trying to get this 'early' cuz i got stuff to do, but fatigue still dropped me til 1pm sleeping >.> for the arduous task of 3 hrs at work yesterday >.> body please
watched thru the youtube ken parsons backrooms videos last night, which was cool cuz i like how they expand a bit on the theory of the anomoly and build a little mythos for async. theres some elements i think are intentionally not quantifiable via the movie (like YT backrooms has time alteration properties, but we don't see evidence of that with clark & mary) but some elements that very obviously want them tied together (the decal o fthe sun on the wall in Found Footage 3 matches the decal of the sun on the wall shortly before clark & his employees get split up) but mostly???? i have a real hard time believing this is all blender. it's all SO well done. i guess the lack of focused human figures helps to keep the illusion that it's a real space. if we're only seeing them distant, distorted through security feed, you can't really tell (as much) that they're cgi figures. but really the backrooms series is a master class in understated mood. so much of the tension exists only as a result of the lowfi beats mixed with the eerie lighting angles (NOT something to be ignored, thank YOU) and the hesitant/anxious handicam POV.
obviously at this point i have my own speculative theories about what the Ken Parsons Backrooms are all about, but i think i'd be annoyed if it was laid out explicitly. for the most part though its any old tale of human hubris and greed, mixed with parsons' own personal fear of things that are Large Beyond Expected Scope. that's really the main Fear i pick up from watching his works - dude finds stuff unsettling when its size exceeds expectations by several magnitudes. listen, tho. i'm absolutely thrilled to have a horror director whose deep dark fear is the vastness of outer space. do you know how many of them just hate women. do you DO YOU ESPECIALLY OLD WOMEN DO YOU oamfdslkfasdfsdfadsfasd
usually drink my coffee black. put a little honey in it today to try to get it down faster and get myself moving.
something something my drs office got wires crossed and i got enrolled in a diabetes trial? i dont have diabetes, or prediabetes, or anything family history of diabetes? we were trying to go into a blood pressure monitor trial? i'd ask what happened here but i'm fairly sure the answer is as usual Vibe Coding. fuckin ai ruining everything as usual.
started drawing some fanart of max from godslayers (he is my fav, a shining beacon of optomism in a crapsack world) but who knows when itll be done, it feels kind of hard to complete drawings rn with the fatigue clouding my brain. i had hoped it'd clear up when i got my HRT shot but if it is, its not clearing very quickly.
possibly? the last day of swim-work tomorrow, which i guess my fatigue will be grateful for. but i'll miss, its really kind of a common trans thing to be like 'well i transitioned, i give up swimming in the pool forever now' because of transphobia. but toddlers do not judge and do not ask why you're wearing a shirt (to hide the gnarly cancer scars) and it's really very nice to feel like nobody's judging me while also being up to my neck in water splashing around. always loved to swim, growing up on the deleware n w a grandma whose condo had a pool. it's been so, so, so many years since i've jumped in a pool (because i got tattoos in my 20s and needed to hide them from my mother..) and who knows when i'll get the chance again.
i've kind of lightly floated the idea that some furcon should organize a trans-swim, since most hotels have a pool? and there's lots of us at furcons? just like, one blocked out hour in the evening or something where we can jump in a pool without concern for someone policing nipples or-lack-thereof. feel like the real thing here is someone with a lifeguard certification who can offer to tak ethe chair over for the hotel, since its really hotel lifeguards that often are the ones causing trans folk grief in the pool...
well ive already wasted an hour awake. i gotta get to work on things and prep for work tomorrow before my body drops me again. later
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watched thru the youtube ken parsons backrooms videos last night, which was cool cuz i like how they expand a bit on the theory of the anomoly and build a little mythos for async. theres some elements i think are intentionally not quantifiable via the movie (like YT backrooms has time alteration properties, but we don't see evidence of that with clark & mary) but some elements that very obviously want them tied together (the decal o fthe sun on the wall in Found Footage 3 matches the decal of the sun on the wall shortly before clark & his employees get split up) but mostly???? i have a real hard time believing this is all blender. it's all SO well done. i guess the lack of focused human figures helps to keep the illusion that it's a real space. if we're only seeing them distant, distorted through security feed, you can't really tell (as much) that they're cgi figures. but really the backrooms series is a master class in understated mood. so much of the tension exists only as a result of the lowfi beats mixed with the eerie lighting angles (NOT something to be ignored, thank YOU) and the hesitant/anxious handicam POV.
obviously at this point i have my own speculative theories about what the Ken Parsons Backrooms are all about, but i think i'd be annoyed if it was laid out explicitly. for the most part though its any old tale of human hubris and greed, mixed with parsons' own personal fear of things that are Large Beyond Expected Scope. that's really the main Fear i pick up from watching his works - dude finds stuff unsettling when its size exceeds expectations by several magnitudes. listen, tho. i'm absolutely thrilled to have a horror director whose deep dark fear is the vastness of outer space. do you know how many of them just hate women. do you DO YOU ESPECIALLY OLD WOMEN DO YOU oamfdslkfasdfsdfadsfasd
usually drink my coffee black. put a little honey in it today to try to get it down faster and get myself moving.
something something my drs office got wires crossed and i got enrolled in a diabetes trial? i dont have diabetes, or prediabetes, or anything family history of diabetes? we were trying to go into a blood pressure monitor trial? i'd ask what happened here but i'm fairly sure the answer is as usual Vibe Coding. fuckin ai ruining everything as usual.
started drawing some fanart of max from godslayers (he is my fav, a shining beacon of optomism in a crapsack world) but who knows when itll be done, it feels kind of hard to complete drawings rn with the fatigue clouding my brain. i had hoped it'd clear up when i got my HRT shot but if it is, its not clearing very quickly.
possibly? the last day of swim-work tomorrow, which i guess my fatigue will be grateful for. but i'll miss, its really kind of a common trans thing to be like 'well i transitioned, i give up swimming in the pool forever now' because of transphobia. but toddlers do not judge and do not ask why you're wearing a shirt (to hide the gnarly cancer scars) and it's really very nice to feel like nobody's judging me while also being up to my neck in water splashing around. always loved to swim, growing up on the deleware n w a grandma whose condo had a pool. it's been so, so, so many years since i've jumped in a pool (because i got tattoos in my 20s and needed to hide them from my mother..) and who knows when i'll get the chance again.
i've kind of lightly floated the idea that some furcon should organize a trans-swim, since most hotels have a pool? and there's lots of us at furcons? just like, one blocked out hour in the evening or something where we can jump in a pool without concern for someone policing nipples or-lack-thereof. feel like the real thing here is someone with a lifeguard certification who can offer to tak ethe chair over for the hotel, since its really hotel lifeguards that often are the ones causing trans folk grief in the pool...
well ive already wasted an hour awake. i gotta get to work on things and prep for work tomorrow before my body drops me again. later
