Visuals

[garran]

You guys are awesome for answering my question. I was going to post my own answer sooner, but was moderately overwhelmed with schoolwork; sorry to leave you in suspense. At least on my monitor, what I imagine looks about like this:

An orange-yellow...

...and a pale green...

...both luminescent. To clarify, this isn't what I'd get from that phrase in just any circumstance; it's very particular to Thom Yorke's voice and the context and instrumental background of that song. Nobody else who commented thought of the same colours, which is about what my hypothesis would have been.

Not long ago marlo participated in something I thought was kind of cool, so I'm going to do it, too. Here are the rules she posted:

"• Post ten of any pictures currently on your hard drive that you think are self-expressive.
• No captions! It must be like we're speaking with images and we have to interpret your visual language just like we have to interpret your words.
• They must already be on your hard drive - no googling or flickr! They have to have been saved to your folders sometime in the past. They must be something you've saved there because it resonated with you for some reason.
• You do not have to answer any questions about any of your pictures if you don't want to. You can make them as mysterious as you like. Or you can explain them away as much as you like."

I decided to exclude images that I'd already posted to this weblog, at least in its livejournal incarnation.

Comments

[masamage.livejournal.com]

(Rachel sent me the transcript from the first time she showed me that guy.)

[garran.livejournal.com]

(Apparently I really liked him.)

Andy: *responds very loudly*
Oh my goodness, I can't look at that. I can't look at that and control myself.
I become like some maddened whooping bird.
It is the best thing -- the BEST THING -- I have EVER seen!
Every part of it is perfect! What mad genius brought this into the world?
Oh my goodness, I just keep seeing more. I just noticed his gigantic mittens.
I never knew until this moment just how incomplete the CoH costume designer was.
It's totally missing the option to have a bunch of things protruding
from your head that look like that contraption they make to clean the
air in Apollo 13.
I guess they're vaccuum tubes? /AMAZING/.
But the best part is that he's just wearing his underwear.
He's like some guy, walking around his apartment, in his underwear and
his /god-king mantle/.
From Star Wars.
And he knows he's a god-king, too. Look at that little smirk.
I am completely serious, this fashion designer has tapped into GENIUS ITSELF.
Also several household cleaning implements.

Rachel: /me laughs and laughs.

Andy: I see that I haven't even got around to mentioning the wonderful tribal scarring on his chest.

Rachel: And the ski mask?
And name-brand thong?

Andy: Oh, my. Oh, MY.
Yes!
Yeah, well, I already mentioned his underwear.

Rachel: But it's a thong, with stripes, and it's got some dude's nam on it.

Andy: I admit I hadn't processed that it was a thong.

Rachel: I'm only assuming.
Obviously.

Andy: Well, it /is/ missing side-parts.
Check out how his chest has been oiled, while his legs have apparently
been dusted with flour?
Can you imagine? Can you imagine the part of the movie where the
tribesmen drag our battered hero in front of the grand throne area,
and /that guy/ comes out?

Rachel: The High Priest of Yarn.

Andy: I am not kidding in the slightest about wanting to be able to make him
in City of Heroes.
AMAZING.
Okay, okay, I'm getting calmer.
Familiarity breeds the ability to look at without EXPLODING.

Rachel: /me giggles again.

[rosaedora.livejournal.com]

That is the funniest thing I have EVER read in my life.