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Nobody's been kind enough to fill my inbox with pointless email and journal replies today, so I'm spending my day alternating between staring at ASP and willing it to work and reading a lovely wankfest over on rec.arts.sf.composition, which started as Earthsea wank but ended up as Tolkien-elitist wank. It really hits its stride on the second page and keeps going, punctuated by wank about racism and discussions of multicultural and transgendered productions og Othello.
I think that perhaps my favorite bit is this aside:
I think that perhaps my favorite bit is this aside:
[referring to Glorfindel]
> Death by Balrog is not necessarily an inconvenience.
For some reason, this triggered an image:
[... fast forward to GANDALF and SAURON at an impasse ...]
SAURON: You've beaten my Balrog, which means you're exceptionally
strong. So, you could have put the Ring in your own hobbit,
trusting on your strength to save you. So I can clearly not
choose the hobbit in front of you.
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I tripped up on that, too; it took me a couple of moments to realize he was parodying The Princess Bride, but after that I can't get the image of Sauron as played by Wallace Shawn out of my head, no matter how hard I scrub it.
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Oh - keep meaning to tell you that the Death Note doujin project has sort of taken on a life of its own and turned into a doujinshi anthology (mostly by me realizing that DN by itself wasn't likely to sell a whole lot, but if I got other people and other series involved, then it would have a wider audience.
What this means - it's OK if something happens and our project collapses in on itself, because I'll have other people to put into the anthology. On the other hand, since I'm doing a Rising Stars entry, I'm now officially doing *that* at the moment and won't be able to get to DN until February, so we've got until February to work out a script. On the other other hand, if a new script doesn't happen, I'd be willing to work on converting your story into a comic script and using that, so there's really no pressure all around. :)
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Also, I'm curious: what're the other series involved?
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I'll email you the URL I've got for the project. I have no idea why I'm keeping it private because (a) it's easy to guess and (b) there's not a whole lot of reason to. Oh well. I'll send it to ya - as a writer, you're sortofofficially part of it. :)
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I've been listening to "Sweet Potato" for a while now. :) It's associated in my brain with your story so much that when I opened iTunes to drop it in I caught myself about to put it in the "J-Rock" playlist.
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(I have never been very aware of music other than what accidentally comes my way, though, so age isn't much of an issue when it comes to whether I've heard of someone or not.)
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Anyway, I've always been musically impaired - I grew up in Bryan, Texas (Never heard of it? Exactly.) where the radio stations played only Top 40, and when I went to college I somehow managed to find a group of friends who listened to show tunes and medieval dance music and filk, and when I got out of college, I ended up discovering classic rock. And now I've got a weird-ass eclectic collection that ranges from show tunes to Goth to classical to techno, much of which nobody's ever heard of.
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I'm so used to being the youngest person in the room/forum/group that it's weird having about half the people on my friends list in their early to mid twenties.
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I used to be the youngest person around, and then I moved back to College Station in 1997 and started hanging out with the Cepheids, the SF group on campus, and I then became one of the oldest people around, which has pretty much remained the same ever since.
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What's important is Tolkien's eyes. And I, unlike Jackson, can understand Tolkien quite well.
I'm not sure if I should be disgusted or grateful that people can be completely, stupidly, arrogant and not even realize it...