Soup of Salad?
No one has replied to the applications I sent in (5 of them, so far), and I'm a little disappointed. I guess I'll just keep browsing the wanted ads in the paper, but it's getting close to the time school starts and I need to be able to makes car 'n college payments if I'm going to do this art semester at home. @__@ It's frustrating, the way it's difficult to get a job unless you have job experience, but you can't get experience until you have a job. Who the hell set that system up, anyway? I ought to punch them in the mouth.
Started writing the pilot episode of that animation I was talking about. Screenplays aren't really my strong point, I've decided. I like to describe things, but if you go into too much detail it stagnates the flow of the scene and makes the script look longer than it really is, so you can actually end up coming up short, time-wise. I guess the challenge is to describe things adequately using the least amount of space that you can without it sounding choppy and- and bad x| At least I enjoy coming up with dialogue- my characters talk a lot as I'm going to sleep, so that's always good inspiration. xD Like Grant explaining his view of the world to Jess. That one little chat helped to reveal some things about his personality that I hadn't known before.
This morning I woke up, and then fell back into to sleep when I discovered Mom was vacuuming (my cat and I agree about that particular contraption). Dad was watching the new outside of my room, however, so I ended up having this crazy-ass dream about being in the Middle East. At one point I ended up wandering through the desert to Beirut so I could find the supply of fitness water my dad had left for me there earlier. As I was wandering, I found all sorts of interesting rocks, but none that I wanted to keep. There was a quartz-like substance buried in a piece of gray rock and scattered around in the ground, but when I picked it up it crumbled to dust in my fingers (I thought it probably wasn't finished forming yet). There was another type of rock closer to a small housing thingy that was perfectly clear, except for the opaque colors that were sometimes swirled through it (mostly red). You know that pressed acrylic they make the tacky necklaces and earrings out of? That's kind of what it looked like. It was as light as cheap plastic when you picked it up, although it felt smooth like acrylic. The biggest piece (which had, purrhaps, eight flat faces) was right outside someone's back door. I bent down and picked it up, but there were sounds coming from the house and it occured to me that maybe it was someone else's, so I dropped it uncerimoniously and fled.
The next part had something or other to do with gun control (I ended up shooting some high-ranking politician with a tranquilizer dart). Earlier, a US politician was fighting with a Middle Eastern diplomat about lunch. The diplomat was being as tight-lipped and recalictrant as humanly possible, and the policitian was struggling to even get him to check off what he wanted for lunch on a little piece of paper. Soup or salad? I guess the UN wanted to know in advance. xD
If that's what I dream about when listening to the news, I'm probably doing the world a favor by not running for office.
Started writing the pilot episode of that animation I was talking about. Screenplays aren't really my strong point, I've decided. I like to describe things, but if you go into too much detail it stagnates the flow of the scene and makes the script look longer than it really is, so you can actually end up coming up short, time-wise. I guess the challenge is to describe things adequately using the least amount of space that you can without it sounding choppy and- and bad x| At least I enjoy coming up with dialogue- my characters talk a lot as I'm going to sleep, so that's always good inspiration. xD Like Grant explaining his view of the world to Jess. That one little chat helped to reveal some things about his personality that I hadn't known before.
This morning I woke up, and then fell back into to sleep when I discovered Mom was vacuuming (my cat and I agree about that particular contraption). Dad was watching the new outside of my room, however, so I ended up having this crazy-ass dream about being in the Middle East. At one point I ended up wandering through the desert to Beirut so I could find the supply of fitness water my dad had left for me there earlier. As I was wandering, I found all sorts of interesting rocks, but none that I wanted to keep. There was a quartz-like substance buried in a piece of gray rock and scattered around in the ground, but when I picked it up it crumbled to dust in my fingers (I thought it probably wasn't finished forming yet). There was another type of rock closer to a small housing thingy that was perfectly clear, except for the opaque colors that were sometimes swirled through it (mostly red). You know that pressed acrylic they make the tacky necklaces and earrings out of? That's kind of what it looked like. It was as light as cheap plastic when you picked it up, although it felt smooth like acrylic. The biggest piece (which had, purrhaps, eight flat faces) was right outside someone's back door. I bent down and picked it up, but there were sounds coming from the house and it occured to me that maybe it was someone else's, so I dropped it uncerimoniously and fled.
The next part had something or other to do with gun control (I ended up shooting some high-ranking politician with a tranquilizer dart). Earlier, a US politician was fighting with a Middle Eastern diplomat about lunch. The diplomat was being as tight-lipped and recalictrant as humanly possible, and the policitian was struggling to even get him to check off what he wanted for lunch on a little piece of paper. Soup or salad? I guess the UN wanted to know in advance. xD
If that's what I dream about when listening to the news, I'm probably doing the world a favor by not running for office.