I'm at it again

I'm going to create another Kamen Rider/Green Day music video using footage from Kamen Rider Kiva and the song Restless Heart Syndrome.

Here are the lyrics if you're interested.

I've got a really bad disease
It's got me begging
On my hands and knees
Take me to the emergency
'Cause something seems to be missing
Somebody take the pain away
It's like an ulcer bleeding in my brain
Send me to the pharmacy
So I can lose my memory
I'm elated
Medicated
Lord knows I tried to find a way to run away.

I think they found another cure
For broken hearts and feeling insecure
You'd be surprised what I endure
What make you feel so self-assured?

I need to find a place to hide
You never know what could be
Waiting outside
The accidents that you could find
It's like some kind of suicide

So what ails you is what impales you
I feel like I've been crucified to be satisfied

I'm a victim of my symptom
I am my own worst enemy
You're a victim of your symptom
You are your own worst enemy
Know your enemy

I'm elated
Medicated
I am my own worst enemy
So what ails you is what impales you
You are your own worst enemy
You're a victim of the system
You are your own worst enemy
You're a victim of the system
You are your own worst enemy

The hardest part is scoring good clips. Den-O is pretty much comprised of a whole lot of connected skits whereas Kiva is extremely linear and serialised. Missing one episode of Den-O is nowhere near as bad as missing one episode of Kiva, unless you're watching the final nine where Den-O's story really takes centre stage.

Song of the Century

Celebrating what you should know about.

Song of the Century
Seed us the Song of the Century
That's faster than Usenet
And old P2P
The era of scripting and MySpace bands
Quickly gaining their own dear fans
Tell us a story that's by copyleft
Yielding the means and dodging the theft

They're sharing the Song of the Century
The spirit of freedom and community
Tell me a story with no copyright
Seed us a song for me

Den-O / Green Day - Christie Road

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I'll put a story behind this up later.

Here's the story.

Late last year, in that time between exams ending and Christmas, I was bored to a degree. Not super-duper bored where I do absolutely nothing. It more like that bored where you've just come off exams and doing nothing is actually very fun except you feel like you should be doing something more and because you like Engine Sentai Go-Onger, you think it'd be fun to watch that "Kamen Rider" show that looks interesting. So guess what I did.

So then after Christmas there's a drought. Kiva was still being released weekly but Go-Onger died for several weeks. Now I really was bored. I decided I'd try that other Kamen Rider show that everyone was still talking about, even though it had ended a year and one series ago. If you don't know the name of that show, it's called Kamen Rider Den-O. Yes, the same show whose footage that I used in the above video.

Jumping back to Christmas for a moment. Two of the gifts I received were two Green Day CDs, 1039/Smoothed Out Slappy Hours and Kerplunk. They're awesome. I especially like the songs off Kerplunk with obvious greater meaning and that are based on personal experience. The song Christie Road is one of those songs. You wouldn't believe it's one of their earliest songs if you weren't told, would you?

Watching Den-O and listening to Green Day's Christie Road...

I first noticed the similarity between the two in February. I mean, listen to there lyrics.

See the hills from afar,
Standing on my beat up car.
The sun went down and the night fills the sky.
Now I feel like me once again,
As the train comes rolling in.
Smoked my boredom gone,
Slapped my brains up so high.

The major themes of Den-O are trains, slapping spirits, and memories (one of which focuses on the main character sitting on a car, looking up at his sister and soon to be brother-in-law looking at the night sky). Just watch the video.

I began the video at the beginning of March and finished on Saturday. The first part I did was the middle (the verse above) and then I jumped to the beginning and then branched out from both. After showing a half completed version to my mum and sister on Friday, I sat down and completed the last half the next day. I don't feel I rushed it and it shouldn't feel that way. Somehow, someway, all those little clips I saved to use eventually use all fit somehow. That one second clip where Ryuuta throws a hoop around Kintaros fitted nowhere until I just chucked it where it is now. It looks and sounds perfect there.

Yes...my geekiness does scare me...

Torrenting

I thought this post sounded haiku-ish.

Torrenting
Best speed of the night
A sister emotional
Back under 10k

Interesting

From Heroes Wiki:

In the commentary for .07%, Andrew Chambliss says that Tim Kring's early drafts of the pilot call Peter "Harrison", "Ethan", and other names. His last name was Cambell, and he was supposed to be in his mid-30s.

His name is Ethan.

Totally didn't know.

I have a new idea for a story

A set of new short stories in fact that are kinda Heroes inspired, but I can't think of a way to start. I already know how everything else goes except how it begins.

This could prove to be a problem.

Hero

What I reckon is going to be my finalised short story for English. Yes it is based on the last post's contents. Enjoy!

Hero
They love him, he is their hero. Why is he their hero though? Some say it is because he is a good person. Others say he has powers and can do things. Who really knows?

Now as he passes people greeting him, dressed in his usual jeans and coat, he wonders as they do. What makes him so special? Is he a good person? Yes. Better than anyone else? No, not as far as he can tell, and he doesn't have super powers so that can't be it. He hasn't done anything either. Where is all their love coming from?

Like always a crowd has formed around him, they just can't get enough even if they do see him every day. For each person he greets, another appears to take their place and the cycle starts over again. It still bugs him; why are they so fixated on him? They call him their hero but can never draw a conclusion, if he asks them, as to why. All they say is, “I don't know, you're just a good person”, or, “You do things nobody else can do”, yet they never offer any proof nor seek proof even though they are as confused as he is.

Or are they? All his life he can remember people liking him for no real reason that he could see, and when he asked them for what purpose would they be so nice to him, all they can muster is, “I don't know. The whole idea confuses me”. But maybe they do know. Maybe they know everything and just don't want to tell him. Not even his parents could tell him what he needed to know. Just like the rest they greet him with a smile and shrug off his questions, preferring to change the subject rather than help him. Their favourite line, “Don't worry about that, there are more important things in life to worry about”. For the longest time he believed the world around him had been brainwashed and he'd just been left out to go insane for amusement, or perhaps they had just missed him accidently.

That's not what he thinks now. Whatever supernatural or alien forces that had forgotten him hadn't come back, obviously, and he hadn't gone insane, so that left only the alternative. They know something and he's going to get it. It took a while for him to work out how he was going to pry it from them. He needed to do something different. Something so odd, so unlike himself, that at least one person would speak up.

Walking through his morning crowd, around fifty at a time, he knows it is time. His plan completed, all he needs is the right moment and then and then his world will stop to give their “hero” what he wants like they do everything else. One person might not be enough though. No, they must all give him the answer otherwise the others might try to cover it up. His plan needs to be augmented somewhat. If he really is their hero, then at the very least this will shatter them. Perfect.

All that is left now is to find the right opportunity to “execute”. He stops walking and his congregation surrounds him. Some are silent, some are talking to each other, all are in awe. One last chance, that's all they're going to get. He raises his hands to quiet them and pulls out a prepared speech.

All my life I've been welcomed by all, cared for by all. You have given me reason to do the same for you and I hope I have returned your kindness. But now I want truth.

I am giving you one last chance to tell me why. I know that you know and I ask you now to tell me. Just tell me. Help me.

Someone steps forward, “We don't know why, we just love you. You are our hero after all”.

Too bad. From out of his coat he pulls his catalyst and commits the deed.

I'd like to say I got my answer, that I found my peace, but I can't, it didn't happen. They cheered. They cheer every single time.