Bringing the Special
Nov. 2nd, 2005 09:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
petroniaAfghanis-tan, or the greatest webcomic ever at this moment. Mikhail, I am disappointed that I did not see this on your blog first! Unless you blogged about it last year or something.
(Click the "Web-Comic" link at top, then the "Afghanis-tan" banner on the sidebar, and then where it says 第01話 etc. Of course It's not nearly as good if you can't read the Japanese - especially since the artist is obviously bent on education rather than taking the piss what with the mini history lessons at the bottom of each 4-panel - but um, you owe it to yourself to look at the pictures until Osama bin Laden shows up. You'll know him when you see him.)
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On Halloween I ended up watching Brazil with Cedric at Du Parc Cinema. Boy, did that ever bring the Special! I think it's the best movie I've watched since Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle, though a comparison can hardly be drawn. Actually it's funny because Ced had told me about 5,982 times during the course of the week that we were going to see this movie called Brazil and it was directed by Terry Gilliam (which I knew) but I kept forgetting... It's probably not a good sign when a 1980s dystopian SF film feels entirely topical. I was going to write that it was the stuff of my nightmares blown up onscreen with astonishing pinpoint precision but that's pretty much what Ced blogged as well. I actually was reluctant to fall asleep that night because I could feel it waiting for me.
(Though AFAIK I didn't actually dream about it, whereas I dreamt about Harold & Kumar. I was below the deck of a ship with Neil Patrick Harris and he gave me a giant bowl of powdered cocaine - like one of those bowls they serve you Asian noodle soup in - and told me to hide it. I dashed into the ladies' washroom but had no idea what to do with the stuff. It was impossible to just leave because a draft would blow it everywhere. Eventually I dumped it into brown paper and wrapped it up and stuck the packet above the radiator.
I dream anxiety dreams about drugs a lot. They seem to stand for "valuable but illegal and difficult to carry/hide/sell". It's like the opposite of dreaming you're at a giant department store sale without enough money.
Recently my REM cycles have corresponded with my morning schedule in such a way that I nearly always remember my dreams when I wake up. The settings are as detailed and interesting as ever. My subconscious is the best interior designer I know.)
But right, I am probably the last person to see Brazil (it came out in 1985) but if you haven't track down the director's cut. If only for the sake of the coolest steampunk computer terminal design ever. :D
(Click the "Web-Comic" link at top, then the "Afghanis-tan" banner on the sidebar, and then where it says 第01話 etc. Of course It's not nearly as good if you can't read the Japanese - especially since the artist is obviously bent on education rather than taking the piss what with the mini history lessons at the bottom of each 4-panel - but um, you owe it to yourself to look at the pictures until Osama bin Laden shows up. You'll know him when you see him.)
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On Halloween I ended up watching Brazil with Cedric at Du Parc Cinema. Boy, did that ever bring the Special! I think it's the best movie I've watched since Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle, though a comparison can hardly be drawn. Actually it's funny because Ced had told me about 5,982 times during the course of the week that we were going to see this movie called Brazil and it was directed by Terry Gilliam (which I knew) but I kept forgetting... It's probably not a good sign when a 1980s dystopian SF film feels entirely topical. I was going to write that it was the stuff of my nightmares blown up onscreen with astonishing pinpoint precision but that's pretty much what Ced blogged as well. I actually was reluctant to fall asleep that night because I could feel it waiting for me.
(Though AFAIK I didn't actually dream about it, whereas I dreamt about Harold & Kumar. I was below the deck of a ship with Neil Patrick Harris and he gave me a giant bowl of powdered cocaine - like one of those bowls they serve you Asian noodle soup in - and told me to hide it. I dashed into the ladies' washroom but had no idea what to do with the stuff. It was impossible to just leave because a draft would blow it everywhere. Eventually I dumped it into brown paper and wrapped it up and stuck the packet above the radiator.
I dream anxiety dreams about drugs a lot. They seem to stand for "valuable but illegal and difficult to carry/hide/sell". It's like the opposite of dreaming you're at a giant department store sale without enough money.
Recently my REM cycles have corresponded with my morning schedule in such a way that I nearly always remember my dreams when I wake up. The settings are as detailed and interesting as ever. My subconscious is the best interior designer I know.)
But right, I am probably the last person to see Brazil (it came out in 1985) but if you haven't track down the director's cut. If only for the sake of the coolest steampunk computer terminal design ever. :D
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Date: 2005-11-03 12:02 am (UTC)Who *is* the bishie then? And who's the robot?
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Date: 2005-11-03 12:10 am (UTC)(As for the bishie there was some bishounen beauty the girls were imagining collectively.)
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Date: 2005-11-03 12:28 am (UTC)Is it wrong to want an Osama-nyanko icon? Oh my god.
Thanks also for vrs recent musics. If I ever assimilate a working vocabulary of contemporary subgenres it will be your doing.
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Date: 2005-11-03 01:00 am (UTC)HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME HOW.
This comic makes me cry. Poor Afghanis-tan!!! My heart and brain are broke. T_T
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