The original Udio version of this song was one of my favorites from the first album, but it was produced during the worst-quality era of that now unusable online service. Thankfully, Suno has managed to remix it into a more enduring version.
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Covers of “Supernova Snack” from Odes to My Triceratops, Vol. 2
This was one of the first songs I remixed through the improved Suno model about half a month ago, but only relatively recently I found out that my method of extracting the stems of the original Suno song in order to work out their placement was worsening the songs; Suno had the bright idea to add wet effects to stem extraction, which renders them basically useless for this purpose. So I had to rework the six cover songs for “Supernova Snack.” It’s fine. This is now a video I will be able to return to regularly without feeling bad about it.
In the fiction of Odes to My Triceratops, this song was produced during William’s happy days, when he was dating Claire and they had a blast hanging out at their hideout in the mountains, singing songs, joking around, getting high. Huge contrast with William’s present whereabouts as a garbage worker in a city unlike his hometown, and tortured by regular nightmares about Claire’s disappearance and the likely disasters that would have taken out a blind, illiterate redhead.
Covers of “The Burning Heart Inside Your Throat” from Odes to My Triceratops, Vol. 1
I’m remaking my old Udio-era songs with the new Suno 6.0, which is terrible for making songs from zero, but amazing at remixing them.
This song, the first album’s closer, is one of my favorites from William’s middle-school era, but the quality of the audio was so bad that it hurt to listen. Now that we’ve gotten the boys in the studio again, the song can finally be listened to in all its magnificence.
Chainsmoker Cat
Banger opening of the year for this vile, harrowing tale of addiction, poverty, and mental illness featuring cat-girls. Their existence in the setting makes zero sense.
I never thought I would see Fight Club references in an anime opening. Below is the full song with lyrics, which speak directly to my heart.
Chainsaw Man season two trailer
So, after the extremely popular season one and the extremely popular Reze movie, now comes season two:
It seems they won’t censor the Chinese devil hunter’s whores. The Assassins arc was amazing, so we’re in for a treat. And of course, anything Chainsaw Man-related reminds me of the fact that the second half of the story (not related to this new season) is utterly unnecessary and dogshit. I wonder if they’ll actually make an anime adaptation out of it.
Some thoughts on Re:Zero
There are very few modern franchises of which I think fondly other than Re:Zero, which started, as many of its kind do, in the Japanese web-novel circle back in 2012. It turned into regular light novels, then anime, then manga. The anime itself is tremendously popular, with its excellent adaptation of the sixth arc now ongoing on the fourth season of the anime. Opening for the fourth season below:
The author struck gold from the start: an isekai story, which tend to be power fantasies, in which the protagonist is one of the weakest characters by far. Personality-wise, he starts out as awkward, embarrassing, performative, and with a you-owe-me mentality that became one of the first major conflicts in the story, when he gets himself beaten to a pulp by a flashy knight, then rejected by his love interest. Subaru, which is the protagonist’s name, is a flawed kid with a lot of growing up to do. And grow up he does, until we come to see him as mostly admirable.
In the beginning, the protagonist’s sole power is a curse: time resets whenever he dies. But he suffers each death, which takes a tremendous toll on his psyche. At one point early on, he completely breaks down mentally and intends to flee, only for one of the bonds he made in this new world to convince him otherwise. As if his curse wasn’t enough, he’s also prohibited from telling anyone about it, lest his own or other people’s hearts burst.
I find the worldbuilding of this series fascinating. It’s, of course, a sword & sorcery universe based loosely around high-medieval Europe. But there are contrasting or even contradicting elements that make the characters and plots unique. You have your run-of-the-mill elemental magic. Then you have spirit contracts, in which spirits, created or not, can be contracted to serve a human being. Then you have the witch factors: supernatural powers above all magic and spirit powers, which can rewrite reality; the whole notion of characters able to eat people’s memories, not only those people’s own memories but other people’s memories of the victim, is absolutely brilliant, and used to great effect in the series. Finally, we get bug-level powers like those carried by a single person at a time through heredity, which are in-story treated as a universal break in logic.
Plenty of the situations presented in this story could only happen here. Like the hunt for the White Whale, an ancient creature created by a godlike being; the whale flies around seemingly without aim, and is treated as a natural disaster that casually can erase people from other people’s memories, even rewriting reality to retroactively remove them from their past. The battle against it involves a whole army as well as loads of supernatural bullshit. The worldbuilding and story are the kind of uniquely strange and absurd, yet played straight, that only the Japanese seem to know how to do it anymore.
I love the colorful cast of characters. Apart from the protagonist, we have the half-elf, half-witch Emilia, who could have been played as a simple romantic interest; instead, she’s awkward, sheltered, naïve, and treats Subaru more like her own child than a love interest. Ram, an abrasive child prodigy who had her power stolen, her kin slaughtered, and is often the sole person keeping it together under pressure. Rem, a vicious, flail-wielding demon who is as likely to crush someone’s head as to pour her whole reserves of empathy into you. Beatrice, a solitary, reserved bookish type with a speech tic whom, I suppose, spent hundreds of years in a library because nobody would come for her. Julius, a kid raised in poverty who decided to become the best knight in the kingdom, and for whom the straightjacket of that position has become an inevitable way of life. Priscilla, a gorgeous, arrogant bastard of a woman who is nonetheless extraordinarily competent and is as likely as to call you a commoner and chop your head off than to instantly slice a bunch of demonic beasts into pieces. I could go on and on. This series is notorious for creating memorable characters.
I have my gripes with the series. I love the colorful, distinct visual style in general, although it clashes with the inherent darkness of the story. But at times, particularly during the second season of the anime by the end, as far as I recall, it sinks into a childishness that took be a bit out of it. I’m remembering now Emilia believing that she got pregnant out of a simple kiss. Echoing a certain stick swinger from a later arc, don’t let her go outside. I must also admit that I find the sin archbishops a bit grating at times.
Speaking of inherent darkness, this clip from the fourth season is a great recent example of how fucking dark it can get. Of which I can remember now, it’s my favorite of those dark moments. And you should absolutely not watch it if you intend to watch the whole series. Not that it will make much sense even if you do.
Due to autism, I have a peculiar relationship with shows. In real life, looking at human faces disturbs me. Whatever part of my brain should process them properly doesn’t. I can’t properly put it into words; all I know is that real human faces look wrong, I can’t interpret them properly, and the whole thing makes me want to look away. Very common for autists. It also happens when I watch movies or TV shows featuring regular humans. Getting into a series for me involves getting over my intense dislike of watching human beings interacting with each other as well as emoting. But that doesn’t happen with anime.
Anyway, if you like anime, particularly the genuinely, uncompromisingly Japanese anime, you should likely be watching Re:Zero already. Or reading the light novels. I’m already at volume 28.
I’ll have to mention that, for whatever reason, back in 2020-2021, I wrote a lot of Re:Zero fanfiction. I quit when the narrative neared the end of the second season of the anime, because my take had diverged significantly from the original. Here’s my interpretation of when Subaru met the godlike Witch of Greed, Echidna (a favorite character of mine). The video below is how that meeting played out in the original.
Guns N’ Roses’ Sweet Child O’ Mine live
I’ve been heavily into Guns N’ Roses recently, wishing I could be transported back to the eighties or seventies. The nineties would do too. Just nowhen after those goddamn towers.
Below is a good live version of my favorite of their songs.
Remembering Attack on Titan
Shingeki no Kyojin came and went, its main bulk plenty of years ago, but as I was thinking of worldbuilding earlier, this story’s popped into my mind. There aren’t many worlds as strange, compelling, tension-filled, yet internally coherent as that one. I have my issues with the ending (I think Isayama should have gone the whole way), but most of the series remains amazing, a hard-to-compare classic of modern fiction.
And those openings from the near-perfect first two seasons. Gave me chills all over again.
The following is an ending, but I love it.
Post-mortem for I Saw Her Once
If you haven’t read the short story already, then do so. Link here. Don’t be a moron and continue reading without reading the short story first. That would be a stupid thing to do.
While I’m programming or quietly despairing, I often present ChatGPT with strange notions, sometimes related to dilemmas. In general, any random shit that popped into my brain. Like what if a company created a VR headset that copied your neurological makeup into code, and they found out that the copies were sentient? Like what if you hired a escort to lose your virginity, but it turned out that the escort was your mother? Like what if as a Japanese teenager, you had gotten isekai-d, saved the world from the Demon King, and ended up returning home as a nobody with your experiences and no powers, but twenty years later you were summoned again? Like what if an earthquake opened a cave in your land, and in its depths you discovered a hibernating alien?
Earlier today, an image popped in my mind: that of a hulking man lifting a bear over his head, seen from the perspective of an unseen witness. I asked ChatGPT what it would do if it were the witness to this strange event. Then I started getting into it.
If you’ve been following me for a good while, you may have recognized that the couple are the thinly-veiled fictional versions of my daydream self and Alicia Western. For more than two years now, or it feels like it, I’ve been relying on mental visits to Alicia Western at that cursed sanatorium for emotional self-regulation. It’s like visiting my subconscious before it got wrecked in my childhood. And the one visiting Alicia isn’t the 41-year-old utter wreck of a human being that I’ve become, but an idealized self that I never was nor ever will be. My daydream self saves Alicia, then they go on to make a better life for themselves.
As I asked following hypothetical situations regarding that bear scenario to ChatGPT, like for example what if the hiker saw them again a bit later, I realized that the witness was me. I had been watching these two from afar for two years. I had been watching similar echoes of my lost childhood second self, that creative female presence, for many, many years. Always watching from emptiness and the sense that I would never measure up and recover what was lost. Recognizing versions of her in many different faces, and being fully unable to move on.
I asked LLMs, as I don’t trust people anymore (and they would never play along with the hypothetical scenarios I present to LLMs on a daily basis), about what my personal issues and psychological state say about me. Complex PTSD. Obviously high-functioning autism and Pure O OCD. Maladaptive daydreaming. There’s the guilt of having hurt people in the past because I needed them to reflect what I lost as a child. There’s the knowledge that this will never change, not that it matters now as I’m an old bastard and I often fantasize about stepping out before my time.
I’m surprised that the short story came out that clean and good, particularly for something cobbled together in a single day. One of the final sentences, I thought my life was a long apprenticeship to the moment I would lift the bear above my own head, hit me in the chest the way they do when you know the core has been breached. That’s it.
This one was worth it.
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