"Its body glowed a rich mahogany red, while the crest of spikes that ran the length of its neck and back were copper-colored in the sunlight."
Dude. Wanna hear something creepy? As I read that sentence, before I read your take on it, my mental camera panned down the dragon's back too. Except my mental camera is ghetto-fabulous, and it's more stop-motion than actual film. I can see still visual stuff pretty clearly in my mind, and I can link together a series of still images to form jerky animation, but I can't visualize fluid movement at all. If I focus really hard, I can almost see smooth motion, but then the rest of the detail of the picture dies. Except.. I can always tell the motion's there. Like it's the foreign-dubbed audio track on a DVD. It's there, and it corresponds exactly to the rest of the movie (well, in terms of soundtrack timing, if not lip movement), but it's saved in a seperate file. I know the quality of the motion, and I can tell you exactly what the motion is doing, but I can't see it. I can.. feel it? Anyway, I think my brain is busted.
I'd never have expected that.
Yeah, me neither.
That reminds me, I should write some samples for Advanced Fiction while I have time...
Yessss... I think I'm gonna go for non-fic, since I've had so much practice this year...
Dude, I cannot go for a fifteen-minute car ride without seeing about six different places I'd like to set a story.
Weirdo.
Hear hear!
Speaking of completely the opposite, you should read Ben Rice's _Pobby and Dingan_ for Jesse's book report. It's a great little book you can read in an hour.
Oh, has somebody started Mrs. Dalloway?
No, just buying that stupid book today makes me so angry I can't even spell the woman's name right anymore.
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Date: 2005-07-05 03:28 am (UTC)Dude. Wanna hear something creepy? As I read that sentence, before I read your take on it, my mental camera panned down the dragon's back too. Except my mental camera is ghetto-fabulous, and it's more stop-motion than actual film. I can see still visual stuff pretty clearly in my mind, and I can link together a series of still images to form jerky animation, but I can't visualize fluid movement at all. If I focus really hard, I can almost see smooth motion, but then the rest of the detail of the picture dies. Except.. I can always tell the motion's there. Like it's the foreign-dubbed audio track on a DVD. It's there, and it corresponds exactly to the rest of the movie (well, in terms of soundtrack timing, if not lip movement), but it's saved in a seperate file. I know the quality of the motion, and I can tell you exactly what the motion is doing, but I can't see it. I can.. feel it? Anyway, I think my brain is busted.
I'd never have expected that.
Yeah, me neither.
That reminds me, I should write some samples for Advanced Fiction while I have time...
Yessss... I think I'm gonna go for non-fic, since I've had so much practice this year...
Dude, I cannot go for a fifteen-minute car ride without seeing about six different places I'd like to set a story.
Weirdo.
Hear hear!
Speaking of completely the opposite, you should read Ben Rice's _Pobby and Dingan_ for Jesse's book report. It's a great little book you can read in an hour.
Oh, has somebody started Mrs. Dalloway?
No, just buying that stupid book today makes me so angry I can't even spell the woman's name right anymore.