Happy Halloween everyone — especially young ones who will enjoy the opportunity to dress up and (unfortunately) eat candy. In order to hold the line without spoiling the party, you may use the healthy fun Halloween snacks reposted last year (see Related articles). This graphic featuring Ruth Moorehead character is based on Ginette's "Ma sorcière bien-aimée" tutorial. As always, it differs a lot from the original and I had much fun animating Boris the Spider you'll hear more about shortly .
Long before university where I started studying American fantasy writers of the 19th century, I was already a fan of Edgar Poe. It sounded only natural with Halloween coming up to invite you to discover (or rediscover) one of the most famous stories by the precursor of this increasingly popular genre that suspense literature is. Its official translator in France was none other than wonderful poet Charles Baudelaire (which goes to show that translation truly requires literary skills and that Google Translate may go f*** itself). Since this work has fallen into the public domain you may legally download it from Wikisource using the link provided below.
From my infancy I was noted for the docility and humanity of my disposition. My tenderness of heart was even so conspicuous as to make me the jest of my companions. I was especially fond of animals, and was indulged by my parents with a great variety of pets. With these I spent most of my time, and never was so happy as when feeding and caressing them. This peculiarity of character grew with my growth, and, in my manhood, I derived from it one of my principal sources of pleasure. To those who have cherished an affection for a faithful and sagacious dog, I need hardly be at the trouble of explaining the nature or the intensity of the gratification thus derivable. There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.
Matthew Bellamy's PC (Muse) matching the jacket
he's wearing in the "Panic Station" video.A Mac box to avoid looking out the windows.PC running on Linux Bistro Half-Pint (L)
code name Bladderbro..A good place to deal with day-to-day matters.
Prosecutor: Good morning, Worm your honor. The crown will plainly show The prisoner who now stands before you Was caught red-handed showing feelings Showing feelings of an almost human nature; This will not do. Call the schoolmaster!
Schoolmaster: I always said he'd come to no good In the end your honor. If they'd let me have my way I could Have flayed him into shape. But my hands were tied, The bleeding hearts and artists Let him get away with murder. Let me hammer him today?
Defendant: Crazy, Toys in the attic I am crazy, Truly gone fishing. They must have taken my marbles away.
Jury: Crazy, toys in the attic he is crazy.
Wife: You little shit you're in it now, I hope they throw away the key. You should have talked to me more often Than you did, but no! You had to go Your own way, have you broken any Homes up lately? Just five minutes, Worm your honor, Him and Me, alone.
Mother: Baaaaaaaaaabe! Come to mother baby, let me hold you In my arms. M'lud I never wanted him to Get in any trouble. Why'd he ever have to leave me? Worm, your honor, let me take him home.
Defendant: Crazy, Over the rainbow, I am crazy, Bars in the window. There must have been a door there in the wall When I came in.
Jury: Crazy, over the rainbow, he is crazy.
Judge: The evidence before the court is Incontrovertible, there's no need for The jury to retire. In all my years of judging I have never heard before Of someone more deserving Of the full penalty of law. The way you made them suffer, Your exquisite wife and mother, Fills me with the urge to defecate! Since, my friend, you have revealed your Deepest fear, I sentence you to be exposed before Your peers. Tear down the wall!
Unnamed Street: I imagine that neither the houses on this street do have numbers. So much fun for the postman!Slippery Cobble Street: Previously called Wet Causeway Street, it had to be renamed in May '68 after all the cobbles (except one) had been taken off.Lighter Way: One of the only places in town not having any lights at night. I wonder why...1Fool Galore Street: Just as its name suggests, it's a stupid street.2
I spent hours on this graphic and I'm very proud of the result. I designed it with Paint Shop Pro using external filters such as Flaming Pear Flood to generate water and animation programs such as Sqirlz Water Reflections and Animation Shop. I was inspired by Ursula K. Le Guin's Earthsea series she started in the 1960's and completed at the dawn of the 21st century. Earthsea is a vast archipelago of hundreds of islands of various sizes — a medieval world where magic is omnipresent and based on knowlege of the name of people and things. The above scene features Tenar — ex-high priestress in the service of the Nameless Ones and keeper of the Tombs of Atuan, fred from her charge by Ged the wizard (now Archmage) while still a young girl — twenty years from then, waiting for her beloved to come back from his dangerous quest in the land of the dead in the attempt to restore balance among the living.
I discovered the Waterboys through a French radio broadcast of one of their gigs in Paris (aeons ago). At the time, their Celtic folk-influenced sound carried rockier accents and the international music press enjoyed comparing them with U2, which was irritating — all the more since apart from sharing the same ethnic roots, the musical approach of this Irish-Scottish band was quite different, not to mention the significantly higher (literary) quality of Mike Scott's lyrics all down the line. This track from their second album A Pagan Place is definitely my favourite. Nonetheless, I have a strong preference for the cover version some American friends of mine called Ten Ten from Richmond, Virginia did two years later. Some might say I am probably biased so I'll leave it to you to make your own idea with a studio version found on YouTube (from their Walk On album released in 1986) but which lacks the ardour and strength of its live rendition. Please, let me know which one you prefer.
Ey@el
Everything is rags and there's nobody to blame but me and it would be so easy if there was no one to hurt but me But now everything that I do coming out of me will just tear through you In and out of you up and down your life like a curse Cast by the only Son of Rags who would wrap you up in all the finest tatters Though he wanted nothing more, my loved one than to wrap you up in joy but it'd never be with me — You and I are like two worlds not meant to collide Death to each other in the unravelling of time
So how do you..how do you... how do you...how do you like it ? What kind of...what kind of... what kind of dream would you call it to have one foot in Eden one foot in Hell to be always numb plagued by demons summoned by angels at the same time endlessly ?
But I will burn me right out of this place I will lay you down to sleep so when you awake I'll be gone and You will remember Nothing
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