As someone recently suggested in tinychat I have created a crackychan.org minecraft server as a place for people to play with other crackyfags and chat and stuff. I don't play minecraft very often so I wont be moderating it that much. It does not have that much ram and as such will only take a few players, probably about 12. Its whitelisted so you will need to post your usernames in this thread and then I will add them to prevent someone posting the IP on /b/ and crashing it. It will soon be accessible from minecraft.crackychan.org but for now connect to 216.230.229.24:2159 once I have added you to the whitelist. I just generated the world so there is nothing in it and it may lag as you explore new areas and generate data and stuff. Feel free to build temples to Cracky or whatever you want to do, I expect not that many of you will be interested.
Catharsis only happens when it's raining
Cracky only loves you when she's playing
They say, cam whores, they will come and they will go
When the Skyqueen washes you clean, you'll know
You'll know
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bDthfYFsWH0
Her pictures are all so relatively small today. There's something about zooming way in and just slowly absorbing as much information as you can. How much lowly background matter has just been overlooked, how much has never been mentioned, analyzed, written about? You could spend hours on just one photo. One relatively, presently tiny photo. Imagine the overload of visual and other sensory information if these pictures were taken with a more professional grade camera.
Anyway. This picture. I'm sure it has to have been said before, but what a serendipitously beautiful shot. The classic orange and blue color compliment, the perfect diagonal split of the wall, the texture contrast between the defined wall and the wild clouds, the perfectly aimed low angle with her looking up, her slightly left frame position but right facing actual position, her crossover into the cloudy dark void, the dark looming flag structure reaching into the heavens.
Has a picture ever so perfectly capture that time of early evening, that feeling you get...? It's like a dream you regret waking up from. I can't describe that feeling justly. It's one of those things that makes you think, just for a second, that maybe the world is more than just unromantic daily monotony. Maybe if we stay up late, and wish hard enough, the world can be as mysterious and romantic as we want. Nights of youth like that go by so cruelly quick.