I feel smart when I'm too tired to know better.
1) I realized the other day that I have no patience for people who have more than 10 LJ icons. I know some people will defend their gallery of 80+ pictures as some sort of nostalgia-capsule, but seriously... if you want a photo gallery of yourself there are plenty of websites dedicated to that sort of thing that don't demand you shrink all images to a mere 100x100 pixels, so bullshit to you sir or madame. And for everyone else: you could probably be doing something more constructive with your time than manufacturing or hunting for little tiny representations of the many facets of your personality. If you want to advertise your quirkiness to the world, go buy a slogan t-shirt at hot topic like everybody else.
2) Yesterday during a lull at work I seriously had to try not to throw my hands into the air and run out of the office screaming incoherently. I've restructured my resume yet again in the hopes of getting something entry level in a more... creative... environment, but if I were holding my breath for anything good to come my way I'd be dead by now. WongDoody sent me my very first rejection letter, so I guess I'm a grownup now.
3) My silent movie script has moved fully out of my control. The projected budget continues to climb and is now in the $2,000 (of other peoples money) range. The crew now includes at least 6 senior animation students and one instructor from Cornish, putting it at roughly 15 people. I'm being shut out of the creative process, relegated to the inglorious position of brandishing the script and yelling at people if they try to get too stupid, but for the most part I don't care what happens as long as the fucker gets made. Particularly as The film festival talk is building to a fevered pitch. None of these things are bad developments for a project that was originally supposed to cost a maximum of $200, involve maybe three or four people, and go straight to youtube.
4) Rejection is inevitable. For some reason I feel better for finally understanding this.
5) Why the fuck is it so difficult to find girls who look Russian? And why do girls of actual Russian descent insist on pretending that they're not? This Communist Party fashion spread isn't going to shoot itself here, people.