Cubisim...
"Life... is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable, because all you get back is another box of chocolates. You're stuck with this undefinable whipped-mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there's nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while, there's a peanut butter cup, or an English toffee. But they're gone too fast, the taste is fleeting. So you end up with nothing but broken bits, filled with hardened jelly and teeth-crunching nuts, and if you're desperate enough to eat those, all you've got left is a... is an empty box... filled with useless, brown paper wrappers." - CSM 'The X-Files'
Some people think that's depressing... personally I think it's insightful.... The key to life then... is not to eat all the peanut butter cups at once... to save them and stretch them out in between the jelly and nuts... and enjoy them all.
I should mention that I'm writing this in my animation survey class... taught by a Dr. Phil look alike from the music department. Some people are taking notes, but there's really no point, since he’s not telling me anything I don't already know… it's only the first day though so there's hope... it will pick up eventually. I don't want to risk writing ficion in here though in case one of the other students is reading over my shoulder... the room's full of EMaC Majors, and I don't want my idea's stolen, consciously or not.
Ok, catching up... over the weekend I did a re-image of my entire computer, and I lost all my RPI webmail because idiot Marisa didn't back up her Outlook files. Yeah Outlook. Don't look at me like that. I've been so busy you're lucky I'm blogging at all.
The other night, Friday night, when I was home... I had a dream where my mother promised some friend of hers that I would help her break into her sons locker at my old high school. I was supposed to carry the knapsack with all the equipment... but the only damn thing in the fracking knapsack was 3 sets of box cutters. I tried to tell them I didn't think it was smart to bring them you can't get into Shen lockers with bolt cutters because the locks are built in and even id you could we wouldn't need 3 pairs. So she sent me to my room, to bed, at 4 in the afternoon... and I went. Dreams are bizarre but this has to be the strangest one I've had since the one where my best friend from elementary school tried to get me to help her steal a plastic pool from the Toys R Us.
Let's see... what else... Hi Mom!!! Yes... in case you are reading... so I've been quite busy with classes started up again and rehearsals for "Trevor" and getting my costume ready for Genericon this weekend. Yes, I'll blog about that again too. And I'll post pictures of my cosplay outfit too. Mom and I worked all weekend on it last weekends. It came out quite tell. I put the finishing touches on it Saturday. That's what I was doing sleeping at home Friday night.
"Trevor" seems to be doing ok, but we have some major cast changes. Two people have quit thus far. The girl who plays my daughter, the lesbian (the character, not the actress) says if I quit too she'll kill me. That's ok though, as I don't plan to quit. I do need to study my lines more though as I still carry my script about. Mostly as a security thing I think, but I won't know till I try to go without it but I'm scared to cause I've never had this many lines before.
Classes are going well, but no one wants to hear about that, so... moving on... I need to clean my room on Wendsday for Rachel to come over on Friday, because I won't have time on Thursday, with all the classs and stuff. I do hope my leggings arrive in time for the Con because mom and I put so much time into that tunic jacket that if I can't wear it it will be very sad.
*New Sheet of Loose Leaf.*
So yes... Genericon... and "Trevor" and Classess. I still haven't published a 3 on Juanita in ages, apologies about that... but the rest of the domain is all hunky dory.
The professor jus ttried to explain a feminist viewpoint and fell, in my opinion, flat on his face. He may look like Doctor Phil, but he's a crap psychologist... then, so is Doctor Phil. There's a Damn awful lot of scope's in animation... and as a note... it seems that animation exists out of the desire for porn, sad as it sounds.
Right then... I've run out of interesting things to say... so I'm gonna sign off here with the promise of Genericon Photos in the near future, and a 3onJ by the end of Febuary.
8^)
Addendum: Never let a Music Professor try to explain cubism.
Addendum: Ever get the feeling that you are in control of your heart beat? Like you can take control of breathing, and you've taken control of your heart beat... and if you forget to think if it... your heart will stop? I'm having that feeling now... but it could just be that it's cold as hell in this room.
Addendum: Armageddon starts at 4:15, or so it says on the board. It neglects, however, to say am or pm, and on what day.
Addendum: Just once, on a cop show… I'd like to see someone cured of the hiccups they had all episode, when they get shot... not fatally of course... and then I want them to say... when they are asked later how bad it was... I want them to say "On the bright side, at least it cured my hiccups." I can’t decide weather to leave it at that... or have the hiccups come back the moment they mention them.
Addendum: Note to Proffesor. Oil Paint is a MEDIA not a Technique, and the special thing about cuibisim, is not the subject matter, but the Technique with which it is rendered… from a different perspective than the forced perspective we are accustomed too. It’s an Old Media, and a NEW Technique… NOT an old technique and new content. Yes, a nude descending a staircase was taboo to paint… but… you can’t even tell what it is unless you are told… then again that’s the beauty of Cubisim. It wouldn’t have been nearly so impressive (and it probably wouldn’t have been allowed) is he had used an OLD Technique.
Transcription Note: This was a full two pages of looseleaf... including addendums, which were written in neat little half page width boxes.
Some people think that's depressing... personally I think it's insightful.... The key to life then... is not to eat all the peanut butter cups at once... to save them and stretch them out in between the jelly and nuts... and enjoy them all.
I should mention that I'm writing this in my animation survey class... taught by a Dr. Phil look alike from the music department. Some people are taking notes, but there's really no point, since he’s not telling me anything I don't already know… it's only the first day though so there's hope... it will pick up eventually. I don't want to risk writing ficion in here though in case one of the other students is reading over my shoulder... the room's full of EMaC Majors, and I don't want my idea's stolen, consciously or not.
Ok, catching up... over the weekend I did a re-image of my entire computer, and I lost all my RPI webmail because idiot Marisa didn't back up her Outlook files. Yeah Outlook. Don't look at me like that. I've been so busy you're lucky I'm blogging at all.
The other night, Friday night, when I was home... I had a dream where my mother promised some friend of hers that I would help her break into her sons locker at my old high school. I was supposed to carry the knapsack with all the equipment... but the only damn thing in the fracking knapsack was 3 sets of box cutters. I tried to tell them I didn't think it was smart to bring them you can't get into Shen lockers with bolt cutters because the locks are built in and even id you could we wouldn't need 3 pairs. So she sent me to my room, to bed, at 4 in the afternoon... and I went. Dreams are bizarre but this has to be the strangest one I've had since the one where my best friend from elementary school tried to get me to help her steal a plastic pool from the Toys R Us.
Let's see... what else... Hi Mom!!! Yes... in case you are reading... so I've been quite busy with classes started up again and rehearsals for "Trevor" and getting my costume ready for Genericon this weekend. Yes, I'll blog about that again too. And I'll post pictures of my cosplay outfit too. Mom and I worked all weekend on it last weekends. It came out quite tell. I put the finishing touches on it Saturday. That's what I was doing sleeping at home Friday night.
"Trevor" seems to be doing ok, but we have some major cast changes. Two people have quit thus far. The girl who plays my daughter, the lesbian (the character, not the actress) says if I quit too she'll kill me. That's ok though, as I don't plan to quit. I do need to study my lines more though as I still carry my script about. Mostly as a security thing I think, but I won't know till I try to go without it but I'm scared to cause I've never had this many lines before.
Classes are going well, but no one wants to hear about that, so... moving on... I need to clean my room on Wendsday for Rachel to come over on Friday, because I won't have time on Thursday, with all the classs and stuff. I do hope my leggings arrive in time for the Con because mom and I put so much time into that tunic jacket that if I can't wear it it will be very sad.
*New Sheet of Loose Leaf.*
So yes... Genericon... and "Trevor" and Classess. I still haven't published a 3 on Juanita in ages, apologies about that... but the rest of the domain is all hunky dory.
The professor jus ttried to explain a feminist viewpoint and fell, in my opinion, flat on his face. He may look like Doctor Phil, but he's a crap psychologist... then, so is Doctor Phil. There's a Damn awful lot of scope's in animation... and as a note... it seems that animation exists out of the desire for porn, sad as it sounds.
Right then... I've run out of interesting things to say... so I'm gonna sign off here with the promise of Genericon Photos in the near future, and a 3onJ by the end of Febuary.
8^)
Addendum: Never let a Music Professor try to explain cubism.
Addendum: Ever get the feeling that you are in control of your heart beat? Like you can take control of breathing, and you've taken control of your heart beat... and if you forget to think if it... your heart will stop? I'm having that feeling now... but it could just be that it's cold as hell in this room.
Addendum: Armageddon starts at 4:15, or so it says on the board. It neglects, however, to say am or pm, and on what day.
Addendum: Just once, on a cop show… I'd like to see someone cured of the hiccups they had all episode, when they get shot... not fatally of course... and then I want them to say... when they are asked later how bad it was... I want them to say "On the bright side, at least it cured my hiccups." I can’t decide weather to leave it at that... or have the hiccups come back the moment they mention them.
Addendum: Note to Proffesor. Oil Paint is a MEDIA not a Technique, and the special thing about cuibisim, is not the subject matter, but the Technique with which it is rendered… from a different perspective than the forced perspective we are accustomed too. It’s an Old Media, and a NEW Technique… NOT an old technique and new content. Yes, a nude descending a staircase was taboo to paint… but… you can’t even tell what it is unless you are told… then again that’s the beauty of Cubisim. It wouldn’t have been nearly so impressive (and it probably wouldn’t have been allowed) is he had used an OLD Technique.
Transcription Note: This was a full two pages of looseleaf... including addendums, which were written in neat little half page width boxes.