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.
That is pretty creepy.
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?
Where would we be without the words of modern technology to describe these things? *g* I think I've occasionally gotten the stop-motion animation sensation, although I couldn't name you any specific examples. (I haven't eaten in a while due to impending blood tests at the doctor's, so my brain's not working quite right this morning.) Is there anything that's more vivid about the experience than the vision for you, then?
Anyway, I think my brain is busted.
England broke your brain!
Yessss... I think I'm gonna go for non-fic, since I've had so much practice this year...
Heh.
Weirdo.
I know.
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.
Hmmm. That sounds...interesting. If I hadn't already read Object Lessons, I'd go out and buy that book.
No, just buying that stupid book today makes me so angry I can't even spell the woman's name right anymore.
*snerk* My copy came from Amazon Marketplace a couple days ago. I hid it in the bottom of my bookcase and intend to forget about it. Urg.
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Date: 2005-07-05 02:01 pm (UTC)That is pretty creepy.
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?
Where would we be without the words of modern technology to describe these things? *g* I think I've occasionally gotten the stop-motion animation sensation, although I couldn't name you any specific examples. (I haven't eaten in a while due to impending blood tests at the doctor's, so my brain's not working quite right this morning.) Is there anything that's more vivid about the experience than the vision for you, then?
Anyway, I think my brain is busted.
England broke your brain!
Yessss... I think I'm gonna go for non-fic, since I've had so much practice this year...
Heh.
Weirdo.
I know.
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.
Hmmm. That sounds...interesting. If I hadn't already read Object Lessons, I'd go out and buy that book.
No, just buying that stupid book today makes me so angry I can't even spell the woman's name right anymore.
*snerk* My copy came from Amazon Marketplace a couple days ago. I hid it in the bottom of my bookcase and intend to forget about it. Urg.