Previously on 12 Months of Frozen:
Prologue
March: The One Where Elsa and Anna Send a Lot of Letters
April: The One Where Elsa is the Snowman NO WAIT HEAR ME OUT
May: The One Where The Snow Queen Isn't Elsa. Also, Lesbians.
June: I Go It Old School, Take Two
July: A Wild Kristoff Appears
I am a little late on August. So it goes. In life, we must accept the things we cannot change, ducklings.
Anyway, happy halfway-point to all of us! You for sticking with me, me for... only posting these a little late, I guess. To celebrate, we're going to shake things up. I get bored astonishingly easily for someone who hates change so much. So today, ducklings, we get to talk about how I would write Frozen as a webcomic. With illustrations, even! Well, okay, one illustration and one set of stick figures, but whatever, good enough.
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Wednesday, September 3, 2014
Saturday, June 7, 2014
12MoF: The One Where the Snow Queen Isn't Elsa. Also, Lesbians.
Previously on 12 Months of Frozen:
Prologue
March: The One Where Elsa and Anna Send a Lot of Letters
April: The One Where Elsa is the Snowman NO WAIT HEAR ME OUT
On another different note, this month we have illustrations! Two of them, to be precise.
Prologue
March: The One Where Elsa and Anna Send a Lot of Letters
April: The One Where Elsa is the Snowman NO WAIT HEAR ME OUT
Shh, this totally still counts as May. At least, I came up with it in May. Okay, so technically speaking I came up with the idea on June 1, but hey, I was with my family and then I was exhausted and on a bus and then I started working nights for this ushering thing, so. SHH. TOTALLY COUNTS AS MAY.
We're going a little more old school this month. If the first month was a producer's edit — tightening the vocals, dropping a useless chorus, adjusting the bass — and the second month was a cover, then this month is more like a mash-up. And specifically, mashing it up with an older version of the tale of the Snow Queen, where we've got heart-hardening shards of ice and kidnapping, except then I mixed in sisters and bad parenting and kissing. I can do this because the older story and Frozen are still in the same key, which is the key of epic quests and love fights all. Also, I ditched Frozen's chorus of heterosexuality.
Possibly this music analogy got a little out of hand somewhere.
We're going a little more old school this month. If the first month was a producer's edit — tightening the vocals, dropping a useless chorus, adjusting the bass — and the second month was a cover, then this month is more like a mash-up. And specifically, mashing it up with an older version of the tale of the Snow Queen, where we've got heart-hardening shards of ice and kidnapping, except then I mixed in sisters and bad parenting and kissing. I can do this because the older story and Frozen are still in the same key, which is the key of epic quests and love fights all. Also, I ditched Frozen's chorus of heterosexuality.
Possibly this music analogy got a little out of hand somewhere.
On a different note, I think I’m beginning to understand how and why the writers
of Frozen over-villained the story,
though. When you’re plotting out one of these things, it starts to get really
easy to think, “But is this too boring? Let’s put some more action in there,”
until you’ve crowded the story so much that none of the characters have room to
breathe. I keep worrying about not being compelling enough. This is why scripts for big blockbusters theoretically go through an editing process, though.
On another different note, this month we have illustrations! Two of them, to be precise.
Sunday, January 19, 2014
The Emperor's New Title [2012/04/02]
[Because I'm pretending the post has a title, but it doesn't actually? Like the fable with — oh, whatever.]
So... Spring break is still over. My life is full of tragedy and woe.
I've had a pretty crazy week, though — or maybe it just feels crazy because usually my weeks are pretty slow. Who knows. I'm not built for such a hectic lifestyle.
The deal is that I really, really should have finished my creative writing paper over Spring Break, except then I didn't, so I had to write it all this past week and for some reason it was giving me a huge amount of trouble, and then I had other homework and then suddenly there were all these things that I needed to do and all these places that I was trying to be and —
...Basically, when I say I'm not built for a hectic lifestyle, I mean I'm not built for a lifestyle where I have due dates.
[Under the cut: My crazy week, another edition of My Life: Badly Drawn in Photoshop, and some photos of adorable animals. All the good stuff, basically.]
So... Spring break is still over. My life is full of tragedy and woe.
I've had a pretty crazy week, though — or maybe it just feels crazy because usually my weeks are pretty slow. Who knows. I'm not built for such a hectic lifestyle.
The deal is that I really, really should have finished my creative writing paper over Spring Break, except then I didn't, so I had to write it all this past week and for some reason it was giving me a huge amount of trouble, and then I had other homework and then suddenly there were all these things that I needed to do and all these places that I was trying to be and —
...Basically, when I say I'm not built for a hectic lifestyle, I mean I'm not built for a lifestyle where I have due dates.
[Under the cut: My crazy week, another edition of My Life: Badly Drawn in Photoshop, and some photos of adorable animals. All the good stuff, basically.]
I'm Late! I'm Late! for a Very Important... Blog? [2012/02/27]
Because I am, at heart, a massive flake, I forgot to post this blog entry yesterday. I really need to go back to posting these on Saturdays; I'm so much more forgiving of myself if my late post is on a Sunday, rather than on a Monday, when the new week has already started to kick off.
It's funny, actually; even back in high school, I still felt like the week started on Sundays, calendar-wise. Now, though, Monday is definitely the start of the week, and Sunday is the catch-up day at the very end. Although this weekend I really should have done a little more catching-up and a little less Parks And Recreation-watching, seeing as I have a presentation, a response paper, and a test this week. Amy Poehler and her cast of lovable misfits can wait.
[Under the cut: Me attempting desperately to remember my week, along with brief ramble about social-ness, Mao: the Musical, and small fluffy animals.]
It's funny, actually; even back in high school, I still felt like the week started on Sundays, calendar-wise. Now, though, Monday is definitely the start of the week, and Sunday is the catch-up day at the very end. Although this weekend I really should have done a little more catching-up and a little less Parks And Recreation-watching, seeing as I have a presentation, a response paper, and a test this week. Amy Poehler and her cast of lovable misfits can wait.
[Under the cut: Me attempting desperately to remember my week, along with brief ramble about social-ness, Mao: the Musical, and small fluffy animals.]
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Because Moose Make Everything Better [2011/12/27]
HAPPY HOLIDAYS, PEOPLE. Yes, that’s right, I am a proud “happy holidays”-er, because honestly, for me, it is a holiday season. As a somewhat-secular Jew, I do Chanukah; as a not-at-all-Christian-except-for-the-fact-that-I’m-related-to-some, I do Christmas; as a vacation-time-didn’t-sync-up-so-I’m-going-to-visit-other-members-of-my-family-a-few-weeks-from-now, I’m going to be doing a second/pseudo-Christmas in January; as a NELA-hopefully-sort-of-broad-minded-person-who-also-knows-some-religious history, I both recognize that other people are celebrating different holidays/no holiday at all and remember that Christmas was really adapted from solstice/Yule celebrations in order to entice the Pagans to convert; and then of course there’s New Years.
[NELA = New England Liberal Arts schooler. NELAs have their own sensibility, similar to that of other secular liberal arts schools, but with its own particular flavor of disaffected hipster radical. Midwestern liberal arts schools tend to be more on the crunchy granola side.]
And let’s be real here, the mere fact that I’m finished with finals and now have enough free time to watch TV and laze around on the internet all day without worrying about homework is a holiday unto itself.
Granted, it’s only been about a week so far, and as I’m typing this I’m actually in a location with no internet, horror of horrors (although when I post this I will be in a wifi zone once more, obviously), and I haven’t been able to unfurl quite as much as I would have liked (...or post blogs, yes, I know, I'm awful, nobody cares), but that’s okay because I’ve been busy with tasks of AWESOME. And delicious. There was quite a bit of deliciousness.
[Under the cut: Reading week, a comic involving moose, and... somehow I manage to talk a lot while not really saying much else. Fun times!]
[NELA = New England Liberal Arts schooler. NELAs have their own sensibility, similar to that of other secular liberal arts schools, but with its own particular flavor of disaffected hipster radical. Midwestern liberal arts schools tend to be more on the crunchy granola side.]
And let’s be real here, the mere fact that I’m finished with finals and now have enough free time to watch TV and laze around on the internet all day without worrying about homework is a holiday unto itself.
Granted, it’s only been about a week so far, and as I’m typing this I’m actually in a location with no internet, horror of horrors (although when I post this I will be in a wifi zone once more, obviously), and I haven’t been able to unfurl quite as much as I would have liked (...or post blogs, yes, I know, I'm awful, nobody cares), but that’s okay because I’ve been busy with tasks of AWESOME. And delicious. There was quite a bit of deliciousness.
[Under the cut: Reading week, a comic involving moose, and... somehow I manage to talk a lot while not really saying much else. Fun times!]
Bus Rides and Gift Horses [2011/11/28]
By the time I post this I’ll be back in the dangerous land of Connecticut, where the wild traffic jams run rampant, albeit very, very slowly. My fellow travelers and I will have trammeled our way o’er the hellish terrain of I-95 and through the barren wastes of Jersey, until at last we collapsed, battered and fatigued near unto death, on the sacred, alma-matrical ground of Wesleyan.
As I write this, however, I’m sitting on a bus with about 48 other people and not nearly enough leg space, the air permeated by the subtle scent of our combined odors and the snacks everyone brought on the bus with them.
I don’t hate traveling. I am often very fond of traveling, in point of fact. However, A) it is very easy to complain about traveling, and B) I am currently running on about 6 hours of sleep after only having been able to be at home for three full days, and C) I have about 3 square feet of personal space. Or, I suppose, 12 cubic feet, most of which is up and down.
On the other hand, I’m in a fairly good mood right now. I’m not entirely sure why, but I plan to just roll with it. Good moods are like the proverbial gift horse.
Funny thing about that gift horse: I eventually realized that the whole point of the proverb is that you’re not supposed to be too nitpicky about gifts. It’s not as if you’re buying the horse, in which case you would want to make sure that you’re getting the most value for your money. Instead, rather than being +horse and –money, you are +horse with exactly the same amount of money—so don’t fuss about it. It also insults the giver.
On the other hand, I will always prefer my original interpretation of the proverb, which was that if you spent too long looking a gift horse in the mouth, it would eventually kick you in the knees.
[below the cut: My break, Humpty Dumpty, and me unfortunately breaking a promise to you.]
As I write this, however, I’m sitting on a bus with about 48 other people and not nearly enough leg space, the air permeated by the subtle scent of our combined odors and the snacks everyone brought on the bus with them.
I don’t hate traveling. I am often very fond of traveling, in point of fact. However, A) it is very easy to complain about traveling, and B) I am currently running on about 6 hours of sleep after only having been able to be at home for three full days, and C) I have about 3 square feet of personal space. Or, I suppose, 12 cubic feet, most of which is up and down.
On the other hand, I’m in a fairly good mood right now. I’m not entirely sure why, but I plan to just roll with it. Good moods are like the proverbial gift horse.
Funny thing about that gift horse: I eventually realized that the whole point of the proverb is that you’re not supposed to be too nitpicky about gifts. It’s not as if you’re buying the horse, in which case you would want to make sure that you’re getting the most value for your money. Instead, rather than being +horse and –money, you are +horse with exactly the same amount of money—so don’t fuss about it. It also insults the giver.
On the other hand, I will always prefer my original interpretation of the proverb, which was that if you spent too long looking a gift horse in the mouth, it would eventually kick you in the knees.
[below the cut: My break, Humpty Dumpty, and me unfortunately breaking a promise to you.]
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