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the office chart #16
Jul. 28th, 2012 09:11 pmBecause I'm back in the office!
Productive(ish) day today. Giving one fic the planning stage it so desperately needs, and also wrote 1700 word prologue. Third potential prologue for the same fic, so maybe I'm not being productive at all, and I'm actually going in circles. If it gets written, though, I think this version is the keeper. Occasionally I have these times where I think "no, it's all shit, abandon it", which is actually what happened with AMLOR three years ago. So my own self-confidence is the hindrance at the moment, because producing stuff which I deem inferior severely bums me out.
Also did research into the availability of cars in pre-war Japan, conscription in WW2 and 1930s pornography.
The latter was necessary but so funny. Silent movies are kind of campy as it is, so a silent movie porno only makes everything that much stranger. Quite a surreal experience. Also flicked through some samples of 1930s pin-ups. Concluded that the research was not actually all that vital, because naked people are basically the same today as they were eighty years ago.
Anyway, the plan at least is helping, because if this fic gets written then the timeline stands to be very jumpy indeed. Almost as jumpy as my shitty internet connection.
I was going to type a fairly long-winded rant about the Olympics Opening Ceremony, but I think a simple LOL will suffice. What was with the fucking sheep? And the "industrial revolution" dancing?? And Kenneth Branagh?! Also, the fact that they used a New Order song instead of a Joy Division song irritates me. I like Blue Monday as much as the next person, but hello? Love Will Tear Us Apart? Transmission? Disorder?!
But anyway...
1. Lucky - Radiohead
2. Help! - The Beatles
3. Lull - Radiohead
4. Orenji No Taiyou - Gackt & Hyde (really)
5. Kasumi - Dir en grey
6. Amber - Dir en grey (still)
7. With Whom To Dance? - The Magnetic Fields
8. Railroad Boy - The Magnetic Fields
9. Transmission - Joy Division
10. The Ghost of Tom Joad - Bruce Springsteen
Productive(ish) day today. Giving one fic the planning stage it so desperately needs, and also wrote 1700 word prologue. Third potential prologue for the same fic, so maybe I'm not being productive at all, and I'm actually going in circles. If it gets written, though, I think this version is the keeper. Occasionally I have these times where I think "no, it's all shit, abandon it", which is actually what happened with AMLOR three years ago. So my own self-confidence is the hindrance at the moment, because producing stuff which I deem inferior severely bums me out.
Also did research into the availability of cars in pre-war Japan, conscription in WW2 and 1930s pornography.
The latter was necessary but so funny. Silent movies are kind of campy as it is, so a silent movie porno only makes everything that much stranger. Quite a surreal experience. Also flicked through some samples of 1930s pin-ups. Concluded that the research was not actually all that vital, because naked people are basically the same today as they were eighty years ago.
Anyway, the plan at least is helping, because if this fic gets written then the timeline stands to be very jumpy indeed. Almost as jumpy as my shitty internet connection.
I was going to type a fairly long-winded rant about the Olympics Opening Ceremony, but I think a simple LOL will suffice. What was with the fucking sheep? And the "industrial revolution" dancing?? And Kenneth Branagh?! Also, the fact that they used a New Order song instead of a Joy Division song irritates me. I like Blue Monday as much as the next person, but hello? Love Will Tear Us Apart? Transmission? Disorder?!
But anyway...
1. Lucky - Radiohead
2. Help! - The Beatles
3. Lull - Radiohead
4. Orenji No Taiyou - Gackt & Hyde (really)
5. Kasumi - Dir en grey
6. Amber - Dir en grey (still)
7. With Whom To Dance? - The Magnetic Fields
8. Railroad Boy - The Magnetic Fields
9. Transmission - Joy Division
10. The Ghost of Tom Joad - Bruce Springsteen
