Sane Inside Insanity: DAILY TF POST

venerdì, maggio 09, 2008

DAILY TF POST

Parto fra qualche ora per andare a trovare i miei cugini su dai miei, ma prima qualche cretinata arretrata sui TF.

Ho ripostato il mio indice di fanfic TF dopo averlo ribattezzato TRANSFORMERS: EXPERIENCE. Si chiama ancora OPTIMUS' QUARTERS sullo sfondo perché per rifarlo ci vuole Photoshop e non ho molto tempo. Adesso ho 5 stories in programma e forse qualche cross-over e collaborazione, ma spero davvero che la saga finirà con "La risposta".

Praticamente le sto scrivendo tutte insieme perché continuo a trovare echi e simmetrie e rivelazioni che vanno preparate in anticipo. Ecco perché, quando posterò la parte 3 di "Il vaso di Pandora" (era "Dietro la Maschera"), cambierò anche qualcosina nelle prime 2 parti.

Ho scoperto che Rodimus mi piace proprio. Nella mia guida a TF:EX (non l'ho ancora finita perché voglio conoscere meglio gli universi canonici) lo descrivo così: "Un giovanissimo ufficiale di Cybertron, scelto da Elita come suo comandante sul campo grazie alla sua brillantezza e alla capacità di resistere alla pressione. Può essere impulsivo ma è anche un professionista, capace di prendere il comando in un'emergenza, e ha una vena solitaria che lo rende simpatico a Optimus." Ecco l'immagine che mi ha incuriosito su di lui. E' quando Opti muore per la seconda (?) volta e lo riconosce come capo. Mi piacciono queste versioni "umane" perché rivelano così tante emozioni. I visi nei cartoni animati o nel film sono molto espressivi, specialmente Opti nel film, ma immaginarli come umani ha il suo fascino. Ho anche trovato un tema per Rod nella mia colonna sonora di TF:EX: Someday di All-4-One, dall colonna sonora di "Il Gobbo di Notre Dame".

La canzone di Optimus è decisamente Turn the Page dei Metallica. (Più della versione di Bob Seger.) Non so bene perché, le parole c'entrano ma non tantissimo; dev'essere la voce e il "metallo" che mi fa pensare a lui. *sigh* Dato che le parole sono nel video, vi lascio con il testo della canzone di Rod.

Have to leave in a few hours to see my cousins up at my parents', but first some long-due TF drivel.

I've reposted my TF fanfic index after renaming it TRANSFORMERS: EXPERIENCE. It's still called OPTIMUS' QUARTERS in the background because redoing that needs Photoshop and I don't have a lot of time. I now have 5 stories planned and maybe some cross-overs and collaborations, but I really hope the saga will be over with "The Answer".

I'm practically writing all five together because I keep finding echoes and symmetries and turns that have to be prepared in advance. That's why, when I post the 3rd part of Pandora's Box (formerly Behind the Mask), I'll also change some tiny things in the first 2 parts.

I've found I really like Rodimus. In my TF:EX guide (I'm still working on it because I want to know the canon universes better) I describe him as: "A very young officer on Cybertron, picked by Elita to be her field commander thanks to his brilliancy and grace under pressure. He can be brash but he is also a professional, able to take command in an emergency, and has a lonely streak that endears him to Optimus." Here is the pic that made me curious about him. It's when Opti dies a second (?) time and recognizes him as leader. I like these "human" versions because you really see the emotions in them. Cartoon or movie faces can emote, especially Opti in the movie, but imagining them as humans has its charm. I also have found a theme song for Rod in my TF:EX soundtrack: All-4-One's Someday, from the soundtrack of "Hunchback of Notre Dame".

Optimus' song is totally Metallica's Turn the Page. (More than the Bob Seger's version.) I'm not sure why, the words do relate but not all that much; must be the voice and the "metal" that makes me think of him. *sigh* Since the words are in the video, I'll leave you with Rod's song.

Someday
When we are wiser
When the world's older
When we have learned
I pray
Someday we may yet live
To live and let live
Someday
Life will be fairer
Need will be rarer
Greed will not pay
God speed
This bright millennium
On its way
Let it come
Someday

Someday
Our fight will be won then
We'll stand in the sun then
That bright afternoon
Till then
On days when the sun is gone
We'll hang on
Wish upon the moon

There are some days dark and bitter
Seems we haven't got a prayer
But a prayer for someday better
Is the one thing we all share

Someday
When we are wiser
When the world's older
When we have learned
I pray
Someday we may yet live
To live and let live
Someday
Life will be fairer
Need will be rarer
Greed wil not pay
God speed
This bright millennium
Let it come
Wish upon the moon
One day
Someday
Soon.

QUOTES

Heart shall be bolder,
harder be purpose,
more proud the spirit
as our power lessens!
Mind shall not falter
nor mood waver,
though doom shall come
and dark conquer.
(The Battle of Maeldon, translated by Tolkien)

He who has a treasure, or a demon in his heart, cannot hide it. (King Theodoric the Great)

I' mi son un che, quando
Amor mi spira, noto, e a quel modo
ch'e' ditta dentro vo significando.
(Dante Alighieri, Purgatorio)

The lambs will stop for now. But, Clarice, you judge yourself with all the mercy of the dungeon scales at Threave; you'll have to earn it again and again, the blessed silence. Because it's the plight that drives you, seeing the plight, and the plight will not end, ever. (Hannibal Lecter)

Kilimanjaro is a snow-covered mountain 19,710 feet high, and is said to be the highest mountain in Africa. Its western summit is called the Masai 'Ngaje Ngai', the House of God. Close to the western summit there is the dried and frozen carcass of a leopard. No one has explained what the leopard was seeking at that altitude. (Ernest Hemingway)

Would I embarrass you? Yes, it is possible. You see, I... I am crazy. I take the newer medications, but I still see things that are not here. I just choose not to acknowledge them. Like a diet of the mind, I choose not to indulge certain appetites. Like my appetite for patterns. Perhaps my appetite to imagine and to dream. (A Beautiful Mind)

Night gathers, and now my watch begins.
It shall not end until my death.
I shall take no wife, hold no lands,
father no children.
I shall wear no crowns and win no glory.
I shall live and die at my post.
I am the sword in the darkness.
I am the watcher on the walls.
I am the fire that burns against the cold,
the light that brings the dawn,
the horn that wakes the sleepers,
the shield that guards the realms of men.
I pledge my life and honor to the Night Watch
for this night and all the nights to come.
(GRRM)

Never criticize a person until you walk a mile in their shoes (Atticus Finch)

A warrior for peace is no less a warrior (General Korrd, unwittingly reminding of Yitzhak Rabin)

What was there to be gained by fighting the most evil wizard who has ever existed? Only innocent lives, Peter. (Sirius Black)

Whatever makes a soldier sad will make a killer smile (Leonard Cohen)

I'm rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel, boss. I'm tired of bein on the road, lonely as a robin in the rain. Not never havin no buddy to go on with or tell me where we's comin from or goin to or why. I'm tired of people bein ugly to each other. It feels like pieces of glass in my head. I'm tired of all the times I've wanted to help and couldn't. I'm tired of bein in the dark. Mostly it's the pain. There's too much. If I could end it, I would. But I can't. (John Coffey)

Oh, life! 'tis in an hour like this, with soul beat down and held to knowledge, - as wild, untutored things are forced to feel - Oh, life! 'tis now that I do feel the latent horror in thee! but 'tis not me! that horror's out of me! and with the soft feeling of the human in me, yet will I try to fight ye, ye grim, phantom futures! (Starbuck)

I have dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind. (Charlotte Bronte)

If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me? (Karen Blixen)

Do not you recognize me, Dumas? I am the rearguard of the Grande Armee. I have stood at Kovno, and thrown the last muskets in the Niemen. I am Marshal Ney. Give me a bowl of soup. (Attributed to Michel Ney).