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rionaleonhart) wrote2017-12-18 09:44 am
rionaleonhart) wrote2017-12-18 09:44 am
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It's Like A Whirlwind Inside Of My Head.
On Saturday, I attended a party at someone's house. There were some guests I knew, many I didn't; everyone was around the kitchen area. At one point I had to go up to the bathroom to change my sanitary towel, and then I realised there was no bin in the bathroom.
Who doesn't have a bin in their bathroom?
So I had to wrap up my used sanitary towel, put it in my bag and return to the party.
There was a bin in the kitchen. I eyed it longingly. But it was surrounded by PARTY GUESTS I DIDN'T KNOW, and I found myself reluctant to go up and throw a sanitary towel into the kitchen bin in front of a load of strangers. So I just stood there, paralysed by indecision, with this stupid thing still in my shoulder bag.
This may be the most Peep Show thing that has ever happened to me.
('What happened?' a friend of mine asked me, because it was apparently evident from my expression the moment I re-entered the party that all was not well. They were very amused by my hushed, desperate answer.)
In the end, I cunningly concealed it within a paper plate and threw that away. Nobody suspected a thing.
The Wind Singer, I discovered on my reread, is the origin of a scene that's haunted me since childhood. An infinite number of murderous teenagers are marching along, singing a cheerful song about killing. They want to murder people, but all of civilisation is on the other side of an enormous chasm. There is no bridge across the chasm. Their strategy for crossing is this: they march over the edge, and they fall, and they die, and eventually enough corpses will pile up at the bottom of the gorge for the next fallers to land safely on the corpse pile and walk across.
Did I read anything as a child that wasn't horrifying? I feel that this book and Animorphs probably had a big influence on my alarming taste in fiction.
The Wind Singer also gave me unhealthily codependent sibling protagonists long before I got into Supernatural. 'My brother's been brainwashed into being one of the murderous teenagers! I could run, but I think I'd prefer to just let him murder me.'
I played a little more Transistor at last! I've forgiven Red's sword for secretly being a person trapped in a sword and I'm 'shipping him with Red again. Her sword admires her so much! It's really charming!
There's a lot of really nice detail in this game. And the visuals are so stylish. And the music is great.
I think my favourite part is when the sword is in a bad way, and Red can't speak to reassure him, so instead she finds a computer terminal and types messages to him.
Who doesn't have a bin in their bathroom?
So I had to wrap up my used sanitary towel, put it in my bag and return to the party.
There was a bin in the kitchen. I eyed it longingly. But it was surrounded by PARTY GUESTS I DIDN'T KNOW, and I found myself reluctant to go up and throw a sanitary towel into the kitchen bin in front of a load of strangers. So I just stood there, paralysed by indecision, with this stupid thing still in my shoulder bag.
This may be the most Peep Show thing that has ever happened to me.
('What happened?' a friend of mine asked me, because it was apparently evident from my expression the moment I re-entered the party that all was not well. They were very amused by my hushed, desperate answer.)
In the end, I cunningly concealed it within a paper plate and threw that away. Nobody suspected a thing.
The Wind Singer, I discovered on my reread, is the origin of a scene that's haunted me since childhood. An infinite number of murderous teenagers are marching along, singing a cheerful song about killing. They want to murder people, but all of civilisation is on the other side of an enormous chasm. There is no bridge across the chasm. Their strategy for crossing is this: they march over the edge, and they fall, and they die, and eventually enough corpses will pile up at the bottom of the gorge for the next fallers to land safely on the corpse pile and walk across.
Did I read anything as a child that wasn't horrifying? I feel that this book and Animorphs probably had a big influence on my alarming taste in fiction.
The Wind Singer also gave me unhealthily codependent sibling protagonists long before I got into Supernatural. 'My brother's been brainwashed into being one of the murderous teenagers! I could run, but I think I'd prefer to just let him murder me.'
I played a little more Transistor at last! I've forgiven Red's sword for secretly being a person trapped in a sword and I'm 'shipping him with Red again. Her sword admires her so much! It's really charming!
There's a lot of really nice detail in this game. And the visuals are so stylish. And the music is great.
I think my favourite part is when the sword is in a bad way, and Red can't speak to reassure him, so instead she finds a computer terminal and types messages to him.
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An infinite number of murderous teenagers? Where do they come from?
You forgave the sword for secretly being a person?
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An infinite number of murderous teenagers? Where do they come from?
This is an excellent question that I cannot answer. There are beings that are children, but they're physically old - they have the shape of children, but they appear and sound elderly, and if they touch a child that child will also become old. And then they're unstoppably compelled to walk into a fire, and the fire makes them young and murderous? But Bowman (one of the protagonists) isn't one of the old children, and he's brainwashed into being one of the murderous teenagers just by staring into the eyes of a person who I think is somehow responsible for their existence. It's all very confusing!
(Trying to find an explanation, I stumbled across this thread, where a person who only vaguely remembers The Wind Singer is asking whether anyone knows it. I note I'm not the only one who was haunted by the canyon-crossing scene. I like the line 'I remember thinking as I read this book that it was weird, so if this description leaves you feeling confused, I apologise.')
I originally 'shipped Red and her sword, and then I realised that the sword was actually her boyfriend's consciousness trapped in a sword, which made me 'ship them less because, come on, it's not as much fun if he's not actually a sword. But I've warmed back up to the pairing now.
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Yeah, boyfriend trapped in a sword is way more mundane.
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Possibly? Possibly. There's a lot in this book that's slightly bewildering. The twins can psychically communicate with each other, and this is never explained or remarked upon. At one point the main characters, who I think are about ten, are miserable and hungry and have no idea whether they'll be able to stop the march of the murderous teenagers, so they just drug themselves up in order to stop caring about all that for a while.
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I was going to say 'well, at least that would ensure a bin in the bathroom next time' before it occurred to me that I would never be invited back.
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...I realize this is me being ignorant, but I had no idea that they could be scented. That sounds... horrible. Like, scented anything tends to wear on me, but especially something like that.
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