Hanh. They're not predicting any rain until Sunday, and then it's only 'light rain.' Yeah, sure. Last Monday was supposed to be 'scattered showers' until the day before when it became 'risk of thunderstorms,' and then day of when it turned into 'severe thunderstorm watch.' In fact it was (downtown at least) extreme deluge. I lay bets that the same thing happens by Friday at least. I crossed Queen's Park on Saturday and saw more than one large standing pool. *That* kind of summer: Queen's Park is flooded.
( Cut for Well-favored Man )
( Cut for Well-favored Man )
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Sunday, July 10th, 2005 01:12 pmSummer returns here as well, meaning hotter than comfortable outside and shortly hotter than comfortable inside, once the heat penetrates. I seem to have some sort of malaise, so far confined to tiredness and sore neck and various joint aches, which I'm hoping is sleep deprivation and not the onset of a summer cold. Possibly these reasons explain the emotional umm blahs as well; or possibly it's just divine discontent.
( 'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime picky reader blues' )
( 'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime picky reader blues' )
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Tuesday, July 5th, 2005 08:36 amOccurred to me that what Sorceror-Gentleman is most like is a manga. Those oddly assorted names are oddly assorted the way the Japanese would do it. 'Golias- that's a medieval name. Goliards were named after him. And Gaston, that's French, the counts of southern France. And Dewar is a cute name. I've always liked it.'
The jumping to important bits and leaving out the interim action- even when we've been led up to expect to see the action- and the emphasis on results also feels like manga cutting. We don't need to see it all. What matters is seeing the characters' faces as they deal with what happened.
I must add, in all honesty, that the last third or so reminded me of Angel Sanctuary as well, in its chaotic three cars driving down a cliff fashion. Keeping track of who's where doing what gets impossible as the various whos set out to get hold of the other whos who have just magicked out in a blast of flame, somehow *not* taking the villain who was bolted into the room with them along. In fact the villain is both alive and in favour as of book 2, and I'm seriously perplexed as to both how and why. He's a traitor to the throne several times over, at the very least; why does the throne still think he's necessary?
I was wondering how she'd avoid having her umm major character avoid the Marty Stu pit he seemed to be so nonchalantly galloping towards. Making him male-type dense at important moments wasn't the solution I was hoping for, perhaps, though it works only too well. (Stupid *git*.) And I need to find a term for this type of character, cause Marty Stu isn't it. Peter Wimsey is, maybe. You're not supposed to identify with this perfect male, you (the female reader by default) are supposed to fall in love with him yourself.
The jumping to important bits and leaving out the interim action- even when we've been led up to expect to see the action- and the emphasis on results also feels like manga cutting. We don't need to see it all. What matters is seeing the characters' faces as they deal with what happened.
I must add, in all honesty, that the last third or so reminded me of Angel Sanctuary as well, in its chaotic three cars driving down a cliff fashion. Keeping track of who's where doing what gets impossible as the various whos set out to get hold of the other whos who have just magicked out in a blast of flame, somehow *not* taking the villain who was bolted into the room with them along. In fact the villain is both alive and in favour as of book 2, and I'm seriously perplexed as to both how and why. He's a traitor to the throne several times over, at the very least; why does the throne still think he's necessary?
I was wondering how she'd avoid having her umm major character avoid the Marty Stu pit he seemed to be so nonchalantly galloping towards. Making him male-type dense at important moments wasn't the solution I was hoping for, perhaps, though it works only too well. (Stupid *git*.) And I need to find a term for this type of character, cause Marty Stu isn't it. Peter Wimsey is, maybe. You're not supposed to identify with this perfect male, you (the female reader by default) are supposed to fall in love with him yourself.
New and useful
Sunday, July 3rd, 2005 12:00 amMight as well face it- I'm too old to be struck dumb by the novelty of something in English any more. Whatever it is, I've probably seen some version of it somewhere, very likely done worse or in a protean form but nonetheless, there, muddying the pure snow of an idea with its footprints. So much for new, then. At least in English. There's still Japanese, but that tried-and-true-loving culture remains an unreliable source.
( This leaves us with useful )
( This leaves us with useful )