Entry
7 (Day 9)
Starring
Clair the Exalted XIV, the human master
Chleo the Small II, the dog
Clair is taking Chleo for a walk through the snowy town.
Chleo: Yap!
[Chleo ran into a bank of snow. She backed up with a dazed look.]
Clair: Oh poop. Poor Chleo- though I have to admit that was pretty funny. [She tries to cover up her laugh with her glove.
Starring
Clair the Exalted XIV, the human master
Chleo the Small II, the dog
Clair is taking Chleo for a walk through the snowy town.
Chleo: Yap!
[Chleo ran into a bank of snow. She backed up with a dazed look.]
Clair: Oh poop. Poor Chleo- though I have to admit that was pretty funny. [She tries to cover up her laugh with her glove.
Chleo: Grrrr….
Clair: There there, Chleo. [Clair picks up and hugs Chloe. Clair kisses Chleo.]
[Chleo is set down and they continue walking.]
Clair: There there, Chleo. [Clair picks up and hugs Chloe. Clair kisses Chleo.]
[Chleo is set down and they continue walking.]
Clair: You know the road is
really – [As if to complete the sentence, Clair slipped on the ice and fell on
her butt.]
Clair: Goshdammit! I hate ice so much! [And she slips again.]
Clair: Goshdammit! I hate ice so much! [And she slips again.]
[Chleo barks.]
Clair: I give up. Let’s go home, Chleo.
Entry
8 (Day 11):
Analysis of the song “Daedalus” by Deafheaven
“Daedalus” begins with a burst of sound, carried by rampant percussion. When the vocals chime in, the listener is reminded that this is meant to be a black metal song. The vocals are buried enough to allow the high-energy piece to seem smooth. Furious percussion is unrelenting. All the while the guitar work is smooth. Around the halfway mark the music becomes even smoother, carried by steady drumming. It enters powerpop mode then it slows down, creating an emphasis on atmosphere. The piece keeps its momentum in the face of changes in tempo. Instead of the usual harsh sound, something unique and even catchy is presented. This is the sound of a band finding its style.
“Daedalus” begins with a burst of sound, carried by rampant percussion. When the vocals chime in, the listener is reminded that this is meant to be a black metal song. The vocals are buried enough to allow the high-energy piece to seem smooth. Furious percussion is unrelenting. All the while the guitar work is smooth. Around the halfway mark the music becomes even smoother, carried by steady drumming. It enters powerpop mode then it slows down, creating an emphasis on atmosphere. The piece keeps its momentum in the face of changes in tempo. Instead of the usual harsh sound, something unique and even catchy is presented. This is the sound of a band finding its style.
Entry
9 (Day 12)
The mahogany door with a rusting doorknob was opened, leading into a space illuminated only by small vestiges of moonlight. Through this space, one had to fumble once, twice, a hundred times to find the way. Incidentally, she was pretty far off, for the door was still at least a few meters ahead of him. Whoever had been the owner of this mansion had a great proclivity for silver, gold, and other precious materials. The various metal shining gave a false impression of the exit’s location. A musky scent hung in the air, undoubtedly released by decrepit furniture. A human hand ran along the length of one of the desks until it ran over the edge. The hand stopped. A deep but inconsistent series of gashes could be felt along that path. A sword or a similar sharp object would have left a single cut…Backing away, she managed to discover the wall. From there the path was sealed. She stood in a passage so dimly lit that eyes could barely detect light’s presence.
The mahogany door with a rusting doorknob was opened, leading into a space illuminated only by small vestiges of moonlight. Through this space, one had to fumble once, twice, a hundred times to find the way. Incidentally, she was pretty far off, for the door was still at least a few meters ahead of him. Whoever had been the owner of this mansion had a great proclivity for silver, gold, and other precious materials. The various metal shining gave a false impression of the exit’s location. A musky scent hung in the air, undoubtedly released by decrepit furniture. A human hand ran along the length of one of the desks until it ran over the edge. The hand stopped. A deep but inconsistent series of gashes could be felt along that path. A sword or a similar sharp object would have left a single cut…Backing away, she managed to discover the wall. From there the path was sealed. She stood in a passage so dimly lit that eyes could barely detect light’s presence.
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