I'll be dissappointed if it fizzles down to a teen drama. Instead, as if I had power, I insist on penises, a glimpse of all male characters will do, therefore it is sure too that there must be things to interest non-teen audience. If that bit, penises, shocked teen audiences, well I would be more interested on how adult audiences saw it.

I want it shown true, not a pc-riddled thing. Or sugar-coated to so strange view. Honest and shocking where its due, and start with having the penises from start. They need not be close-ups.

Oh, and the penises, lets make this adult or not at all.

Not that, I already said many times, not porn, that's not what it is, just adult, it will have people thinking, and so have the penises. Not exactly European cinema history, but anyone who knows film will know I mean what I mean and will know what I don't mean.

Should take a practical approach on what drags or what not. We can't have all we want. It's probably very unprofecional, but I think there's an absolute skeleton of what needs be there, and as we go on, we can choose which we can have on full, which not. That would be just entrepreneurial way to take it. I would like every thing, but am happy with anything.

I hope you continue. I rarely make a presence these days on the book pages, since I know so much, but I have greatly enjoyed your accounts of reading it. Almost like reading it for myself the first time, though we must be dissimilar. I hope, continue!

(I've had a decade or more on this, the last thing anyone wants is a know-it-all coming to say what's what. It's a treasure people newer to the series are talking about it.)

What is in the story.

Everything has had its hadgings in an earlier Age. Or most. The weak talents might not have, or some of them. It's the charge of the people who make this work to really forget about anything else but this world.

That's a good dichotomy, don't know if its manageable on the wide stage, but it is there...

Homo sapiens is some 40 000 years old, and there's more natural selection there.

It depends on how you want to go with it. The Aiel being fair-skinned is completely illogical after 3,400 years living in what is effectively a desert, so do you go with RJ's literary description or do you go with what makes more scientific sense and will scan better to an audience? But then you go have to figure in Rand's appearance being unusual in the Two Rivers so some kind of distinctive element is still required. Then you have the somewhat unclear descriptions of Two Rivers folk, with fans apparently generally believing they're fair-skinned Europeans but the descriptions making a lot of references to "dark" colouring and artwork (official and not) being all over the place in depicting them, from quite fair-skinned to quite northern Mediterranean (Italian/Spanish/Greek).

 

Then you have the issue that you start casting and pretty quickly the homegenity is going to become a limiting factor. You have an awesome actor for Mat and an awesome actress for Egwene, but they're from different ethnic backgrounds. Do you potentially lose an actor for an inferior one for the sake of homegenity or do you just go with the best actors and rationalise it (or just ignore it)? WoT does have the explanation that in the Age of Legends the entire human race in all its creeds and colours had been thrown and mixed together, and then jumbled up in the Breaking, so you can adopt colour-blind casting if you really wanted to. But would that be disrespectful to the books? Or if Robert Jordan was still here would he be laughing his head off and saying it really doesn't matter as long as the actors are the best?

 

What happens then if the production decides to film in, say, New Zealand for costs? You can fly in the main actors from wherever, but your entire secondary cast on down is going to be pretty much either white or Maori, with very few other options available (Shannara has this situation to deal with). Do you ignore that or rationalise it somehow in the story?

 

That's why saying, "It's got to be like the books 100%" is highly unrealistic. Depending on budget, filming location and the size of the available acting pool they're going to have to make some changes to that side of things.

I actually don't think evolution work that fast. The Aiel came to the waste with the genetic pool they had, minimal interaction with outsiders, I don't think 3+ thousand years is enough to change the colour particularly with the Wise Ones developing as healers.

I love it. I hope, I know it is known, that it is not the think I hope is not cut, well It won't, well I trust well. Have the male nudity! (You'll have the rest then)

Sorry for me to add, but Moghedien is serious about it, she's not going to make one mistake, she'll stay hidden no what. Her being exposed is not worth much she could do in the open. She's not going to chance that easily, particulalry when she had success though.

Wow!

a most beautiful suspension there.

I might translate that, it goes:

"Kuka keksi rakkauden? (Who Invented Love?)

On the bridge of sorrows I saw

the dark waves swimming out to sea.

They brought my sorrow to the surface

and the seaguls they screeched, must be escaped from Hitchcock's birds.

My longing takes wing

Who invented love?

I got to see off the bridge of sorrows

thousands of stars on the city ceiling

One left and descended

it flew across the sky and went astray from its route

I posed the question to it

Who invented love?

The night was so white

As the bellows of love blew

I guess as a shooting star

you came to me and made my life more beautiful

Someone is hiding the question

who invented love

Who made it happen

It also travels the bridge of sorrows

cannot be killed no matter what

As stardust it floats

and starts aflame on its own accord

Someone invented love

If you did not remain

I neither could remain here

and my grief would not remain here

Like a star I would fly faraway and slowly wither

I am content with the answer

Someone invented love

And you brought it to me."

Well this is fine

October points counted to here - Katiora

Incomplete unfortunately, I let the angels do the dreaming, but better half of a life performance than record.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZ7q6gqV-Wc

Normaalien maihinnousu, The Disembarkation of the Normals

How the reaper knew our apartment building, that I'll hardly find out

It the life of my father's took first then I flew to the street, I too went to the window

At the once the flagships came to the harbour. Farther, those normals, they arrived

and with lanterns in their cars, they set to sweep the streets.

When the strange man came to the house I was set to strange light

for he was the head of the normals.

with his strange powers I guess he took over everyone, now no-one hears

or understands else.

So did Mother also go to their boat

I and the coffin went to see them off

No longer did she long back home

as she found a friend with the normals

Father, if only you could live yet, I often wonder how it goes

with you, in the land of the dead, did you get eternal rest?

or do the rules govern, of the normals?

They loudly bang the doors as the purges

reign at nights as you can't walk out,

that which last week might have been normal

is now worse than death

And so the new reign makes new rules

they demand us to adapt

they put the normal's marks on our sleeves

and come to ravish our yards.

To be a normal among the normals

life is an endless dream

and i guess then one can abide by this but how can one know

what might be normal tomorrow?

When the great leader decreed that red

it must be dyed everyone's head

I resolved now I'll go, maybe something like a rowboat you'll see ashore

You can in your usual way carry on

I will beyond them make my way.

Where the foul cries of the normals do not ring

where one can be abnormal

Where the foul cries of the normals do not ring

where one can be abnormal

Father, if only you could live yet, I often wonder how it goes

with you, in the land of the dead, did you get eternal rest?

or do the rules govern, of the normals?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dNW7Whl1uLM

The smallest of paradise

small of bosom and bearded

think as small the bereaved

the bereaved, and the ones beclaimed

be reaved you girl, fallen of breast,

the boy ancient of dick

in the sweat you boil

happiness swelt in the town of life

the life's measure a fathom fortune

as dew upon the screen

in the pictures, images as a damnawful drain of dirt

as a fault in the the colouring lights

D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-Discoinferno

In your good lands, in your places of virtue

the man of worth portrayes himself

shows himself good of half the face

the face of half dippled

The bird of bad air, the bird of shit

the mind crooked, the one who craves harm

will drink a stone of reindeer piss

reindeer piss very well

Capital in Helsinki blasphemes

Their strength is oiled off office

In the diary a coloured reed

at the place of the day of judgement!

And the final dance tune

is danced at the very edges

below the arctic sky

and the antarctic ice pack,

D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-Disco Inferno.

Enkelinhöyheniä ikkunalaudalla (Angel's Feathers on the Windowsill)

Let an angel fly,

glide into your dreams.

One can believe in such, can't one?

Maybe you would manage

to take hold of a wing

and alike a feather to waft to the ground.

Like a friend,

that can console you and help you in life,

at a time of need,

as a strenght and a safety in the dark

Let an angel fly,

glide into your dreams.

One can believe in such, can't one?

Maybe you would manage

to take hold of a wing

and alike a feather to waft to the ground.

When you go wrong,

or in the dark you stray from the right path

and when you do not know,

if you will find your way out anymore from there alone.

Let an angel fly,

glide into your dreams.

One can believe in such, can't one?

Maybe you would manage

to take hold of a wing

and alike a feather to waft to the ground.

This too:

Leevi and the Leavings

Miranda

You bade me a wonder,

that I guess I never hoped for

dearest Miranda

Like a stone you fell to the ground

when you let your grip loosen

dearest Miranda

the streets of the small town

full of people

watching you in silence

your long hair tangled

like of an angel's

swinging in the wind

The safety ropes

they were found afterward on the ground

they were not then either

secured

and now neither the soft walls

nor the bars

will ever anguish you

no longer

And

all the strange clothes

and those strange ideas

that you held in your head, I wish to forget

as the messy make-up,

and those mindless games

that you did

Of those fairytales

not one became true

dearest Miranda

there never arrived the white stallion

the knight in his armour

dearest Miranda

the streets of the small town

full of people

watching you in silence

your long hair tangled

like of an angel's

swinging in the wind

The safety ropes

they were found afterward on the ground

they were not then either

secured

and now neither the soft walls

nor the bars

will ever anguish you

no longer

And

all the strange clothes

and those strange ideas

that you held in your head, I wish to forget

as the messy make-up,

and those mindless games

that you did

Rest in peace

dearest Miranda

Rest in peace

circus princess.

And this,

I'll translate also this, a heartbreaking song.

Timo Rautiainen & Trio Niskalaukaus

Lintu(A Bird)

I hardly know him but still

I came to meet him

He is still so very beautiful

as he turns to regard me

"This night is the last one for me"

I hear him say

"I am sick and a tired person

and thus I wish to depart

You already know something of life,

some of that do I know too

when you but dare stay your fears

you shall regain your paradise"

he yet continues, tears in his eyes,

emphasising each word

he holds my hand tightly with his hand

and says, looking into my eyes,

"I do not regret any of those, who I embraced

I at least loved them

I mourn all of those, who I bypassed

who I evaded and fled from

"For ever when I let a person up close

I got close to a person myself

but if I spared and safe-guarded myself

I but got lost and cold"

His gaze fades away, he sighs

his grip loosens

and at that same instant my eyes are dazzled by light

and the room's window opens

when I gaze him again, he has transformed

he has to a bird, in front of me

and it is a bird's shining white wing

that I now hold in my hand

The bird rises and takes awing

I remain there alone

the shape departs to the high skies

the room rings with emptiness

I sit in quietude still and recollect

his last words

half uttering, I repeat them

as he has gone his way.

"I do not regret any of those, who I embraced

I at least loved them

I mourn all of those, who I bypassed

who I evaded and fled from

"For ever when I let a person up close

I got close to a person myself

but if I spared and safe-guarded myself

I but got lost and cold"

Ah, Finnish has no distiction between him and her, the pronouns, so either could be chosen there.