I can’t pull off scenes like this in a completely serious way (and maybe I don’t want to). Oh well. V`(oo)´V

I recently tried my face at acting a bit and made a video for a friend’s project, about “break-up messages”. I actually meant for it to be really dark and disturbing, and based on my own life and family history. But everybody I’ve shown it to thinks it’s funny. (-_-;) I guess it’s funny because it’s true … (And of course because I can’t act.)

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Gaah, I just read all three Hunger Games books in like three days straight. Do not even look at them unless you really have nothing to do for the next couple of days. They were written in the most evilly page-turning way ever conceivable. The story is kind of an extended take on Battle Royale, with ensuing war and revolution, with an obligatory love triangle, since it’s a ‘young adult’ book trilogy with a female main character. (But at least it’s more elegantly written than Twilight, the story is a lot more interesting, and the characters are infinitely nicer, so you don’t feel as violated when you can’t stop reading the books …)

It’s all Lucy Knisley’s fault, because she drew the main character looking a lot like Willie (as she kind of does, according to how she’s described – their personalities are kind of similar, too). So I had to check out the books. The first couple of chapters are up on the official site for free reading, and that’s how they TRAP you.

Now I’ll just whine a bit about how terribly sad the ending is, and how, the way I see it, it’s the ultimate punishment of the Capitol, by means of the Hunger Games, how Katniss ends up choosing/having to choose the guy she does choose. Whine, whine. ;_;
(Though now I realised that if that guy would have been dark and hairy –  I mean come on, with that name? – I would probably have supported her choice 100%. :3)

Okay, so I have no idea what their building looks like on the inside, other than what you can tell about the interior from the exterior — night photos suggest that it’s one room per window, and the fact that there are just two entrances to the entire building suggests that all the flats are connected to long hallways in the middle.

I also don’t know for sure if the front door opens with a key, a number code (less likely as that seems to be a very Swedish thing), or if it’s unlocked, and whether there is a guard positioned by the entrance monitoring those who enter (that doesn’t seem to be the case today, so it’s probably even less likely to have been the case in 1998). So I just skipped that part … Let’s assume that either Willie somehow still has her house keys, or the front door is unlocked. V^(oo)^;V

I’ve been too chicken to contact anybody who lives or has lived there to ask weird questions. But if somebody familiar with the Chandless estate should happen to read this and can offer corrections, that would be most welcome. ♥

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In my research about the Chandless estate and estates in the UK in general, I stumbled across the very interesting blog of human endeavour photography. Don’t miss Richard Healey’s article on their project, Degeneration.

Willie is a total co-dependent enabler. :o/
Some of the best people are (or have been) co-dependent, if I may say so myself.

I’d write more about that, but my computer’s battery is at 8 %, and I don’t want to empty it completely, so I don’t have to wait too long tomorrow until it loads again … Rainy weather is kind of crap when you rely on solar power.

Okay, so forget what I wrote in the last post.

After a week or so of coffee abstinence, I made myself a cup of coffee again, and suddenly I had a Jimi Hendrix moment and the approximate script for chapter 9 rushed into my brain.

As I wrote before, I was going to focus on another comic now, but since there is no particular deadline for it, and I’m stuck with it anyway, I might just as well follow this intense inspiration and focus on Driftwood this summer instead. Yay!