I use PS2, Imageready and have Photoscape available and wanted to make gifs for Tumblr - can you please advise how to make a gif like this?
( Where the text can be on different frames? )
( Where the text can be on different frames? )
It was a terrible cloud at twilight,
by Alessandra Lynch
humped painfully against
the last blast of light;
a threadbare wolf pressed in smoke;
a tyranny of doves on the outset pecking blindly white.
It was a terrible cloud—
everybody stared at its shifting instead of:
crumpled handfuls of animal below,
traffic lights, red beady ones, even yellow flashers,
green signs half-toppled, roofs slack with snow.
It was a terrible cloud—
isolated from sunset
and moon—on a furious sojourn.
THe wind swerved
again and it was two thin bears in suits,
then men in gasoline-proof
jumpers, long arms flagging
like those in buildings ready to jump,
then uneasy triangles or angels, whatever
everybody would believe. The terrible cloud
could not contain
its mists, it split into a wispy
shepherd, a faint sketchy
hand trying to touch
a boulder impossible
to budge. When it blew
to a blur, the village
wishfully claimed it, warning
the world it was sinking.
Everybody hooked fingers
through tree-boughs, shadows,
stones, strangers. The bell
to itself thought: How lost
have lost; how many lost lost;
many passing through lost; lost
to themselves, everybody thought (but
the were in on it—
they wore the same smoke).
by Alessandra Lynch
humped painfully against
the last blast of light;
a threadbare wolf pressed in smoke;
a tyranny of doves on the outset pecking blindly white.
It was a terrible cloud—
everybody stared at its shifting instead of:
crumpled handfuls of animal below,
traffic lights, red beady ones, even yellow flashers,
green signs half-toppled, roofs slack with snow.
It was a terrible cloud—
isolated from sunset
and moon—on a furious sojourn.
THe wind swerved
again and it was two thin bears in suits,
then men in gasoline-proof
jumpers, long arms flagging
like those in buildings ready to jump,
then uneasy triangles or angels, whatever
everybody would believe. The terrible cloud
could not contain
its mists, it split into a wispy
shepherd, a faint sketchy
hand trying to touch
a boulder impossible
to budge. When it blew
to a blur, the village
wishfully claimed it, warning
the world it was sinking.
Everybody hooked fingers
through tree-boughs, shadows,
stones, strangers. The bell
to itself thought: How lost
have lost; how many lost lost;
many passing through lost; lost
to themselves, everybody thought (but
the were in on it—
they wore the same smoke).
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The Blogaround
This week, Storiteller contemplated the many ways biking reverberates throughout communities. In National Bike Month, Week 3: Ride of Silence , she describes her participation in a ride meant to honor and remember bicyclists lost to bicycle-car accidents. A few days later, she pedaled her way to work, along with 12,000 other people in the region. Although it was Bike to Work Day, she made an unexpected pit stop on the way home to get a book signed by author John Scalzi.
This week Ana Mardoll posted:
Twilight: Painted Waitresses
(Trigger Warning: Rape, Surgery, Cancer, Choice, reference to BDSM)
Bella is sitting in the car with Edward while Edward calms down after rescuing Bella from a situation of possible gang rape.
Twilight: Painted Waitresses
(Trigger Warning: Rape, Surgery, Cancer, Choice, reference to BDSM)
Bella is sitting in the car with Edward while Edward calms down after rescuing Bella from a situation of possible gang rape.
This week Ana Mardoll posted:
Hunger Games: A Question of Agency
(Trigger Warning: Death, Agency, Reproductive Rights)
I've decided to run a Hunger Games deconstruction to post on a non-regular basis. This will not be a line-by-line deconstruction like Twilight and will not precisely be a read-a-long like Narnia; it will be a thematic deconstruction by chapter with the assumption that everyone is already familiar with the books. Spoilers lurk herein.
Hunger Games: A Question of Agency
(Trigger Warning: Death, Agency, Reproductive Rights)
I've decided to run a Hunger Games deconstruction to post on a non-regular basis. This will not be a line-by-line deconstruction like Twilight and will not precisely be a read-a-long like Narnia; it will be a thematic deconstruction by chapter with the assumption that everyone is already familiar with the books. Spoilers lurk herein.
This week Ana Mardoll posted:
Narnia: Savior White, Savior Bright
(Trigger Warning: Genocide, Othering through Romanticization, Nazis)
The Pevensie children have rescued a dwarf.
Narnia: Savior White, Savior Bright
(Trigger Warning: Genocide, Othering through Romanticization, Nazis)
The Pevensie children have rescued a dwarf.
Kit Whitfield continues her analyses of famous first sentences. This week: Little Women by Louisa May Alcott.
This week Laiima wrote about pattern complexity in plaids and paying heed to me.
chris the cynic reports: This week I wrote a post [Noninteracting Magisteria and the Bechdel Test] about the way female characters in The Avengers and Firefly have roles that don't bring them into contact, which also touched on how few female characters there were in The Avengers. I returned to .hack//Sign with a post starting on Episode 3 Folklore. I wrote a silly post about the various versions of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and a rambling post about Godzilla versus the Sea Monster. I also made an index of what I posted in the month of March.
Nick Kiddle writes: I have a post this week about my return to the joys of blood
donation now that a
relaxation of rules makes me an eligible donor once more.
Michael Mock reports: This week at Mock Ramblings, there's some big-ish news. At least, I think it's big news. Hope so, anyway. Back in December, I wrote a post aimed at Christian Parents of Atheist or Agnostic Children. In the months since, it has received a modest-but-steady stream of page views and fresh comments. This week, by reader request, I joined with Matt Mikalatos, author of My Imaginary Jesus and Night of the Living Dead Christian, to create a Facebook support group for parents whose children had left the faith (or parents who find themselves in comparable situations). The group is here. So far it's still tiny, but if anyone here is interested in joining - or helping out - you'd be very welcome.
Other weekly ramblings include an explanation of The Wombat Massage, the first section of a new fantasy writing project called Into The Game, some thoughts on Music Festivals and Ableism, and the second installment of Pimp My Art Friends.
Other weekly ramblings include an explanation of The Wombat Massage, the first section of a new fantasy writing project called Into The Game, some thoughts on Music Festivals and Ableism, and the second installment of Pimp My Art Friends.
yamikuronue reports: Last weekend we saw the first post in a new series called Decon Vs, in which my partner Chaos deconstructs two sports anime, comparing the way they handle characters and plot pacing and so forth. A new post in that series will be queued up for this weekend as well.
Monday and Wednesday both saw RSS Quickies posts from Real Simple Magazine's website: one on cleaning and one on children viewing pornography online. There was no TPD this past week, but Easily Amused examined the dark side of Hubert's character.Friday had another Life Lessons, this time on the phrase "everything happens for a reason".
Monday and Wednesday both saw RSS Quickies posts from Real Simple Magazine's website: one on cleaning and one on children viewing pornography online. There was no TPD this past week, but Easily Amused examined the dark side of Hubert's character.Friday had another Life Lessons, this time on the phrase "everything happens for a reason".
Last week Ana Mardoll posted:
Twilight: Appropriating Victims' Experiences
This is serious priority inversion, and it happens all the time in real life and in literature, and it irks me so very much. I have to assume it's a symptom of Privilege; when everything in your entire life has been framed in terms of how you -- Privileged White Male Vampire -- feel, then of course a traumatic experience that happened to someone else should immediately (and only!) be framed in terms of how the Privileged White Male Vampire in the room feels about things! It's just the natural order of things, right? Privileged White Male Vampire feelings come first.
Twilight: Appropriating Victims' Experiences
This is serious priority inversion, and it happens all the time in real life and in literature, and it irks me so very much. I have to assume it's a symptom of Privilege; when everything in your entire life has been framed in terms of how you -- Privileged White Male Vampire -- feel, then of course a traumatic experience that happened to someone else should immediately (and only!) be framed in terms of how the Privileged White Male Vampire in the room feels about things! It's just the natural order of things, right? Privileged White Male Vampire feelings come first.
Last week Ana Mardoll posted:
Deconstruction: The Patriarchy Hurts Women, Too
We live in a harmful Patriarchal society where women are frequently judged, insulted, and slandered not by their words or their positions or by their beliefs, but by their gender and sexuality. The intent is to de-personify women who commit the crime of being public figures, who work publicly for political and social change.
Deconstruction: The Patriarchy Hurts Women, Too
We live in a harmful Patriarchal society where women are frequently judged, insulted, and slandered not by their words or their positions or by their beliefs, but by their gender and sexuality. The intent is to de-personify women who commit the crime of being public figures, who work publicly for political and social change.
In case you missed this
Literata announces that she is now a legally ordained High Priestess. Yay!
Any Slacktiversians in the area of DC/Northern Virginia are invited to come celebrate with her next weekend.
Any Slacktiversians in the area of DC/Northern Virginia are invited to come celebrate with her next weekend.
Leum reports: (Trigger Warning: Rape) I've discovered Project Unbreakable. People hold up posters with quotes from their attackers and the people (family members, friends, law enforcement officials) they've told. Very sad, but also very powerful.
Things you can do
From the World Food Programme:
Ongoing drought, combined with rising food prices, is creating an alarming situation in the Sahel region of West Africa. Working together with our partners on the ground, WFP aims to reach more than 9 million people with life-saving food.
...
Will you stand between a woman or child and hunger today? $50 helps us provide food for the next 100 critical days.
Ongoing drought, combined with rising food prices, is creating an alarming situation in the Sahel region of West Africa. Working together with our partners on the ground, WFP aims to reach more than 9 million people with life-saving food.
...
Will you stand between a woman or child and hunger today? $50 helps us provide food for the next 100 critical days.
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So let's do another Persuaders! episode. I'm into set 2 now (yay! and SNIFF both), and my next episode is...."The Man In The Middle."
( We open on...Italy )
Episode Summary
Archie: A+++
Brett-as-spy: C
Danny's lumberjack potential: D
Bodyguard Danny: B+
Overall episode rating: A++++++
This entry was cross-posted at my Dreamwidth account. Please comment here or there. (
comments at DW)
( We open on...Italy )
Episode Summary
Archie: A+++
Brett-as-spy: C
Danny's lumberjack potential: D
Bodyguard Danny: B+
Overall episode rating: A++++++
This entry was cross-posted at my Dreamwidth account. Please comment here or there. (
- Mood:
full - Music:Persuaders squee
I finally finished listening to the audiobooks of the Lymond Chronicles last weekend: it took me since February. Slower than reading them, but I do think I got more out of them that way, although on the down side I couldn't reference the maps or the character lists.
I have random thoughts on the series, given that this is the first time I've actually read them in about fifteen years (or at least ten).
This is rather teal-deery: don't say I didn't warn you!
( some thoughts, critical & otherwise )
( thoughts on Lymond fanfiction )
( The perpetual casting game )
... well, that was long! I hope anyone with the fortitude to soldier through all that enjoyed it.
Crossposted from DW, where there are
comments; comment here or there.
I have random thoughts on the series, given that this is the first time I've actually read them in about fifteen years (or at least ten).
This is rather teal-deery: don't say I didn't warn you!
( some thoughts, critical & otherwise )
( thoughts on Lymond fanfiction )
( The perpetual casting game )
... well, that was long! I hope anyone with the fortitude to soldier through all that enjoyed it.
Crossposted from DW, where there are
My Mother Raised Me to Be a Cowboy
by Alessandra Lynch
Cause I was lonesome
for spur, dug
my naked heel
in glass. Cause I needed
clank, got my bones
thin and close to the hard world.
Cause I lost grasp of what was
smoke, shifty ghost-foots, thready
past, gripped the visible
moon-horn, turned leathern face
to the old-cat sun, clutched
the rope, jerked on the boot and saddled quick.
My cattleprod cramped a shadow.
My gaunt rifle ready for damage.
Got used to sleeping in bad spaces
snowed in with burlap.
Cause I was odd-eyed, hungered with wolves,
I yowling, bristled yellow like prairie.
Cause I ached for the stars, palomino
went lame. Cause I had no thought
to cry home, memorized the swagger,
hip-twist, slow smile. And mostly
my quiet was scorched. And most of my whiskey
drunk fast. Most of my sundowns forgot—
Most of the stare-downs stared off—
Most of the town killed to dust—
Most of the world smothered by hats—
Most tongues cut out—I spoke in grunts—
Most of the sky was mine.
Till the low hawk swung down.
by Alessandra Lynch
Cause I was lonesome
for spur, dug
my naked heel
in glass. Cause I needed
clank, got my bones
thin and close to the hard world.
Cause I lost grasp of what was
smoke, shifty ghost-foots, thready
past, gripped the visible
moon-horn, turned leathern face
to the old-cat sun, clutched
the rope, jerked on the boot and saddled quick.
My cattleprod cramped a shadow.
My gaunt rifle ready for damage.
Got used to sleeping in bad spaces
snowed in with burlap.
Cause I was odd-eyed, hungered with wolves,
I yowling, bristled yellow like prairie.
Cause I ached for the stars, palomino
went lame. Cause I had no thought
to cry home, memorized the swagger,
hip-twist, slow smile. And mostly
my quiet was scorched. And most of my whiskey
drunk fast. Most of my sundowns forgot—
Most of the stare-downs stared off—
Most of the town killed to dust—
Most of the world smothered by hats—
Most tongues cut out—I spoke in grunts—
Most of the sky was mine.
Till the low hawk swung down.
Wolf
by Alessandra Lynch
My owl was
a deadened petal. My moon
a leadweight hat.
Sinewy and sidelong, I
slowly circled, tail
bruised yellow,
a mouthful of splinters,
and skittery gunshy eyes
that met the skulking bullet
one spring and couldn't
fix again, didn't want to feed—
my brittle haunch arched thin, made
space for rattlesnake to rise.
My shifty flank-bones,
driftwood in tired water.
Under the familiar
plummeting clouds,
in the vast, vulture-slow
terrain
(all west, all sinking)
I stopped claiming
the light
and hunkered off with rag-tag wing,
blood matting my chin, the dead croon
deep in my throat, the body
beside the point.
by Alessandra Lynch
My owl was
a deadened petal. My moon
a leadweight hat.
Sinewy and sidelong, I
slowly circled, tail
bruised yellow,
a mouthful of splinters,
and skittery gunshy eyes
that met the skulking bullet
one spring and couldn't
fix again, didn't want to feed—
my brittle haunch arched thin, made
space for rattlesnake to rise.
My shifty flank-bones,
driftwood in tired water.
Under the familiar
plummeting clouds,
in the vast, vulture-slow
terrain
(all west, all sinking)
I stopped claiming
the light
and hunkered off with rag-tag wing,
blood matting my chin, the dead croon
deep in my throat, the body
beside the point.
Premiered at the Wiscon vid party last night!
The Skins
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summary: You are subject to inspection. Doppelgangers and parallel universes and robots, oh my!
notes: I started making this for the 'mirrors/doubles' square on my![[community profile]](http://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo card last summer, then finally finished it up in time to send to Wiscon this weekend. Many thanks to purplefringe for the beta and were_duck for the cheerleading.
download: 25MB .avi @ mediafire | subtitle .srt
( lyrics, notes and streaming )
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The Skins
edited by
such_heightsfandom: multifandom (full list below)
music: The Skins - Scissor Sisters
content notes: none
summary: You are subject to inspection. Doppelgangers and parallel universes and robots, oh my!
notes: I started making this for the 'mirrors/doubles' square on my
kink_bingo card last summer, then finally finished it up in time to send to Wiscon this weekend. Many thanks to purplefringe for the beta and were_duck for the cheerleading.download: 25MB .avi @ mediafire | subtitle .srt
( lyrics, notes and streaming )
-- This entry has
So the other night I accidentally started writing some currently pre-pre-slash Namor/Bucky with (or rather happening because of) unrequited Bucky/Steve, set in comicsverse-era WWII.
AWKWARD. (I know you're side-eyeing me, Nell. Shush.)
(...Also I know I still need to do my video post & I'm still working on the timestamps. I promise.)
...okay this entry was originally posted here on dw, where there are ~
comments woo!
AWKWARD. (I know you're side-eyeing me, Nell. Shush.)
(...Also I know I still need to do my video post & I'm still working on the timestamps. I promise.)
...okay this entry was originally posted here on dw, where there are ~
- Mood:recumbent
- Music:superman: the movie
Fred Clark has posted a new post, NRA: Switching horses mid-apocalypse, at Patheos.com.
This week Fred writes about pp. 1-4 of Nicolae: The Rise of Antichrist
Excerpt:
In stories featuring intentionally flawed protagonists, we can read with the hope that these characters will eventually be redeemed. Even when, as in The Sopranos, the repeated rejection of such redemption is the central theme, such deliberately flawed characters help us to explore what the possibility of such redemption or growth might be like.
But here in this series, the authors do not allow for the possibility that Rayford and Buck might require any such redemption. In their minds, explicitly, these characters have already experienced all the redemption they will ever require. They’re not going to change. They’re not going to get any more likeable than they already are.
And where unlovely characters like Meursault, Raskolnikov, Winston Smith or Tony Soprano are never held up as role models, it seems that here the authors are constantly pointing to Rayford “That Guy” Steele and to the insufferable Buck Williams as ideals whom every reader ought to imitate.
[Fred Clark, NRA: Switching horses mid-apocalypse, May 25, 2012, posted at Patheos.com]
Commentators who would like to share their responses to the new post with all of Fred's fans (old and new) can cross-post to both boards.
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