HARRY POTTER FANFIC
The way Hermione Granger saw it, it wasn't an issue of "having to make up her mind." Her mind was made up; she had chosen not to choose between one and the other. And, this most assuredly was not an issue of "having one's cake and eating it too," which, as far as Hermione reckoned, was a false issue anyway - a chauvinistic "straw-red-herring", if you will.
The decision was very simple: Hermione was going to maintain friendships with Harry, Ron, and whomever else she chose. This was as uncomplicated as it could get, and Hermione was understandably frustrated by others' irrationally, immaturely insisting that it was. They were third-years at Hogwarts; they were really too old for such sophomoric bickering.
Hermione heard a door slam on the other side of Gryffindor. She sighed and buried herself in a book of Potions. Professor Snape's exam was in one week; those boys had better things to be worried about.
Ron Weasley slammed the door to his room. What in Hogwarts did Hermione mean they didn't have anything to talk about? Ron honestly did want to only talk: things were getting complicated; he was confused. "Ice-cold witch," he muttered, and immediately felt a pang of guilt: he, Harry, and Hermione had been the most inseparable of friends for going-on three years now, and he knew Hermione wasn't just an "ice-cold witch." But Ron was having some horrifying second thoughts.
Ron threw himself on his bed, knocking over a pile of Potions books, and dolouriously tore open a toffee. His rat, Scabbers, came up to cuddle, and offered a gurgling purr under Ron's arm. "At least You can find some time for me, Scabbers," Ron whined.
Harry Potter crashed into his bed, exhausted from the second two-a-day Quidditch practice. Harry was a complicated young wizard, and he'd hoped the grueling physical exercise would calm his fevered mind, but all he could think about were his friends Ron and Hermione.
Harry sighed. He doubted even Albus Dumbledore would have any words of wisdom on a clusterf such as this; indeed, the entire situation insinuated a certain maleficence and decrepitude that only Lord Voldemort alone could have comprehended, if not contemplated, Harry worried with a frown.
He thought about getting up and visiting Hermione, but what would happen? They had nothing to talk about; more words would not help. As Harry pondered, he found he didn't Want to visit Hermione.
He should really visit Ron, anyhow - he couldn't remember the last time he'd hung-out with Ron without Hermione. Not that there was anything Wrong with Hermione - Harry, her, and Ron were as close as friends could be - but lately, Hermione kinda seemed to be making things kinda complicated.
See! Now Harry couldn't even think of Ron without thinking of Hermione, and getting an unpleasant feeling. Whose fault was this? Was there even any "fault" to speak of?
Harry finally decided to "blame it on Snape", muttering as he turned to Snape's texts, and tried to put Snape's words into his own unwilling mind.
Harry managed a grim grin as he thought, even Voldemort would not be too fond of Severus Snape.
END HPFF
Yes, I'm well aware that this is "elementary" fanfic. Why would you start writing fanfic when you've only gone as far as 1/8th thru the second book.
BECAUSE. This "semi-tabula-rasa" approach offers a Unique Perspective that you simply Cannot get when you have read all the books, seen all the movies, and read all the other fanfics 6,000,000,000 times.
I would maybe like to see this movie "We Are Wizards" which is a documentary on the Harry Potter Fandom. While anything that has a big showing at SWSX is bound to be hipsterish, And it's been criticized for being "short-sighted", it still looks watchable. Hey look apparently you can watch the whole thing on Hulu. Maybe I'll do that.
At any rate, I think Harry Potter has made Fanfic and Fandom itself into something that can no longer be ignored, but which runs an increasing risk of misperception-by-the-masses as it becomes more ubiquitous. I.e., we need a good documentary film on the topic, and though I suspect "We Are Wizards" is not that film, it's probably a step in the right direction.
My obvious question is, are there "Wizard Rock" Solo Projects of the Grim, Epic Atmospheric Black Metal variety?
Paysage d'Hiver Is the Black Metal Band O' The Post. Hale. They might even become Black Metal Band O' The Quarter, and I wouldn't shit ya. I've been listening to lotsa disparate black metal, majorly due to Burzum tributes, which is sufficient enough evidence for me to immediately give the thumbs up-or-down based on the bands' interpretations of the Burzum songs we know and love.
(for example: Black Queen's dangerous, brilliant cover of Burzum's dangerous, brilliant "Inn I Slottet Fra Droemmen"; but at least half of the covers/bands on "Visions: A Burzum Tribute" are Total Crap that should be deleted immediately)
Now, I've never heard Pd'H do a Burzum Cover; rather, their/his stuff sounds like it should BE Covered, as it is clearly in a league Apart and Above from your Rando Avg BM Band.
Pd'H's star is currently rising, if you could ever say that about something so "obscure" and grim.
I inferred that Pd'H's song "Welt Aus Eis" was basically its kind of "Det Som En Gang Var" (a song written by a Solo Project whose name eludes me but sounds like Turdzcum.) You know: an Epic Achetypical Macrocosmic Statement of Intent. Also, "WELT AUS EIS" itself is a ungetawaywithably awesome song title. Even nonfans of Black Metal cannot deny that.
The production, in a word, is godawful, but it's one of the few "godawful-sounding" productions that sounds better the more you listen to it. I know that's hard to believe. (Listening on headphones makes a surprising improvement.) This is definition Grim Freezing Black Metal even in soundqual alone. Like you're listening in the middle of the blizzarding, wintry equivalent of a bigass hurricane. The music also nicely evinces the feeling evoked by the cover art:
So, Pd'H gets big points for being a fully-unified aesthetic package. This is not drunkenly thrown-together, even though the drums and vocals are almost laughably "bad" sounding. But when the "Riffs" finally sink in, you start to understand what the fuss is about.
Where I find myself skipping a lot of black metal bands when they pop-up on my Philips 2gig, I find myself sticking to Pd'H, and not being able to delete them. Fact: they are proving to be a Keeper.
Now I need to use ebay to get a Paysage d'Hiver Shirt.
I felt like schlepping together a new Mix over @ 8-tracks, so I did. There you'll find full-length, Straightforward Black Metal songs for your solitary, autumnal, nighttime walking pleasure. I hope The Law does not end up taking the songs out of order.
Yes, I did put "WELT AUS EIS" on there. Very glacial. The song is taking over my life and taking on a life of its own. A slowly creeping, freezing, dying "Life."
Meijer and Walmart brand(tm) things - like cookies and cereal and ice cream and pop and windshield wiper blades and beluga caviar - are considered by economists to be "Inferior Goods" because they are Cheapest of their kind, and thus we could expect the Demand for them to increase when Average Income is on the decline, yes.
I should make it a point to shop more at the Dollar Store.
I just "won" "Call of Duty 3" and "Shadow of the Colossus" (ps2) on Ebay. Reasonable, less-than-gamestop prices. I'm kinda excited. I do hope C.O.D.3. is a decent Shooter.
I finally made it o'er the hump in "Dragon Quest 8". It took about 3 to 4 excruciating hours to make any sign of progress, but, once you do, I could see the game being worth its $10 price. Especially if it stretches to "80-hours" like I've read. Some things that work against this game: the unfriendliness of that initial hump. You really gotta fight through it. You can't level up fast enough, you can't make enough money fast enough, and if someone gets killed, you're fucked. But once you get to the second village and get the boomerang (soundly attack all enemies with one blow), you start gaining money and experience at an overly fast rate. Oh yeah and the controls are kind of "clunky". Definitely not quite Final Fantasy Caliber over here.
Dissection never fucked around Live. I've been listening to live albums of Both pre-and-post-prison versions of Dissection, and it's all good. Well-played and well-sounding, yet still contains that Raw Energy a surprising number of Live Records lack. Live Records are really hit-or-miss.
Did I once say it was kinda hard to find recent Bob Dylan shows? I'm mystified as to how I never stumbled across dylannl.nl in all my googling. That site has basically every show Dylan ever did. Right there. You can just up and Have them Right Now. Point and click. Incredible.
No, not all women are trifling hoes. Maybe not even 50.1% of women are even trifling hoes. I didn't mean to give that perception last post.
However, unfortunately, my WELTANSCHAUUNG is shaped largely by TV/massconsumptionmedia/
How disgustingly awesome would it be to mix Meijer(r) Diet Rocky Mist in with SemiSweet [Cold] Tea? Just a little bit, just "to taste." I think I'ma hafta take it there.
"The Office" is done in "mockumentary" style, which makes it seem realistic, but the show is nothing like Real Life. Right? Real people are not so Tragic, Awkward, or Hilarious. In real life, Pam would have gotten married to Roy and the only time Jim could possibly have a chance with her would be like 10 years later when she's had 3 kids with Roy and she's as-stretched-as-it-gets, and she's gone off the deep end from her horrible and unsatisfying life with Roy, and is possibly becoming a haggard, old-faced alcoholic like Meredith. And Jim would be fatter and older and Royer himself, and then, one night, him and Pam would have drunksex and it would be awful and lead to nothing.
But seriously folks. Real life is probably somewhere inbetween those two extremes. What we can say for certain is that Creed is the coolest guy in The Office. I'm surprised at how Creed has not become a Hipster Cultural Phenomenon yet. Maybe he has; I try to steer clear of Hipsters. But all you need for evidence is when they go to the ice rink on Michael's Birthday / Kevin's Skin Cancer Day, and the only time you ever see Creed there is for 2 seconds when he is playing a Shooter Arcade game with two little boys, with an extreeeeemely grim look on his face as he squeezes the trigger with a purpose. A deadly purpose.
(It took a real long time to find that picture.)
I need at least an 8-Gig mp3 player. Looking at the Sandisk Sansa. Competitively priced, that. I refuse to get an iPod, because I don't like how it excludes itself from Useful USB Technology. Or, rather, how it makes you slaven to iTunes. I can't run iTunes because even though I can (soon) afford a low-shelf mp3 player, I cannot afford a new computer. (Although I am sortof saving for one. Also saving to "move out into my own bigboy-house". I am [trying to] saving a lot, for a lot of different things.)
A word about Taake: Taake grabs you immediately by "The Short 'n' Curlies" and never lets go. Taake is a bundle of contradictions: they are raw and Trve black metal, yet they are also very, very catchy. If I had to sum-up Taake in one phrase, that one phrase would be "nearly flawlessly-produced Raw Trve Norwegian Black Metal made-up of Fjordfuls of Awfully Catchy - yet Headbangingly Blastbeaty - Riffs." The even better news is that Taake/Hoest knows how to piece the Buckets O' Riffs together into a decent song; although, ultimately, Taake's biggest weakness will pry end up being "they just have Too Many Riffs." (Although some would think of the notorious German "Swastika Incident" pictured above.)
Sometimes there even sounds to be some "Riff-Cramming", which happens a lot in Death Metal. Thank goodness Taake Crams only Epic Raw Black Metal Riffs, though. Also, Taake makes complicated music sound easy and natural. The great production and the Great Vokills are the icing on the cake. (And yes, sometimes Hoest and Co do restrain themselves from the Constant Onslaught O' Riffage and will only have 5,000 riffs per song rather than 10,000, and it is a welcome change. If only they did that with more songs!)
I can understand people dissing Taake for being "Over-the-top" or maybe "style-over-substance" (I wouldn't agree) or even "narcissistic assholes" but, I would never Blame a person for thinking Taake is kinda awesome. Hale. I think they're kinda awesome. I would Totally go to a Show if they ever came to the U.S. Too bad they're total darky-hating racists, but, fortunately, such has never stopped total darky-hating racists from making Awesome Music.
I'll take a Racist Bandguy over a Hipster Bandguy anyday!
Eh. That's it for today. I'm still not done with the Kc'n'Kay Panabaker Fanfic, mind You.
So have a blablabla, and please don't give me second thoughts about wanting to GIVE YOU $11,0000.
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