I can't say if Elfman influences Burton but I do think Eflman's work is one of the critical components of Burton's style.

The dialogue-less scene in Edward Scisssorhands that is flashback where we see the inventor for the first time and we are made to understand the irony that his machines look monstrous and scary with sharp bits and permanently bolted smiles, but in truth, they are making something as simple and innocent as sugar cookies is effective because of the music and other nondiagetic sound. It's drums and tuba playing the precise rhythms of factory work. But when Vincent Price holds up the heart-shaped cookie, the change in music is what makes the scene so poignant. Suddenly we are back to the choral voices, to the fairytale feel, back to innocence.

I've watched that scene 3 times per class for 5 classes now.

DH and are like Tep and Tim. He sleeps in boxers with just a quilt and his with feet out...and a fan, there must be a fan. On my side of the bed, I have a down throw over the covers, which I am scrunched under, wearing flannel pajamas. I'd rather have just a duvet, but DH is top sheet addicted. We usually have a podcast playing while we drift off to sleep. As soon as the DH drifts off, which is before me since he's basically an Olympic-level sleeper and falls asleep INSTANTLY, I leap up and turn off the fan.

Side sleeper, top sheet. I always wore socks until I got a heated mattress pad. Now my feet warm up faster without the socks. Other sleepwear depends entirely on the current temperature.

but I do think Eflman's work is one of the critical components of Burton's style.

Definitely. Though I really like the score for the non-Elfman Ed Wood. Theremins and bongos! Which Elfman got to do with Mars Attacks.

The dialogue-less scene in Edward Scisssorhands that is flashback where we see the inventor for the first time and we are made to understand the irony that his machines look monstrous and scary with sharp bits and permanently bolted smiles, but in truth, they are making something as simple and innocent as sugar cookies is effective because of the music and other nondiagetic sound.

That really is one if his prettiest scores.

As soon as the DH drifts off, which is before me since he's basically an Olympic-level sleeper and falls asleep INSTANTLY, I leap up and turn off the fan.

It's interesting hearing all the different ways people adapt to their co-sleeper.

Emmett sleeps with a lullaby mix that I made for him, and I usually tuck him in. When I was growing up I always had the radio on, so if I woke up in the middle of the night I could hear a comforting murmur of voices. I also liked hearing my parents talking or a party in the house after I'd gone to bed.

R.E.M. called their first album Murmur, because Peter Buck and Michael Stipe bonded over that feeling of being a child and driving home with your parents late at night and being drowsy in the back seat, with just the dim light from the dashboard and the murmur of your parents voices.

Never spent any significant time sleeping with anyone else. I don't share beds platonically, and if we bothered to fuck in the bed, one of us should leave after a polite pause. So many of my habits have no witness.

I need covers up to touching my cheeks. They cannot cover my nose. Maybe 5 days a year in LA is warm enough for no socks, but the primary constraint for me is making sure my feet don't get cold--it puts me in a bad mood, and no sleep. I like to have water, so I drink first thing on waking up, but I don't do anything special going to sleep. I lie down, pull the covers up to my cheeks, grab the nearest stuffed thing that's not my pillow--moose, Frodo, or the five foot cushion. But the main blanket has to be the snuggly one. It's fluffy snuggly.

I did a bad thing. I went to Staples. The Staples near home is short of all the things I want to spend a lot of money on, but this wasn't. So I have the six colour Precise V5s--wait, it's seven. And four five millimetre Uniballs. I'm fondling them right now, and it's fucking great.

ita, with regards to TNC, he's spent the better part of the last few years researching and writing about racism in America, and has basically come down on saying that what America is, now, is fundamentally and inextricably bound up with racism--with slavery and its after-effects, and its continuation through other means.

He is very clear-eyed about the problems we have in this country. I can't begin to think of a writer less likely to spout nationalistic slogans (unironically).

With regards to David's question: I sleep with a full set of sheets, top and bottom, and I prefer layers rather than a heavy duvet, so I can adjust the temperature. I wear wool socks to bed because my feet get cold except in the hottest weather. And I sleep on my side or my back, and I often fall asleep these days listening to audiobooks or podcasts.

Then I will conclude he was saying something he didn't mean and he didn't intend to put the savier-than-thou bias in and maybe when there's less impact from his body, his mind will whittle down what he means.

Also, people in France might not try and kill him--I have no idea what he's expecting from the French, so perhaps merely not murdering him will make them look really good. But he should be careful--there might be people who want to kill him, and they should be judged harshly as well, even a little more than the ones who would let him die but are only feeling a sense of ennui about it.

They're not as bad as the Asians, but they can still be pretty inscrutable. Proximity to a stiff upper lip, combined with a language they lie to you about. All those vowels don't actually sound all that different with all those accents. I think they substitute hand signals, like baseball. Fucking aigue.

Oh, and I pretty much always sleep in clothes, also chosen for, usually, interesting texture (wearing flannel PJs and a waffle knit top today. I could stand to get "sleep" socks by following the same pattern. Not necessarily the ones with traction, but any that are nice and curly soft on the inside would be blissy.

And if I get them in the right colour, they'll count towards Mission Pink. In order to accommodate such mission efficiently, I am going to commit to clearing out the "yeah, no, it totally buttons up in front" for shirts that are cut better, because that's the first place I'm butting out.

And I need to take a cold hard look at my heels. I'm just not wearing them--why do I have so many versions? I could never sustain the life for those shoes--it was a record of my unwillingness to say "no, fuck you, I'm wearing these shoes" to which I think I have come much closer recently.

Jilli, I have an ask and a say for your adorable husband (he doesn't lurk, right--you'll paraphrase to make me look better, because I can't resist that temptation for shit...anyway). How does a thing which must happen to him decently often (although it should happen twice as much, I wager. At least half.)...how does he handle that thing? The thing when someone says something of the ilk of "I think you have captured quite a bit of emotion in this" and it's not about the specifics--just when you tried to do something, were even willing to trade some other stuff off to get what you want--a complete stranger has noticed what you were doing, and they compliment you right on it.. I'm assuming "You laid my picture bare to the biggest insecurity, quavering there in the corner, and you're petting it and feeding it treats. Please never leave, strange person?"

I wish I could say that was about my ep recap. Despite last season's practice recap having been much fun, this one was more like dutiful. I had three hurry-ups hit the board and my email from Annalee *and* Charlie Jane. I didn't see a notice from my banking institutions of similarly hurried money, so they'd need to pass the task off to someone with a less west coast job and more willing to recap as they write, and also look up history (I got Family Guy wrong, though). Yeah, that's not about the recap, the "this thing" is. Just a comment, that touched me, on something I bewailed enough that I couldn't do, that my mother who doesn't pay much attention to my art other than she thinks I drop too many hobbies that make me happy, remembers the complaint. How can I put emotions in it??? I'm just drawing what's there! I can't *lie*.

My precision and ability to duplicate a face has diminished, because those lines are being used by emotion now.

Cool. Also, he was (adorably) nice about giving me general "from the ranks" helpful comments while I was still on LJ.

TNC also has killer book recs, and is basically one of the best thinkers who is writing right now. I've been reading him for most of the last half decade. Even when I go on news blackouts for the sake of my sanity, I make a TNC exception.

He sees and can capture in clear language so many different connections when he studies history, and is hugely intellectually curious, which is a fantastic combination.

He is very clear-eyed about the problems we have in this country. I can't begin to think of a writer less likely to spout nationalistic slogans (unironically).

Yeah, basically this.

I generally take meds, if I'm not feeling lazy I do a several part face washing thing, and sometimes remember to pop in my bite guard. Stick my phone on the charger with the alarm set, and pull up my sheet (must have sheet), and blanket and comforter (in winter). Usually wear a tshirt or something, but the only time I put on socks is the rare occasions when I wake up in the middle of the night freezing cold. Then I'll put on socks and a hat.

I've tried sleep masks but tend to unconsciously take them off in the night (I do it with the bite guard too--I have dreams about too much chewing gum in my mouth and take it out!). Side sleeper, though occasionally if I'm having trouble Falling asleep stomach.

R.E.M. called their first album Murmur, because Peter Buck and Michael Stipe bonded over that feeling of being a child and driving home with your parents late at night and being drowsy in the back seat, with just the dim light from the dashboard and the murmur of your parents voices.

I totally associate the sound of late night how's (chatter, chatter, audience laughter, little bit of music) with that comfort of knowing your parents are stil awake and can catch any monsters or fires or bad guys before they make it to you.

How do you go to sleep?

I turn quite a lot in bed, but always counter-clockwise, thanks to the Coriolis effect.