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Some of you may hate AI, and there are some good reasons to, but here is one use of it I quite enjoyed: I don't agree with the casting 100%; Sophia Loren is not right for Eowyn; Ingrid Bergman would be a lot better.   But casting is fun. There was a time when @eightcrows and I were renting and watching every version of King Lear we could get our hands on. I regard King Lear as the greatest work of fiction there is. (It's not my favorite, however; that's Ace Attorney/Professor Layton--it's one story!--and the one I would say is the best is The Lord of the Rings. Don't ask me the difference between greatest and best. And the greatest work of literature is The Divine Comedy--sortof not exaaactly fiction.)   Anyway, of all the King Lears we watched, interestingly, both the best--James Earl Jones-- and the worst--Orson Welles--were American casts. Here's two American castings of King Lear that I'd love to see:   Recent Lear: Robert Duvall the Fool: Bill Murray Kent: Kevin

is the world's greatest sense of comfort. I have made a little website within paperdollveronika.com for my Ace Attorney and Professor Layton fanart and analytical writings. Here it is. Most of it I have posted here and on my blog, but I wanted to do the following: 1. Collect it all together without other things in between, 2. Recall the internet of yesteryear, when people would make their own amateur sites for their own interests rather than just all being on massive corporate platforms, and 3. Expound my theories in a place free of any possible interference from SJWs, yaoi shippers, and/or people who claim the crossover isn't canon. So if you find it enjoyable, enjoy! If not, ignore! In keeping with purpose number two, it's nice to do something online without any need to try to promote and push it for clicks or purchases. The title of this post, a line from the end of Great Ace Attorney 2, was brought to mind recently by a quote the respected cited in her New Year journal:

So here we stand, on the threshold of a year wherein the best president in a century will, barring assassination, return, but is the reason there's so little "mostly-peaceful" mob violence at the prospect because the evil masterminds let him win because he's been bought out, made a terrible bargain or even been replaced? I have absolutely no idea. It is peaceful to acknowledge how much one doesn't know and therefore doesn't need to have an opinion about. God knows. That is enough.   Despite being the best president in a century, his great failure of allowing Lockdown and Injections caused enough sorrow and death to fill the last four years. I'm not personally connected to anyone who died of Corona (though everyone had it). I am personally connected to at least four people who died because of effects of the injection, including via shedding. But though I say it was enough sorrow and death to fill those years, it did not in fact fill them. Because death and sorrow and hope and joy can

I'm being hyperbolic. It did explain a few things. I'm speaking of course, of Layton Brothers: Mystery Room, which I just finished playing. For a long time, I vehemently refused to consider playing this game, and rejected it as part of the Professor Layton canon. And I developed a personal animosity towards the character of Alfendi. How dare he claim to be the Professor's child, which he couldn't possibly be? But then along came the Katrielle Layton game and anime, another character making the same claim. And as it turned out, these were absolutely wonderful, and explained in a totally satisfactory way how Katrielle is the Professor's child. So I grew willing to give Alfendi a chance. I knew, however, from basic descriptions I'd read, that Mystery Room does not explain how Alfendi could be the Professor's child. So I came at it with the specific goal of settling, based on whatever information the game did provide, on a theory. Possible theories, both acceptable and unacceptable

I have a secret sewing and lolita fashion blog, purposefully hidden. There, I've made fanciful allegories of various web platforms as buildings. Tumblr I described as a city of strip clubs and public gallows, now mostly empty since the strippers were outlawed. Livejournal is an abandoned library--not a majestic classical library, but one like the public libraries of my childhood, with office-industrial tile and carpet and glass-block wall segments--in a forest, with ivy growing into it. Instagram is a fun-house mirror-lined carousel whose round-and-round motion spirals down into a consuming vortex. So what is Deviantart? The obvious answer is an art gallery, but imagine being in an art gallery: quiet high-ceilinged rooms of well-lit paintings, carefully curated and organized. It's not like that at all. No, I think it's a shopping mall, with all that implies in our cultural context: it was once fun, full of teenagers both dippy and angsty, with arcades and subculture-based clothes