (will they stick together and redeem me?)
While I guess some artists have bucked the trend (MUCC, The Back Horn), it certainly does seem like LM.C should be watching for the creeping shadows threatening to tear them apart.
Maki will finish out the year and then graduate come the new year. I’m guessing the band is done for.
I just want to point out that during my interview with her she chose “sweets over boys” I guess Nakamura’s got the sweets, eh?
Congrats to the happy couple? Dreams really do come true?
Procrastination is an art. And I am Van Gogh. Ear-lopping off goodness and all.
The best way to procrastinate is to repeat this mantra: Just one more game. Just one more website. Just one more e-mail. Just one more… nail in the coffin.
The best way to not procrastinate is total sensory deprivation.
To deprive is to thrive.
That being said, I have restarted work on a script I intend to enter into the Final Draft script writing contest. I have kept quiet about this latest project because I tend to NOT to do a thing when I blab about it to friends and neighbors. As if speaking of it offers me enough closure that I can go back to my darling Wii to waggle once more -guilt free.
The fact is, I now see that I am incapable of functioning as the appendage of a system. I am the heart or nothing at all.
In nearly all circumstances writing a blog entry about procrastination would be the gravest offense of it, but I am currently working under extraordinary circumstances which offer me no other productive options.
I will have more details on the three projects I am juggling soon.
I like the lyrics to this song. Sometimes simple is best.
Acid Black Cherry - Fuyu no Maboroshi (A Winter Vision)
your picture is smiling
and with the smile I so loved
on an early November morning
you left for Heaven…
I never could take the cold,
I know you liked it when I put my hands under your shirt.
How you adored the winter.
please don’t let it stop snowing
please don’t let it melt away in the palm of my hand
because it reminds me of how fleeting life is
I’m just searching for you with a trembling voice and frigid hands.
I need to find you soon,
because I’m a crybaby and a scardey cat
I knew you were nowhere to be found
but I caught the scent of winter.
just like a child, I played around and complained of the cold,
but since you would hold me, I adored the winter…
I can’t find you
I agonize so much I can’t sleep
“I want to see you…” I can’t hold back this need to see you.
I hold onto this dream, and quietly weep
looking for you.
if there is a god
and if god would grant me this one wish
I’d like to see you just once more
even if it’s just a dream…
please don’t let it stop snowing
please don’t let it melt away in the palm of my hand
it’s so fragile… I can’t speak.
I need to see you, if only in a dream
I want to warm you up.
I can’t find you
I agonize so much I can’t sleep
“I want to see you…” I can’t hold back this need to see you.
I hold onto this dream, and quietly weep
and bit by bit I begin to move on.
but i won’t forget you,
no, I won’t shed a tear.
because you live on in my heart.
I see you in the white wonderland
smiling like you did that day.
the illusion of night, the fantasy of dawn’s first light
what is it you hoped for with your constant lamenting?
a rain like poison wipes it all away
when the sun shines anew again
now spread both arms to the sky, and remember the promise made that day.
Like that day which hades should be begun from here again at.
It’s a win for you who never let go, and never forgot. But the same error isn’t repeated any more
sing the praises of a new beginning.
a driving rain wipes it all away,
when the light of the moon shines through the darkness
now spread both arms out, and remember the promise made that day.
Like that day which hades should be begun from here again at.
It’s a win for you who never let go, and never forgot. But the same error isn’t repeated any more
sing the praises of a new beginning.
now spread both arms out, and remember the promise made that day.
Like that day which hades should be begun from here again at.
It’s a win for you who never feared the dark. But the same error isn’t repeated any more
sing the praises of a hidden plot.
to raise a child? No, to kill an interloper. The biggest argument I can think of for wanting a 360 below. The combat looks like it got a big boost of insane.
