much quieter
Jan. 3rd, 2005 10:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
incandescensWell, with everyone off doing stuff, it's certainly much quieter.
Mobile phone now working. Mild rapture. Hm. Must now purchase mobile phone case, as it will certainly not fit into already-overstuffed handbag.
I think I have things in order for going back to work. I guess we find out tomorrow.
Offside thought; manga/anime characters exist in 3d, but we read/write them in 2d. That's why we can produce such a huge number of different 2d views of the same character -- an infinite number of possible axes. And that's why we so seldom get them exactly right. It's all in 2d, after all.
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I've seen it before, the white bag placed over the head, the woman helped up onto the high stool as if she's being helped up the steps of a bus, steadied there, the noose adjusted delicately around the neck, like a vestment, the stool kicked away. I've heard the long sigh go up, from around me, the sigh like air coming out of an air mattress, I've seen Aunt Lydia place her hand over the mike, to stifle the other sounds coming from behind her, I've leaned forward to touch the rope in front of me, in time with the others, both hands on it, the rope hairy, sticky with tar in the hot sun, then placed my hand on my heart to show my unity with the Salvagers and my consent, and my complicity in the death of this woman. I have seen the kicking feet and the two in black who now seize both of them and drag downwards with all their weight. I don't want to see it any more. I look at the grass instead. I describe the rope.
-- The Handmaid's Tale, Margaret Atwood
Mobile phone now working. Mild rapture. Hm. Must now purchase mobile phone case, as it will certainly not fit into already-overstuffed handbag.
I think I have things in order for going back to work. I guess we find out tomorrow.
Offside thought; manga/anime characters exist in 3d, but we read/write them in 2d. That's why we can produce such a huge number of different 2d views of the same character -- an infinite number of possible axes. And that's why we so seldom get them exactly right. It's all in 2d, after all.
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I've seen it before, the white bag placed over the head, the woman helped up onto the high stool as if she's being helped up the steps of a bus, steadied there, the noose adjusted delicately around the neck, like a vestment, the stool kicked away. I've heard the long sigh go up, from around me, the sigh like air coming out of an air mattress, I've seen Aunt Lydia place her hand over the mike, to stifle the other sounds coming from behind her, I've leaned forward to touch the rope in front of me, in time with the others, both hands on it, the rope hairy, sticky with tar in the hot sun, then placed my hand on my heart to show my unity with the Salvagers and my consent, and my complicity in the death of this woman. I have seen the kicking feet and the two in black who now seize both of them and drag downwards with all their weight. I don't want to see it any more. I look at the grass instead. I describe the rope.
-- The Handmaid's Tale, Margaret Atwood
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Date: 2005-01-04 04:17 pm (UTC)