This Is My Favorite Discovery Of The Week. It's A Delightful Horror Mockumentary Set In A Small Town

I have a question. It's a really silly question but I am curious. Pink Floyd. I LOVE Pink Floyd. I mean the Dark side of the Moon? Wish you were here? Beautiful. Amazing music. Probably amongst my favorite of all times.

But am I the only one who can listen to them only so much before starting to feel a mixture of existential dread and general depression?

The notable exception is my beloved Piper at the Gates of Dawn. I could listen to that one over and over again.

NB: some of this is and exaggeration for dramatic purpose.

I'll go and do a deep dive of their discography to gather more data.

THE FOOL ON THE HILL .     recorded: September 25-27 / October 20, 1967       filmed: October 31, 1967, in Nice

PAUL: I used to know Marijke [member of “The Fool”, the Dutch design collective and band], she was a quite striking-looking girl. She used to read my fortune in Tarot cards, which was something I wasn’t too keen on because I didn’t want to draw the death card one day. I still don’t like that kind of stuff because I know my mind will dwell on it. I always steered a bit clear of all that shit, but in fact it always used to come out as the Fool. And I used to say, ‘Oh, dear!’ and she used to say, ‘No no no. The Fool’s a very good card. On the surface it looks stupid, the Fool, but in fact it’s one of the best cards, because it’s the innocent, it’s the child, it’s that reading of fool.’ So I began to like the word ‘fool’, because I began to see through the surface meaning. I wrote ‘The Fool on the Hill’ out of that experience of seeing Tarot cards. (…) I think I was writing about someone like Maharishi. His detractors called him a fool. Because of his giggle he wasn’t taken too seriously. It was this idea of a fool on the hill, a guru in a cave, I was attracted to. I remember once hearing about a hermit who missed the Second World War because he’d been in a cave in Italy, and that always appealed to me. I was sitting at the piano in at my father’s house in Liverpool hitting a D 6th chord and I made up ‘Fool on the Hill’. There were some good words in it, ‘perfectly still’, I liked that, and the idea that everyone thinks he’s stupid appealed to me, because they still do. Saviours or gurus are generally spat upon, so I thought for my generation I’d suggest that they weren’t as stupid as they looked. [myfn]

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PAUL: It was during that time, A-levels time, I remember thinking, in many ways I wish I was a lorry driver, a Catholic lorry driver. Very very simple life, a firm faith and a place to go in my lorry, in my nice lorry. I realised I was more complex than that and I slightly envied that life. I envied the innocence. [myfn]

Still learning to use Krita, still very confused.

Quick sketch of a VERY young, very scared and still quite human Mad Dreamer.

I cannot stand the parodies of modern major general, they're overdone and simply not as good as the original. They've done them about everything, whatever topic, big or small.

And when i notice one of them my eyes will always start to roll.

The diction's always slurry when they rush the complicated words, and adding many fricatives will turn it so cacophonous. The slanted rhymes are silly and they keep just making more and more, please someone stop the parodies of modern major general.

The scanning of the lyrics in the meter is unbearable, they emphazise the syllables in ways that are untenable, in short in matters musical, prosodic and ephemeral, i cannot stand the parodies of modern major general!

By the way this is a lovely and funny series of video on the matter.

Admiral Pavel Chichagov might be one of my favorite failure of a man ever. It's hilarious. Poor guy was a fish out of water. Literally.

Barclay de Tolly and Bagration in Russian military camp circa 1812

I have my anatomy exam in two days and I should be studying but... it's late. And my brain is mush. I found this wip laying forgotten and I had at least to render the background until it did not look like an utter mess.

(I think it may be some unfinished ASOIAF fanart, because the tree is surely a weirwood, and the characters give me some Brynden and Shiera vibes, but mainly it was an excuse to learn to paint all the things I struggle with.)

I laughed so fucking hard at this

To recover from the stress of med school (exams in September are a sign of Satan's influence on the world) I've been re-reading some of @therealvinelle and @thecarnivorousmuffinmeta 's brilliant fics (seriously, I spent whole afternoons laughing like an idiot).

To have it set in the muffinelle-verse I used these for the casting:

Carlisle

Renata (with a charming fur hat)

Aro

Here's a some quick paintings of a scene from Nebuchadenezzar's Dream, as screenshots form an hypothetical movie.

(Luckily all other characters don't have any close up shot and can have vague and blurry features.)

Overall it was a fun exercise in working fast and loose and not getting bogged down in the details as I usually do when I work digitally.

Inktober 2023

Day 16 - The Master and Margarita

'So, she used to say, she had gone out that day carrying those yellow  flowers for me to find her at last and that if it hadn't happened she  would have poisoned herself because her life was empty.'

(Mikhail Bulgakov "The Master and Margarita")