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-Got all the camera equipment I need to shoot the short film now. (movie, technically. but calling something a short film sounds nicer than 'short movie') Was going to buy something fancier, but! If I buy a slightly nicer camera, the picture quality wouldn't be supremely greater, plus I'd not have any greenbacks leftover for extra batteries/sd cards/chargers/etc. So I just bought that extra jazz for the little Kodak thing I have already. So!
-Worst thing ever is when I'm on the bus and I'm feeling all anxious and it's semi-crowded, and my sense of not actually being a part of the universe I'm looking at gets all intense & fierce. What always happens is I become unsure if I look like I am existing in a manner visually consistent with all the human beings surrounding me. Like I'm doing a poor job of faking that I'm a person too. Even if that doesn't technically make any logical sense.
It becomes especially absurd when my attentions regarding it are focused upon my face. Especially the architecture of my mouth. I feel like it's stretching out too wide, or that maybe my lips are pinching together too hard. It becomes a genuinely physical feeling of strain, so much so that I'll position myself in the seat so that I look like I'm putting my hand over my mouth in an unselfconsciously natural, casual manner. Very very obnoxious.
This doesn't happen always, maybe... 15 percent of the time. Very fascinating, yes indeed.
-I'm certain, if I wasn't so always overtly overwhelmed by everything my senses digest, from sights to sounds to ideas to etc, I'd be leagues smarter than I am. Aka, I would be smart. I always feel like I'm devouring the information for the first time, thusly on basic, grandly conceptual levels, I'm so overwhelmed, that I get idiot-afied and have to gingerly re-walk the path towards intellectual complexity regarding the topic every single successive time. I will be a frothy-thoughted mongrel dope forever, I suspect.
Also, THE RAELETTES. Ray Charles loved his chick backup singers so much, he started making songs which featured their singing stylings alone! Hot Tamale! You can hear him just ever so barely in the background, playing piano and getting all enthused about the great sound. (For some reason the spelling of the group name wasn't always the same. I stick with Raelettes cause it's spelled that most frequently. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Raelettes)
-Worst thing ever is when I'm on the bus and I'm feeling all anxious and it's semi-crowded, and my sense of not actually being a part of the universe I'm looking at gets all intense & fierce. What always happens is I become unsure if I look like I am existing in a manner visually consistent with all the human beings surrounding me. Like I'm doing a poor job of faking that I'm a person too. Even if that doesn't technically make any logical sense.
It becomes especially absurd when my attentions regarding it are focused upon my face. Especially the architecture of my mouth. I feel like it's stretching out too wide, or that maybe my lips are pinching together too hard. It becomes a genuinely physical feeling of strain, so much so that I'll position myself in the seat so that I look like I'm putting my hand over my mouth in an unselfconsciously natural, casual manner. Very very obnoxious.
This doesn't happen always, maybe... 15 percent of the time. Very fascinating, yes indeed.
-I'm certain, if I wasn't so always overtly overwhelmed by everything my senses digest, from sights to sounds to ideas to etc, I'd be leagues smarter than I am. Aka, I would be smart. I always feel like I'm devouring the information for the first time, thusly on basic, grandly conceptual levels, I'm so overwhelmed, that I get idiot-afied and have to gingerly re-walk the path towards intellectual complexity regarding the topic every single successive time. I will be a frothy-thoughted mongrel dope forever, I suspect.
Also, THE RAELETTES. Ray Charles loved his chick backup singers so much, he started making songs which featured their singing stylings alone! Hot Tamale! You can hear him just ever so barely in the background, playing piano and getting all enthused about the great sound. (For some reason the spelling of the group name wasn't always the same. I stick with Raelettes cause it's spelled that most frequently. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Raelettes)
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