Which way do we go now, Stella?
So I'm taking this minimester class on 2-D Digital Animation. It's pretty awesome if only for the fact that I can fuck around with After Effects and make anything I want. My current final project entails a Monkey walking down a dark street ranting about life. It's pretty depressing and stupid, but I like it.
One thing though, animating dialogue is the biggest BITCH in the world. I gotta fucking listen to individual pieces of words every 3 frames or so, and pick a mouth shape that best represents that. Do this over 40 seconds of dialogue and you see my situation.
Rainforest Cafe is eating my soul. The people that work there are great, but the patrons are just vile. They see me dressed in this fucking lame ass Safari green shirt and assume that this is what I'm only doing with my life. They talk down to me, act like they're pretentious upperclass snobs, and are generally mean spirited people. All the while their kids are throwing stuffed animals and bouncy balls all over the place. What gets me is that I know I'm smarter than these people, but I can't do shit about it other than talk behind their backs while they walk away. So goddamn frustrating.
I'm listening to a lot of Saves the Day again. That can't spell good tidings.
One thing though, animating dialogue is the biggest BITCH in the world. I gotta fucking listen to individual pieces of words every 3 frames or so, and pick a mouth shape that best represents that. Do this over 40 seconds of dialogue and you see my situation.
Rainforest Cafe is eating my soul. The people that work there are great, but the patrons are just vile. They see me dressed in this fucking lame ass Safari green shirt and assume that this is what I'm only doing with my life. They talk down to me, act like they're pretentious upperclass snobs, and are generally mean spirited people. All the while their kids are throwing stuffed animals and bouncy balls all over the place. What gets me is that I know I'm smarter than these people, but I can't do shit about it other than talk behind their backs while they walk away. So goddamn frustrating.
I'm listening to a lot of Saves the Day again. That can't spell good tidings.