Archive for September, 2003

Today, I decided to vary in my background music as I drove to work. Instead of the usual anime songs, or the classical songs which held a dear place for a few days, I took one of the old neglected CDs in my small collection. Unknown to many, “The Best of Peter, Paul and Mary”. That was the wisest thing I did all day.

When the first song, “Blowing in the Wind”, started playing, it felt like five years had gone back. The only reference to the recent past I could find to relate with that song was the use I made of it in my Quest for the Cap of Danaan, that beautiful piece of gameplay that was usurped from me. I remember precisely, the Jester said “The answer is floating in the drink!”. The Jester and the Beggar in Astrid made me laugh at my own writings for half an hour the day I put that huge marvel together.

It was impressive, I note, that after all this time I still remember all the lyrics, not only to that one, but to the following, “Too Much of Nothing” – which I never truly understood back then – and to a number of others, like “Early Mornin’ Rain” and “Day is Done”.

But of course, I only have this CD in my collection because of one song. “Lemon Tree”. Perfect. Not the song – the idea, the situation. “Lemon tree, very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet. But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.” Beautiful analogy in its context. Fortunately I put it back into the past later today; I need no relation between the present and “Lemon Tree”.

“Leaving on a Jet Plane” was odd to hear. I knew it was on that CD, but I always remember it with John Denver – and always followed by “Goodbye Again”. Besides, the last time I heard of this song was in a blog I used to read, now long gone (thus no link), where it served as frame to a pictured situation which much resembled the song’s own. I found it interesting then, mainly because I believed nobody else knew the song at all, but that was all. I found it interesting today, because that was the first fact I associated with it.

The apex of past revival was reached with “For Lovin’ Me”. I always considered this the theme song of the relationship between an innocent young girl called Laya and a devious heartbreaker called Faulkner, Conrad Faulkner. He broke her heart twice, so foolish she was. I remember the first time well: white wine never tasted as bad as that day. If I ever, ever have the courage, maybe I will write about the misadventures of lady Laya Landale, the Poet of Scorpions. But I need a whole lot of alcohol to have that kind of courage. Back to the point.

It was funny that in the stupid mixture of present and past that erupted from the CD, the wrapping up song would have to be “Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right”. From a very selfish point of view, that could be the closing theme to a recent chapter in my own life (what a terrible, terrible expression – chapter in my life; argh, argh) – for future reference, it involved polar bears. And, no less, I see a parallel to that chapter forming before my eyes – not only a simple parallel, but something much bigger. Time will tell how much of a parallel it remains once it extrapolates the original.

I used to say “Time will tell” a lot. When time did tell anything, it was most often not in my favor. So I stopped using the expression.

Tonight I wonder which CD the gods will put in my hands tomorrow. But I am seriously thinking about hopping back to the safety of my Inuyasha or Kenshin Op-Ed collections. I believe I have enough past for this page of the novel.

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Now, to explain the third cat.

I have a friend who has a restaurant. On Fridays, it opens at night for a happy-hour, with karaoke and drinks. One Friday, late July, I felt like having a beer, so I paid him a visit. We talked a bit. He mentioned he had started working.

“An advertising agency. Fun stuff, I’m learning Illustrator and Corel, I draw a lot, the people there is fun.”
“Sounds like a nice job! Don’t they have an opening for a writer and proofreader?”

I asked for no particular reason. Probably “male bonding” – I learned the term this week. What I could not expect, however, was what he answered me.

“Actually, yes, there is. Our writer left just today, and there are no candidates in sight. Want to give it a try?”

And then people wonder why I have this firm belief that I am the central character in a novel. How in the blazes of Muspelheim does one get a job like that? I went to have a beer, and just that day the writer left the agency where my friend started working two weeks earlier. Few days later I was there proofreading ad folders and creating beer concepts. And that is what have been taking my afternoons, lately.

No need to get into details of my work, though. I said I would explain the third cat (adorable female cat, that is). Two weeks ago, a girl started working there. Without a doubt the cutest girl I have ever seen.

(Dramatic pause to add consistency to her cutesy.)

And so I wrote that post about the three cats.

Three days later, she stopped working. I have not heard from her since. I am left with Mewsette and Sagwa again. Bah.

Of course, later I realized the writer of the novel in which I am the main character just made a mistake. It was not yet the time to introduce that particular character. The scenario was not ready yet.

But maybe it will be, soon.

In any case, she had a funny idea of me. She had a firm belief that all students of USP are psychotical. “All that elegance and tranquility, I am sure anyday you will come into office with a gun and shoot us all!” No, certainly not. Destroying beautiful things is not a pasttime of mine.

However, I do concede, I enjoy greatly to see Iori’s many Desperation moves in King of Fighters 2002, especially his maniacal laughter. Same goes for Whip’s HSDM, Vice’s adorable laughter as she hits her opponent against the floor multiple times, and a myriad of other rather devious presentations of psychosis.

That is all for now. I need to write about three tales sometime soon, but the subject is too diverse from these. In any case, my purpose is fulfilled, the third cat is explained – and gone.

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Three adorable cats walked into my life recently.

(Three adorable female cats, mind you.)

First one was Mewsette, from Gay Purr-ee. This unknown pearl from 1962 was shown in Cartoon Network recently, and I am doubleplus glad I did not have the chance to watch it – this led me to recording it instead, and now I have it on tape with the cute dubbing. Of course, the dubbing replaces Judy Garland’s voice, but the songs are still in the original form. Ah, yes, Judy Garland – and some other names from Wizard of Oz – star in this animated movie. Also, considering it is from 1962, its animation is something remarkable. But that is not all, no no! That thing is a work of art. Art, indeed. Yes, I mean art – in the sense of ink over a canvas to form a painting. There is a memorable sequence that backs me up on this better than any description I could make. I will leave it at that.

The second adorable cat is called Sagwa. Watching it is a bit easier, since it is shown daily, but at the same time it is also more troublesome, for it is shown in the morning, which I do not have available. By chance I happened upon it a few times so far, on unusual days, and am glad I did. Unfortunately, it is no piece of great art as is Gay Purr-ee, but it is very cute. A show for children, however, but what in the blazes – it is cute.

The third cat I met today. Yesterday, for the purists, considering it is already Tuesday. To go further into this one, I would need to explain the past three or so weeks, which is not a subject for tonight. In fact, the third cat is not a subject for tonight.

Therefore, that will be all.

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Just a minimum note of the utmost importance: I have to record this magnificent quote where it can be appreciated.

“If the world was fair, I would be god. And vice-versa.”

I love it. Especially because it is mine.

Ask me not to define “fair”.

I will post something longer, yet less relevant, eventually.

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