Blogflog: Thar be dragons!
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lkh_lashoutsTitle: The Dragon's dead, Long live the Dragon
URL: http://blog.laurellkhamilton.org/2006/11/dragons-dead-long-live-dragon.html
LKH in bold, me not.
For anyone unwilling to slog through the giant slab of the first paragraph, it's basically LKH spouting at us her fantabulous page-counts and the couple of times she's gotten up to write things at strange hours of the night. And then there's this anecdote about how she was seeingDead People armies of imaginary mice:
The night of the 5 in the morning, well, let's just say that I knew we had a mouse, but the herd of mice I was seeing from the corners of my eyes just couldn't be real. When I typed the last word of the book, I made myself get up and go towards one of the mice. They'd stopped disappearing when I looked directly at them, which was kind of unnerving. I got closer, the mouse didn't move. Unusual for a mouse. I made myself reach out and touch it, because I knew it wasn't real. It couldn't be. It wasn't real. It was a curl of electric cord.
Well, congratulations, Laurell! You've discovered that sleep deprivation is the poor man's LSD! *golf clap*
Anyone that's ever had insomnia, university exams, children, or copious amounts of caffieneinjected into their eyeballs could have probably told her this.
Srsly, why pay for illicit substances when staying awake will do the same thing?
Ironically, I've had much the same problem, however, my mouse turned out to be real. Ditto with the cockroach that scampered across the study floor. Right now, my sleep dep hallucinations take the form of OMG SHIFTY DOORS where it looks like the study door is going to swing shut/open even if it's already closed. When the door turns ninja, I know it's a sign that I should go to bed.
There's some wank on Gary-the-Ex and how he didn't seem to know well enough to leave her alone after getting only two hours sleep, but, like, YIKES, her then-baby daughter needed taking care of and he had a job to get to at some stage. Holy crap, she's making parenting sound like it's such an inconvenience on her life.
Anyone who has cared for a small baby knows how the lack of sleep can get to you, but I still remember those cavorting hallucinogenic mice. I never wanted to do that again, but oddly, it felt good to be up and exhausted enough from writing to begin to see that edge of delusion. It meant I really had given my all to the process.
Uh. No. Just, no.
As someone who's done writing on the "edge of delusion" after some 22-29 hours of awake - trust me, it's not something worth repeating. While at the time you might think you're the Golden God of Prose - rereading it the next day, after some sleep, says otherwise. Mostly, my reaction is, "WTF? What the hell was I writing?"
Getting into that kind of state to "give your all to the process" is not healthy, either physically or psychologically - though, when you stop and think about it, maybe this explains so much of the crazy we've been seeing. She's purposely giving herself sleep dep to get into "the zone" and expend all her braincells on what she thinks is clearly the best shit ever.
Wow, a few weeks R&R to get her back into reality would be the bitchslapping from hell if she ever got it.
There was something about fighting the good fight in the new office, turning on louder and louder music to keep alert. Nine Inch Nails was what I blasted through the night.
*fangirl weep* I hope Trent Reznor smites you with his awesome Rock Godliness. Or at the very least, Maynard James Keenen comes prowling around and turns Jon into a pair of pants. (biglots thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rantingmule for the image link!)
Seriously, LKH, you're not worthy of NIN. NOT. WORTHY.
But something about the whole process helped the office be mine. It's been christened now. Or bloodied, or it's just become my space now. Again, very nice.
See, most people probably smash a bottle of champaign over their word processor to declare a new office open, but not our girl Laurell - oh no.
She's going to have a sacrifice because that's OMG SO PAGAN and she's down with the Wicca-ness. She'll lay out Virgin English, defile and debauch it before finally slaughtering it in a PLAGUE OF COMMAS!!! And so, her words are now stained purple with the ink of a dying language!
For this late night, early morning, session, Jon not only knew I was up doing it, but checked on me about every hour. I can thank him for introducing me to Nine Inch Nails.
J'ACCUSE! *points*
Jon must die. We need to drag him by his ponytail to the Hague and make him stand trial for Crimes Against Music, and then he can be sentenced to execution: death by CD. Angry fangirls can hurl NIN CDs at him like ninja-stars and chop him into bits.
Though, it's not like we realy need another reason. This just helps.
It is very nice to be married to someone that is intimate with my work, and my schedule. Someone who knows what I'm doing, and helps me with it.
See, today, she's got him back on the leash and has applied the Vulcan Mind-Meld or something. Thus yesterday's whine about how she didn't understaaaand how he could blissfully shoot people, helicopters and friends with his gaming buddies! is now totally forgiven.
Maybe she brainwashed him the same way Sutter Kane was turning people evil in In The Mouth of Madness, and anyone who reads the manuscript for The Harlequin will suddenly become her flunky.
LKH: *sticks Jon's head in the copier while manuscript is being scanned*
JON: OMG! NUUUU!!! *getsevilified zombie-fanboied* Mistress?
LKH: That's better. No more x-box for you, ever.
JON: Yes, Mistress.
The last part of this blog entry brings back that goddamned dragon metaphor. Painfully.
I'm a writer, and that is a solitary beast. You can ask people to look stuff over once you're finished, or bounce ideas off them, but in the end the writing is done alone.
Y'know, unless you actually collaborate with someone to write.
You fight the dragon by yourself. But it's nice to know I've got a base camp where people are waiting at the bottom of the hill with tea and sandwiches.
Which, when you've sent off someone to go fight a dragon, is actually kinda useless. *golf claps* Gosh, Laurell, if you're going to have a base camp, you'd think you'd want usefull things there, like, I don't know, a convenient army to back you up? How about a dragon diplomat that might be able to resolve things with said dragon peacefully? You never know, you could be going off to hack to bits a creature that probably just wants to look at itspreciousss shiny things and contemplate the meaning of the universe - I know if that's all I wanted to do and someone came along to try to kill me, I'd get cranky and want to smush them.
It's even nicer to know that if I've been too long in the cave that someone will grab a torch and brave the hill, and see who's winning.
And then the villagers point and laugh as Laurell gets her ass kicked and bets change from backing our valiant heroine to the dragon.
The dragon is dead, the book is done. But I guess writing a book is like a CSI episode where the dragon slayer has to dissect the body, and clean up the cave, get it ready for it's next occupant.
TO RENT: One cave, barely used - sporatic murder-spree by author may occur. However, excellent village views.
Meanwhile, in Vegas, Grissom is probably using LKH's books as bedding for his bug collection.
Hmm. Writing for me is part muse driven rush, almost sexual,
O RLY??? YOU DON'T SAY??? OMG. *shock*
/sarcasm.
then sheer battle with blood and sword, then forensics where you dissect the battle and decide how best to cut the body up, then finally land lord, time to clean up the cage and put out a sign saying, "Dragon wanted."
. . .
So, she'll do a dissection with a sword, then kill the landlord, clean up the mess and hang a sign up to lure in new potential victims?
LKH, serial killer. The pun works on so many levels.
I wrote last night in the blog that I think I've got the beginning of the next Anita book in hand, maybe. If so, I've got a glimpse of the next dragon. It looks deceptively mild mannered, but then don't they all at the start? But the next dragon will be Merry # 6. I can hear the belly scales scratching across the rocks in the distance. It's on it's way, and it's big one, but then, aren't they all.
Oh Laurell, they're all so very big! Bigger, thicker, wider than you could ever imagine - but it's okay! Because you know your heroine will beso wet and tight and oh god, wet and tight ready for them!
I'd ask how much more she can wank up the dragon analogy, but like the better mousetrap, LKH will probably write a better wank.
EDIT:pith, are we allowed to have a "wank: the dragon" tag? It's even puntastic. omg, yaye! We have a "wank: the dragon" tag! *boogies*
URL: http://blog.laurellkhamilton.org/2006/11/dragons-dead-long-live-dragon.html
LKH in bold, me not.
For anyone unwilling to slog through the giant slab of the first paragraph, it's basically LKH spouting at us her fantabulous page-counts and the couple of times she's gotten up to write things at strange hours of the night. And then there's this anecdote about how she was seeing
The night of the 5 in the morning, well, let's just say that I knew we had a mouse, but the herd of mice I was seeing from the corners of my eyes just couldn't be real. When I typed the last word of the book, I made myself get up and go towards one of the mice. They'd stopped disappearing when I looked directly at them, which was kind of unnerving. I got closer, the mouse didn't move. Unusual for a mouse. I made myself reach out and touch it, because I knew it wasn't real. It couldn't be. It wasn't real. It was a curl of electric cord.
Well, congratulations, Laurell! You've discovered that sleep deprivation is the poor man's LSD! *golf clap*
Anyone that's ever had insomnia, university exams, children, or copious amounts of caffiene
Srsly, why pay for illicit substances when staying awake will do the same thing?
Ironically, I've had much the same problem, however, my mouse turned out to be real. Ditto with the cockroach that scampered across the study floor. Right now, my sleep dep hallucinations take the form of OMG SHIFTY DOORS where it looks like the study door is going to swing shut/open even if it's already closed. When the door turns ninja, I know it's a sign that I should go to bed.
There's some wank on Gary-the-Ex and how he didn't seem to know well enough to leave her alone after getting only two hours sleep, but, like, YIKES, her then-baby daughter needed taking care of and he had a job to get to at some stage. Holy crap, she's making parenting sound like it's such an inconvenience on her life.
Anyone who has cared for a small baby knows how the lack of sleep can get to you, but I still remember those cavorting hallucinogenic mice. I never wanted to do that again, but oddly, it felt good to be up and exhausted enough from writing to begin to see that edge of delusion. It meant I really had given my all to the process.
Uh. No. Just, no.
As someone who's done writing on the "edge of delusion" after some 22-29 hours of awake - trust me, it's not something worth repeating. While at the time you might think you're the Golden God of Prose - rereading it the next day, after some sleep, says otherwise. Mostly, my reaction is, "WTF? What the hell was I writing?"
Getting into that kind of state to "give your all to the process" is not healthy, either physically or psychologically - though, when you stop and think about it, maybe this explains so much of the crazy we've been seeing. She's purposely giving herself sleep dep to get into "the zone" and expend all her braincells on what she thinks is clearly the best shit ever.
Wow, a few weeks R&R to get her back into reality would be the bitchslapping from hell if she ever got it.
There was something about fighting the good fight in the new office, turning on louder and louder music to keep alert. Nine Inch Nails was what I blasted through the night.
*fangirl weep* I hope Trent Reznor smites you with his awesome Rock Godliness. Or at the very least, Maynard James Keenen comes prowling around and turns Jon into a pair of pants. (biglots thanks to
rantingmule for the image link!)Seriously, LKH, you're not worthy of NIN. NOT. WORTHY.
But something about the whole process helped the office be mine. It's been christened now. Or bloodied, or it's just become my space now. Again, very nice.
See, most people probably smash a bottle of champaign over their word processor to declare a new office open, but not our girl Laurell - oh no.
She's going to have a sacrifice because that's OMG SO PAGAN and she's down with the Wicca-ness. She'll lay out Virgin English, defile and debauch it before finally slaughtering it in a PLAGUE OF COMMAS!!! And so, her words are now stained purple with the ink of a dying language!
For this late night, early morning, session, Jon not only knew I was up doing it, but checked on me about every hour. I can thank him for introducing me to Nine Inch Nails.
J'ACCUSE! *points*
Jon must die. We need to drag him by his ponytail to the Hague and make him stand trial for Crimes Against Music, and then he can be sentenced to execution: death by CD. Angry fangirls can hurl NIN CDs at him like ninja-stars and chop him into bits.
Though, it's not like we realy need another reason. This just helps.
It is very nice to be married to someone that is intimate with my work, and my schedule. Someone who knows what I'm doing, and helps me with it.
See, today, she's got him back on the leash and has applied the Vulcan Mind-Meld or something. Thus yesterday's whine about how she didn't understaaaand how he could blissfully shoot people, helicopters and friends with his gaming buddies! is now totally forgiven.
Maybe she brainwashed him the same way Sutter Kane was turning people evil in In The Mouth of Madness, and anyone who reads the manuscript for The Harlequin will suddenly become her flunky.
LKH: *sticks Jon's head in the copier while manuscript is being scanned*
JON: OMG! NUUUU!!! *gets
LKH: That's better. No more x-box for you, ever.
JON: Yes, Mistress.
The last part of this blog entry brings back that goddamned dragon metaphor. Painfully.
I'm a writer, and that is a solitary beast. You can ask people to look stuff over once you're finished, or bounce ideas off them, but in the end the writing is done alone.
Y'know, unless you actually collaborate with someone to write.
You fight the dragon by yourself. But it's nice to know I've got a base camp where people are waiting at the bottom of the hill with tea and sandwiches.
Which, when you've sent off someone to go fight a dragon, is actually kinda useless. *golf claps* Gosh, Laurell, if you're going to have a base camp, you'd think you'd want usefull things there, like, I don't know, a convenient army to back you up? How about a dragon diplomat that might be able to resolve things with said dragon peacefully? You never know, you could be going off to hack to bits a creature that probably just wants to look at its
It's even nicer to know that if I've been too long in the cave that someone will grab a torch and brave the hill, and see who's winning.
And then the villagers point and laugh as Laurell gets her ass kicked and bets change from backing our valiant heroine to the dragon.
The dragon is dead, the book is done. But I guess writing a book is like a CSI episode where the dragon slayer has to dissect the body, and clean up the cave, get it ready for it's next occupant.
TO RENT: One cave, barely used - sporatic murder-spree by author may occur. However, excellent village views.
Meanwhile, in Vegas, Grissom is probably using LKH's books as bedding for his bug collection.
Hmm. Writing for me is part muse driven rush, almost sexual,
O RLY??? YOU DON'T SAY??? OMG. *shock*
/sarcasm.
then sheer battle with blood and sword, then forensics where you dissect the battle and decide how best to cut the body up, then finally land lord, time to clean up the cage and put out a sign saying, "Dragon wanted."
. . .
So, she'll do a dissection with a sword, then kill the landlord, clean up the mess and hang a sign up to lure in new potential victims?
LKH, serial killer. The pun works on so many levels.
I wrote last night in the blog that I think I've got the beginning of the next Anita book in hand, maybe. If so, I've got a glimpse of the next dragon. It looks deceptively mild mannered, but then don't they all at the start? But the next dragon will be Merry # 6. I can hear the belly scales scratching across the rocks in the distance. It's on it's way, and it's big one, but then, aren't they all.
Oh Laurell, they're all so very big! Bigger, thicker, wider than you could ever imagine - but it's okay! Because you know your heroine will be
I'd ask how much more she can wank up the dragon analogy, but like the better mousetrap, LKH will probably write a better wank.
EDIT:
pith, are we allowed to have a "wank: the dragon" tag? It's even puntastic.
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Date: 2006-11-26 05:41 pm (UTC)She Is. So. Not. Worthy.
And the one who introduced her to NIN? Should be repeatedly subjected to hours on end of Barney.
Fuck it all.
Why, oh why is this woman allowed to continue wasting dragons and oxygen?
Poor dragons. Why does she see them as being so evil to where she keeps using these bad analogies?
Come over here to me, dragons. I'll keep you safe and won't let the evil woman keep slaughtering you in here posts. I'll even write nice stories about you. *pets*
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Date: 2006-11-26 06:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-26 06:48 pm (UTC)And then a snarky song written about it.
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Date: 2006-11-26 07:11 pm (UTC)Except, that song would then be giving her wayyy too much credit.
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Date: 2006-11-26 06:42 pm (UTC)Oh man, I'm now getting mental images of the characters trading timeslots so they can try to avoid the Crotch as much as possible. "I'll swap you ten o'clock," "Only if you take tomorrow at noon, I have a dental appointment." "Crap! Oh...OH FINE!"
Or at least, a scheduling misshap and that's why we get threesomes and the like.
JC: Wait, I thought it was my turn tonight.
ASHER: It was? Mon ami, I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking.
JC: Go now before she sees yo--
ANITA: OMG, ASHER! SEX MEH!
ASHER:
JC: Don't worry, my love, she'll be at home tomorrow night and we can get it on as much and as gay as we like.
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Date: 2006-11-27 12:47 am (UTC)Jason: Look, Richard, you've been calling in sick far too often. When you cancel last minute like that, other people have to cover for you.
Richard: I'm sorry, its just that the job is getting to me.
Jason: It's getting to all of us, i know. I'll make sure you're only scheduled for half-shifts, say on Thursdays? There's more than enough of us to pick up the slack if we know ahead of time.
Anita: WHERE is my 3:30?! Stick it in me!
Jason: *sigh* alright, i'll take this one, on account of you being Ulfric. But next time, call at least 24 hours in advance.
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Date: 2006-11-26 06:12 pm (UTC)Subtext: because my first husband sure as fuck didn't! He woke me up to care for my baby and then left me to go to work!
C'mon, there's veiled insults and there's this.
Hmm. Writing for me is part muse driven rush, almost sexual
Once again, LKH's speshulness pokes its head above the paraphet and spits on the writers below. OMG, writing is like sex!!!! I get such a rush from it!!! Nobody else does, just me, not anyone else at all ever experiences the pure, hotwet sexuality of writing!!! Because I am LKH and what I don't know about sex isn't worth knowing!!!
Yes, once again I want to vomit in an envelope and mail it to her. But this time I want a really big envelope.
And btw, when she says "pages" does she mean typed pages or written or what? Does anyone know?
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Date: 2006-11-26 06:20 pm (UTC)Then again, she also claims to type at 200wpm, which to me sounds like BS, but apparently some people can do that. Accuracy, however, is something else entirely.
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Date: 2006-11-26 06:32 pm (UTC)Only 'almost'? :p
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Date: 2006-11-26 07:22 pm (UTC)Aye. And if someone's ambitions, they could write a song to the tune of Peter Gabriel's "Shock the Monkey"
I think our next challenge should be "Things Laurell's Not Allowed To Talk About Anymore".
*steals all Laurell's NIN CDs when she's not looking* Our Trent. You go away now, crazy lady.
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Date: 2006-11-26 08:18 pm (UTC)And Trent Reznor will be leading the charge on the biggest dragon. He'll have the biggest, widest, thickest, broadest, longest
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Date: 2006-11-26 07:59 pm (UTC)am I the only one squicked out by the idea of having a husband that cannot even tie his shoelaces without a command?
Actually I would prefer the working husband with an own mind, even if I was earning millions ...
and if you do not want to be woken up at night by a baby DO NOT get pregnant, that isn't that hard either ...
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Date: 2006-11-26 08:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-26 08:13 pm (UTC)for the whole marrying one of you zealot like fans thing *shudder
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Date: 2006-11-26 09:07 pm (UTC)into their eyeballscould have probably told her this.Frankly, hallucinating mice isn't as wierd as it gets, when it comes to sleep deprived visions...she should count her ass LUCKY.
*dons sometimes-insomnia-sufferer hat*
Srsly, why pay for illicit substances when staying awake will do the same thing?
Ironically this is one'a the reasons I've never felt the need to experiment with drugs. :P I've gotten "high" off of pain, and I've hallucinated when I don't sleep for a few days. The former is a big part of why I'm a masochist...the latter is WHY I NOW HAVE THE HAPPY BOTTLE OF SLEEP AID PILLS. Because...seriously. Insomnia is Not Fun.
Ergo...why take drugs to hallucinate when I can take over the counter pills to NOT? X3
I never wanted to do that again, but oddly, it felt good to be up and exhausted enough from writing to begin to see that edge of delusion. It meant I really had given my all to the process.
I don't think that's a good thing. O.o At ALL. It isn't healthy.
She's purposely giving herself sleep dep to get into "the zone" and expend all her braincells on what she thinks is clearly the best shit ever.
This might also explain her "OMG DARKITY DARKNESS IN MAH HED!!!" posts. Scary.
Nine Inch Nails was what I blasted through the night.
Defiler, love? I'm SO FUCKING SORRY. *hugs Defilerwyrm LOTS*
First she declares herself a fan of APC, now this. Good fucking god.
(biglots thanks to rantingmule for the image link!)
OMMFG BIGLOTS THANKS FOR SHARING THE MAYNARD BELLEH WITH THE WOOOOORRRRLD. Because it is the best belly on the planet. *firm nod*
Seriously, LKH, you're not worthy of NIN. NOT. WORTHY.
AGREED.
I know if that's all I wanted to do and someone came along to try to kill me, I'd get cranky and want to smush them.
And YOU'D BE RIGHT, too.
Hmm. Writing for me is part muse driven rush, almost sexual,
TMI, Laurell honey.
Kudos on snarking the fuck outta her idiotic dragonwank.
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Date: 2006-11-26 09:42 pm (UTC)*is now sorely tempted to put out the call to all Otherkin dragon-souls and have them go kill LKH in her sleep*
Off topic...OOOOOH, TATS. I <3 'em. Where are yours? What kind of dragons? If I may be so bold as to ask. :)
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Date: 2006-11-26 10:35 pm (UTC)And yeah...she's using the knight-slaying-dragon thing, and frankly...isn't that like, some kind of euphemism for Christianity or some such bullshit? :P I dunno. I get the feeling she's...just being totally stupid. As usual.
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Date: 2006-11-26 11:04 pm (UTC)What an awesome clip. (Oh to be that fan!) And you found that amazing pic of him in those leopard pants too!
The internet's just so full of love today. <3
Makes the wank so much easier to deal with!
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Date: 2006-11-27 01:30 am (UTC)And yeah, I nearly choked to death laughing when I first saw that clip. It's a thing of beauty. XD
If you want more Maynard pics, I'll hook ya up. He really does have the most delicious belly I've ever seen. :)
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Date: 2006-11-27 02:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-27 03:46 am (UTC)http://www.aperfectcircle.it/picture-may1.html
...and...
http://www.aperfectcircle.it/picture-may2.html
...both have LOTS of good happy drooly Maynardness. :)
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Date: 2006-11-27 01:26 am (UTC)Is Jon an inanimate object? Shouldn't that be 'who is' ?
then forensics where you dissect the battle
Just because looking at the past action of a game, or whatever is called 'the post mortem' doesn't mean there's actual forensics involved. And please leave CSI alone. They know their formula and their plots and Grissom could kick your ass from here to Doomsday, you serial book killer.
cut the body up, then finally land lord, time to clean up the cage and put out a sign saying, "Dragon wanted."
SERIAL KILLING BITCH! Real Dragonslayers fight Dragons who threaten the livelihoods (livestock) or lives of the villagers or city the Dragon is nesting too close to.
Luring a dragon (or good story idea) into a cave (your mind) under false pretenses just so you can hack and slay and blood spurt = serial killing bitch.
Ok, this is what I come back from Thanksgiving and find.
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Date: 2006-11-27 06:56 am (UTC)But times like this, it makes me happy LKH has not yet found my favourite band and hopefully never will, because they are not only J-Rock, but still fairly below-the-radar J-Rock (despite being like twenty years in the biz), and they have lately been up with the gothy imagery. She would eat it up. :P
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Date: 2006-11-27 03:07 pm (UTC)I know. It's wonderful. :) I've actually shown it to some pretty heavy anti-Tool/Maynard folks I know, and they've had to grudgingly admit, the man's fuckin' brilliant. XD
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