Above is a video uploaded by @QuentinTarantinoFanClub uploaded on November the seventeenth, 2017. Tintin is an amalgamation of Anubis, Quentin Tarantino, Robert DeNiro and probably many other iconic personalities that I adore for one reason or another. When it comes to ‘icons’ of celebrity, people have a tendency to idealise their cultivated personas as being a reflection of their true nature. Celebrities are backed-financially by people who need their ‘work’ to sell.
I like many celebrities, for a multitude of reasons. I like Mafia boss personalities – in film, I don’t personally know any – because I like the idea of ‘organised’ crime. I’ll explain: there are many kinds of criminal, and it is the victims of the crimes that ought to nurture how you ought to regard them. Italians are notably associated with a culture of ‘family’ and bonding over food. And Opera. My family sucks, we ate dinner by ourselves (I was raised by a ballerina who definitely didn’t like being observed when she ate) and you wouldn’t know it but I can sing opera. Opera-opera. The really, really difficult kind it takes people years to learn. I don’t like to, it’s not my thing. But I can. My Grandfather sang opera. (I’ve no idea if he still does.)
But I’m sure you have this in common with me: when you ‘like’ a celebrity, you do not need the celebrity to ‘like’ you back. They don’t know who you are. (At least I hope not, because how fucking creepy would that be?) (I got stalked, to University, by people who pretended not to read my blogs. People I watched in films stalked girls I went to University with. Stop defending my stalkers/abusers. Especially if you think thats what makes you popular – if I like you, and you defend a blonde, accept you’re ‘popular’ because I like you, not because of them.)
When I fancy people, I regard the need to be ‘liked back’ as a weakness. It is very flattering when a person returns your feelings. I find friendship much more flattering. There is nothing more repulsive, to me, than a person who is told ‘NO’ and who doesn’t respect it.
In anycase, one grows a lot from not-being-liked back by people they’d have liked to of been liked by. Also I’ve never been ‘liked’. If I’ve ever had ‘close friends’, they secretly despised of me. So if anyone know, I know.
But I’ll tell you something about me and my ‘enemies’, enjoy it. One of my enemies once approached me at a party, in tears, because her friends (who were, at that point of my University experience my ex friends – if I let them go, you won’t be able to cope with them either. I have coped with serious abuse all of my life and I didn’t get any ‘sympathy’ for it, quite the opposite. But find that out on your own.) let her go out looking terrible so the boys wouldn’t flirt with her (instead of them,) and she said, in tears “KARINA IM SO UPSET BECAUSE I FEEL REALLY INSECURE” and I took her into the bathroom and fixed her outfit and she looked much better. Not good, but better. And when I said “you look much better” she said “it’s so weird, because I know we don’t like each other but I can trust you” *thumbs up emoji*
You should see how my ‘enemies’ glow when I laugh at one of their jokes. You know when you don’t know if a joke you’ve made or a script you’ve written is funny, but if someone who NEVER laughs at peoples jokes laughs actually laughs at you or your script it’s a GENUINE compliment? IT’S A BIT LIKE THAT. HAVING ME FOR AN ENEMY. BE GLAD YOU’VE MADE AN HONEST ENEMY.
Also: Quentin Tarantino argues that Travis’ character is a racist. It’s very likely I’d of hated the film if he was, I am offended by films that depict dogs dying and racism. I really like some films that depict racists, but that’s because the characters grow through the storyline and you end up learning a lot more about racism than you would have if you had not watched the film. American History X, which features an Arab woman playing a neo-nazi, is one of my all time favourites.
I don’t believe that Travis’ character is racist at all. I don’t remember much of the film, I remember what I found important, but I imagine that it’s likely he wouldn’t of judged black pimps because it’s the USA’s fault that they’d of had to of chosen careers like that being the descendants of people who were victims of slavery. Some people are forced into work like that. He probably felt forced into being a taxi driver.
I found a note that I wrote to myself in my brothers handwriting. It’s bizarre
He wrote ‘photoshop the scans’. Good advice. I don’t have photoshop right now but I used @pixlr.
I’ve started putting together a sketchbook of concepts for Final Fantasy Infinity, what I imagine caters to the next phase of being paid-to-game, which involves having interactive non-playable-characters that are immersed permanent characters that feature in the online game. No one could make a game like this, without me. I mean try. But don’t bother trying without me, I lived for this stuff. Growing up. LIVED for alternate realities.
Fun fact: Walt Disney bought the rights to the Final Fantasy franchise, did you know that?
This is a masked-templar-jester. The idea behind these is that they get away with tremendous cruelty because they make their victims laugh.
The laugh probably gives them a lot of energy. You probably shouldn’t laugh at a templar jester, especially not when they’re wearing their mask.
I purchased Hiten by Yoshitaka Amano, putting together a study of sorts on the character Hiten that features in two episodes of Inuyasha and with whom a spider I shared a series of meditative journeys with (that two week period of my life feels like an entire lifetime, have you ever attached to an animal, like a spider, so much that when it rained outside you had to bring it inside? I am the laziest person you’ve ever met but when it started hailing I jumped out of bed, put on some boots, gathered my maggots – they were suicidal leaping from my window sill and burrowing beneath my carpet (they mostly went back outside)
This is Che. I’d want him to be an occasional NPC in a game about Templars.