Thursday, June 10, 2004
"Who"
The Whos. Pun intended.
Some of the "Whos" are omitted from here... it turns out people are a lot smarter than I've been giving them credit for. They know how to play Connect the Dots.
Or maybe OCD is just more prevalent in the internet community than I'd previously realised.
So the Whos, who are safe to describe :
The Latter
Diminutive. (minuscule) Alternative. Mischievious eyes. Passionate. Driven... and also a watcher - but I learnt then that there are Watchers, and there are watchers. There are those who (cough. to borrow a phrase from someone.) step outside the box, so that they can look in on other people... watching them, inside the box.
This form of watching... was not for re-minisce. It felt, to him, suffocating. So... egocentric. So. Meaningless. So utterly, utterly boring. And the Why behind her "Drive". Was a flavour that re-minisce could not attune himself to.
And where there was "passion" - there was... little compassion.
She left some letters "hidden" on my computer for me to find, in the aftermath. Did I miss any of it? Of course I did. Holding her close, and sharing her warmth. Watching her sleep, in peaceful repose. Sharing her company - when she still deigned to share it. When Shep was the constant companion, rather than the show dog to tie ribbons onto, and to rant at. When we spoke to each other.
Yes, I missed some of it.
But yet... stepping out of that fishbowl into the clear sweet air of freedom. Becoming myself again. Shrugging off the shrouds of elaborate and expensive attitudes and hypocrisies that I had borne for too long... was a relief.
The Former
Tall. Lanky. With her fair share of (unconventional) looks, oh yes there was that.
And eyes... such eyes. There was this thing she did, narrowing one lid and raising the other in quizzical... cynicism, usually. Or suspician. Yet the eyes themselves stole the show, always. They... glinted. Or glittered. Or became hard. They spoke, almost aloud.
Funny. Often laughing - so many different pitches in her repertoire. Witty - a laugh a minute, to be with. Humorous - the gears turning over constantly. Thirsting. Craving humour. Finding.
Watcher. Keen, razor-sharp. Watching... and thinking. Processing. And filing away - for later reference. Usually accompanied with evil eyes, or laughter, or both.
Driven - also. But ironically, her fears were drawn from her strength. Endearing fears. And imposing strength.
Hair? Short. Ear-length. Shoulder-length. Straight. Curled. Tied back. Clipped up. It... didn't seem to matter.
Sometimes re-minisce wondered : would she still have made the same impact if she'd looked vastly different? smaller? or heavier? or plainer?
Quite probably - not.
Throwing off the familiar cloak of friendship... was like tearing away his skin. Losing a part of himself. Molting into something much smaller, and emptier than before. He did wrong - too many letters, later. And even the odd phone call. He didn't molt completely the first time. There were patches of dying skin stuck firm, and left behind.
*****
No Stake in this
Rummaging around in the bag... Damn. I lent the stake to Buffy... grumble. Nevermind, there will be other days...
Harry Potter and the Prizoner of Azkawossname
Was actually pretty dang good. I guess it helps to have read the book first. But still, the then / now / then linkup sequences were cleverly done.
My grouse. Why did the Grim look uncomfortably like a street mutt with rabies? I was kinda expecting something big, and heavy about the shoulders. With red eyes. Sorta like Cerberus sans the two extra appendages (heads! heads!!). That'd give the werewolf a run for its money.
*****
Adults Only
Warning. The video clip above contains Adult content which some viewers may find objectionable, namely wrinkled old prunes, men in white, and individuals with underdeveloped senses of humour. um. OOoo. Guess that means Singaporeans can't view it. muahahah.
(background, from http://rainbow.web.com : "Although often introduced as the unaired pilot, this episode was actually specially made by the team at Thames Television. Geoffrey Hayes told us, "The VT department of each ITV company, every Christmas had a competition to enter all the outtakes from their particular companies programme output, and see which ones were the funniest. But ours wasn't an outtake, we specially did it. It was specially scripted and we did it and I never saw it! We did it and Thames won it, but what they actually won, I don't know.")
Some of the "Whos" are omitted from here... it turns out people are a lot smarter than I've been giving them credit for. They know how to play Connect the Dots.
Or maybe OCD is just more prevalent in the internet community than I'd previously realised.
So the Whos, who are safe to describe :
The Latter
Diminutive. (minuscule) Alternative. Mischievious eyes. Passionate. Driven... and also a watcher - but I learnt then that there are Watchers, and there are watchers. There are those who (cough. to borrow a phrase from someone.) step outside the box, so that they can look in on other people... watching them, inside the box.
This form of watching... was not for re-minisce. It felt, to him, suffocating. So... egocentric. So. Meaningless. So utterly, utterly boring. And the Why behind her "Drive". Was a flavour that re-minisce could not attune himself to.
And where there was "passion" - there was... little compassion.
She left some letters "hidden" on my computer for me to find, in the aftermath. Did I miss any of it? Of course I did. Holding her close, and sharing her warmth. Watching her sleep, in peaceful repose. Sharing her company - when she still deigned to share it. When Shep was the constant companion, rather than the show dog to tie ribbons onto, and to rant at. When we spoke to each other.
Yes, I missed some of it.
But yet... stepping out of that fishbowl into the clear sweet air of freedom. Becoming myself again. Shrugging off the shrouds of elaborate and expensive attitudes and hypocrisies that I had borne for too long... was a relief.
The Former
Tall. Lanky. With her fair share of (unconventional) looks, oh yes there was that.
And eyes... such eyes. There was this thing she did, narrowing one lid and raising the other in quizzical... cynicism, usually. Or suspician. Yet the eyes themselves stole the show, always. They... glinted. Or glittered. Or became hard. They spoke, almost aloud.
Funny. Often laughing - so many different pitches in her repertoire. Witty - a laugh a minute, to be with. Humorous - the gears turning over constantly. Thirsting. Craving humour. Finding.
Watcher. Keen, razor-sharp. Watching... and thinking. Processing. And filing away - for later reference. Usually accompanied with evil eyes, or laughter, or both.
Driven - also. But ironically, her fears were drawn from her strength. Endearing fears. And imposing strength.
Hair? Short. Ear-length. Shoulder-length. Straight. Curled. Tied back. Clipped up. It... didn't seem to matter.
Sometimes re-minisce wondered : would she still have made the same impact if she'd looked vastly different? smaller? or heavier? or plainer?
Quite probably - not.
Throwing off the familiar cloak of friendship... was like tearing away his skin. Losing a part of himself. Molting into something much smaller, and emptier than before. He did wrong - too many letters, later. And even the odd phone call. He didn't molt completely the first time. There were patches of dying skin stuck firm, and left behind.
*****
No Stake in this
Rummaging around in the bag... Damn. I lent the stake to Buffy... grumble. Nevermind, there will be other days...
Harry Potter and the Prizoner of Azkawossname
Was actually pretty dang good. I guess it helps to have read the book first. But still, the then / now / then linkup sequences were cleverly done.
My grouse. Why did the Grim look uncomfortably like a street mutt with rabies? I was kinda expecting something big, and heavy about the shoulders. With red eyes. Sorta like Cerberus sans the two extra appendages (heads! heads!!). That'd give the werewolf a run for its money.
*****
Adults Only
Warning. The video clip above contains Adult content which some viewers may find objectionable, namely wrinkled old prunes, men in white, and individuals with underdeveloped senses of humour. um. OOoo. Guess that means Singaporeans can't view it. muahahah.
(background, from http://rainbow.web.com : "Although often introduced as the unaired pilot, this episode was actually specially made by the team at Thames Television. Geoffrey Hayes told us, "The VT department of each ITV company, every Christmas had a competition to enter all the outtakes from their particular companies programme output, and see which ones were the funniest. But ours wasn't an outtake, we specially did it. It was specially scripted and we did it and I never saw it! We did it and Thames won it, but what they actually won, I don't know.")
