awkward gifs for the win! \o/
[historical AU] in which the Cold War was fought with dark magic and scrying techniques, as opposed to missiles and telescopic lenses.
(I was reading The Looking Glass War by John le Carré, which has long technical sections about WWII operational transmitters for spies that use crystals as frequency relays. being who I am, crystals meant something very different to me than it means in the book. :D)
Listening to a piece on the radio about language: subjunctive mood, a magical timeless dream of an alternate reality built into the language, very limited to the languages that actually have a subjunctive tense (Proto-Indo-European languages, Semitic languages)
could have, should have, would have. Regrets, alternate possibilities, fantasies; future dreams, might be, could happen.
could be fun.
Real Name: cacheth / Sarah
Description: a frame-by-frame dryad grows up out of the ground, in a charcoal forest.
Real Name: cacheth / Sarah
Where You Live: Baltimore, Maryland
One Line Bio: dirty, paint stained fingers, covered in x-acto knife scars and ink; nail polish never lasts long.
Link to Record: http://www.hitrecord.org/records/329155
Tell Us An Interesting Story About Your Contribution: This was my very first traditional animation, made in 2008, for a high school class about Art and The Woods. I blundered my way through, charcoal and erasers and iMovie, to create 13 seconds of animation that ended up lost for several years until a tiny story on the site brought it back to life. Entirely unrelated, and yet perfectly suited to the story of One Living Organism. It's amazing to me to see how far I've come and how much hitRECord has taught me about the things I love to do. I've been animating ever since.
Description: A chubby cat gets swindled by a makeup ad, which promised to get her the boy cat of her dreams.
NAME: cacheth / Sarah
LOCATION: Baltimore, Maryland
ONE LINE BIO: I am an enthusiastic animator and illustrator; painfully awkward on camera; and wildly passionate about cooking, which is quite frankly getting out of hand.
LINK TO THE RECord THAT WAS INCLUDED IN THE EPISODE: http://www.hitrecord.org/records/1450042
TELL US SOMETHING INTERESTING ABOUT YOUR CONTRIBUTION: The creation of this animation was like a whirlwind romance; I was offered the chance, and couldn't resist. Days of hand drawn frames, an excessive amount of tea (I parked myself near the kitchen to cut down on trip time, and get more animating in!) and a lot of thought put in to how to get a boy-cat to look boy-cute. I got deeply invested in poor naive girl-cat and her romantic conundrum; despite knowing how it would end, I was always rooting for her. Actual heartbreak was involved.
I don't believe in Pat Benatar. A coworker told me once I was uneducated in music because I hadn't heard her name; when pressed, he couldn't think up a single song by her. I refuse to acknowledge her existence, except as an elaborate hoax from the 80's.
I kiss the clock at 11:11 and 12:34, because when I was 8 my friend told me that if you wish then, it'll come true. Most of my wishes are long term things, though, so I don't have any evidence either way.
I'm afraid of ghosts. Like, really, really afraid.
Whenever I'm alone in the car, I sing along to as many parts of a song as I can (and often when I'm not alone too, which gets me weird looks). My goal in life is to grow up to be an electric guitar. Or a trumpet.
In New York (and only New York) I don't walk over the grates. My mother doesn't either; she watched CHUD too late at night, and subsuquently trained me out of walking over the grates, because the things will get me.
One of my favorite smells is paint thinner or turpentine; my dad has been a painter my whole life, and his car has always smelled like spilled mineral spirits. Weirdly enough, it reminds me of home.
when I'm bored at work, I sing the Jmes Bond theme song to myself, which automatically makes everything I'm doing into a spy movie, and it's all a front for my spying, and therefore fascinating. (Sometimes, if I forget I'm not alone, people will join in.
I can't whistle.
(I keep adding things, I'm sorry)
A girl: thickly built, very curvy. More muscle than fat, like a weight-lifter, but it's not an obvious distinction. Dresses cute.
A mother: actually skinny, perfect makeup.
A boyfriend: cute, however that comes about.
A friend: fat, dresses self-consciously, pretty.
Another friend: athletic build, kinda boxy and boy-ish frame, but never gains weight anyway.
following the GIRL throughout a single day of meals:
BREAKFAST (bacon, eggs and cheese, tatertots; coffee with cream)
with the MOTHER, who criticizes her on eating too fast (in a loving kind of way). "You're going to make yourself sick, eating like that. I'm just worried about you." The GIRL makes a mulish face and eats more slowly, pushing food about, but still eats everything by the time they're done.
LUNCH (burger and fries, small salad; water)
with FRIEND 1, who asks how she can eat so much? "I'm trying to lose weight," she says, looking miserable and self-deprecating (she's picking at a salad with the chicken pushed to the side). "I'm just really hungry today, that's all," the GIRL says, offhandedly.
DINNER (spaghetti and meatballs, garlic bread; water)
with the BOYFRIEND. It's romantic and adorable, but when waiter comes back with the check, the GIRL says she'd like dessert too. The waiter gives an ugly look, and the BOYFRIEND glares; "Wanna split a chocolate cake?". She eats more than he does.
MIDNIGHT SNACK (milkshakes)
FRIEND 2 shows up at the GIRL's apartment. "You ready?" she asks. She's wearing a hoodie and tights. "Did you eat enough today? You were looking kinda pale last night; I think I've got an extra protein bar."
The GIRL shakes her head, "Nah, I'm fine. We can stop for nachos when we're done though." the GIRL is wearing a bathrobe.
They both put on masks, FRIEND 2 takes off her hoodie to reveal a superhero suit; the GIRL's wearing one too under her bathrobe.
"How about milkshakes tonight," FRIEND 2 says as they jump off the roof and go fight crime all night.
"Ooh, there's a good place on Alberta that's open late," says the GIRL.
"What are the consequences of everyone being divided into two sexes - Male & Female?"
one of the biggest consequences of this concept is the people who don't fit into the binary. sex and gender (being different things themselves, one biological the other philosophical), aren't as clearly cut either/or as media and society cares to represent.
gender roles are a result of the gender binary; as people try to break out of their societal assigned gender role, are they also breaking the gender binary? or can they maintain their gender identity while changing the way it's represented?
male and female aren't even the only recognized genders in the world - consider the hijra in South Asia [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hijra_(South_Asia)] and the two-spirited Native Americans [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Two-Spirit].
not only are there people who are neither male nor female, there are those who are both; and those who feel like a tiny box to tick on a job application isn't enough to actually describe them.
then there's the sexuality binary: gay or straight. well what about both? or neither?
what about fuck you and your tiny boxes?