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April - May 2008 stuffs
Friday, May 30, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
More Drawlings!
Two more pieces to throw out to the world of art-thieves. Enjoy.
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Sunday, May 25, 2008
Paper bags and movie-goers
So yesterday I went and payed $18 to see Prince Caspian at the El Capitan theatre in Hollywood. The movie was pretty good, but the whole thing was deflated by this crazyass annoying lady sitting next to me. I thought that the biggest problem-makers in movies were children, but this woman must've been in her forties and she was pissing. me. off.
I knew I was in for it when she first sat down and elbowed be three times trying to get the lid off her popcorn-bucket. Everytime something happened to a good character, she'd go "awww!!!" or applaud when something good happened. She had endless conversation through the whole film with either her three children or whoever was on the other end of her phone (she was on the phone about three times throughout). She stepped on my feet when she got excited and spilled popcorn all over the floor. She asked ME questions during the beginning ("what did I miss?" or "Was there a show before the movies started?") She bounced around in her seat like a 3-year-old during every battle, gasped as loud as humanly possible, insulted the antagonists and cheered the protagonists all aloud and repetetively.
This was the best part of it all: during a part of the movie with rising tension, she kept saying to her kids and to the film "Oh, the lion's going to come!" "When will the lion get here?" or "Here comes the lion, I know it. He'll save them" and then turned to her son and asked, "Who's Aslan?" FUCKING STUPID BITCH!
I feel bad for my brother because he could hear a little bit of her, but had to deal with me leaning on him mostly for the whole movie because my space had been aggressively invaded.
I understand that people get excited for movies; half the theatre applauded when the stupid lion showed up or when the enemies were defeated. But I mean, c'mon, you can't be that stupid to not realize that other people can hear you. And these other people payed a lot of money for this experience.
I wish I had been able to say something to her, but she seemed like one of those creatures that gets fired up when you kindly say, "shut the fuck up," so the problem would have been worse.
Anywho, that's my rant. I'm done now.
And I finished this just a few moments ago. Fun and easy. It's good to get some art out quickly. Refreshing.
And this was earlier this week to go along with my nonfiction piece called "Bible of Cinema." Everything in it that I condoned as holy was broken by the crazy bitch at Prince Caspian. Irony sucks sometimes.
I knew I was in for it when she first sat down and elbowed be three times trying to get the lid off her popcorn-bucket. Everytime something happened to a good character, she'd go "awww!!!" or applaud when something good happened. She had endless conversation through the whole film with either her three children or whoever was on the other end of her phone (she was on the phone about three times throughout). She stepped on my feet when she got excited and spilled popcorn all over the floor. She asked ME questions during the beginning ("what did I miss?" or "Was there a show before the movies started?") She bounced around in her seat like a 3-year-old during every battle, gasped as loud as humanly possible, insulted the antagonists and cheered the protagonists all aloud and repetetively.
This was the best part of it all: during a part of the movie with rising tension, she kept saying to her kids and to the film "Oh, the lion's going to come!" "When will the lion get here?" or "Here comes the lion, I know it. He'll save them" and then turned to her son and asked, "Who's Aslan?" FUCKING STUPID BITCH!
I feel bad for my brother because he could hear a little bit of her, but had to deal with me leaning on him mostly for the whole movie because my space had been aggressively invaded.
I understand that people get excited for movies; half the theatre applauded when the stupid lion showed up or when the enemies were defeated. But I mean, c'mon, you can't be that stupid to not realize that other people can hear you. And these other people payed a lot of money for this experience.
I wish I had been able to say something to her, but she seemed like one of those creatures that gets fired up when you kindly say, "shut the fuck up," so the problem would have been worse.
Anywho, that's my rant. I'm done now.
And I finished this just a few moments ago. Fun and easy. It's good to get some art out quickly. Refreshing.
And this was earlier this week to go along with my nonfiction piece called "Bible of Cinema." Everything in it that I condoned as holy was broken by the crazy bitch at Prince Caspian. Irony sucks sometimes.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Quickie
Speedpaint took me about 2 hours. Good practice, but I definitely need more. Textures make Collette angry..
Monday, May 12, 2008
Post Storm
After such an angry post, I think it’s time to lighten up things a bit.. or at least let the dust settle. Here's what I've cooked up about a day or so ago:
Ha, I must seem like such a drama-bitch from that last post, and I guess at the time I was. Ah well, shit happens.
I’m up for a job interview tomorrow, so I’m gathering all me lucky charms. I don’t know why it’s so hard to find a quality job these days. I mean, all I want to do is get some decent employment above fast food. Is it really too much to ask not to work is a grease-dump? America apparently thinks so.
School’s going pretty well indeed, except for the part where I fail my Japanese midterm, but we’ll kindly ignore that. I’m actually quite enjoying my nonfiction workshop class… mostly. There are some wonderful writers in there that make me blush to turn in my own work, and then there’s other writers who I want to turn my work in with. I suppose it is too much to assume college students know that there is something grammatically retarded with this sentence: “When, I got home I decided to do my homework.” Obviously that decision was not favored for your years in grade school.
Sad really, but this kind of thing makes my work shine like some golden goose of riddles and alliteration. That is until someone tries to critique five pages of my masterpiece. You know people are hurting to find something to correct when their lecturing you on too many adverbs (of which there was about a total of three) or that “writin’” and “doin’” is less of voice and more of an inclination toward laziness. As if it took less effort to press the apostrophe key than to press a ‘g.’
My intermural basketball games are over and I’m as relieved as I am kinda let down. My team was a grand disaster, with three girls who could hold together a play and two boys determined to destroy anything even remotely similar to an organized strategy. The main problem I noticed was the fact that every other team we played not only had more than five players (enough to switch out and give a rest to others), but also seemed to have played together for long enough to ‘click.’ My team worked like five oxen pulling a wagon in each direction of the compass plus one. We’d never make it to Oregon.
Hopefully next quarter me and my good friend Danielle can rally up some peeps who once happened upon the word “teamwork.”
Anywho, I’d tell you lots more, but I’m too lazy and am in dire need of a showering.. and this post, I realize with regret, is quite boring. That’s that then.
Ha, I must seem like such a drama-bitch from that last post, and I guess at the time I was. Ah well, shit happens.
I’m up for a job interview tomorrow, so I’m gathering all me lucky charms. I don’t know why it’s so hard to find a quality job these days. I mean, all I want to do is get some decent employment above fast food. Is it really too much to ask not to work is a grease-dump? America apparently thinks so.
School’s going pretty well indeed, except for the part where I fail my Japanese midterm, but we’ll kindly ignore that. I’m actually quite enjoying my nonfiction workshop class… mostly. There are some wonderful writers in there that make me blush to turn in my own work, and then there’s other writers who I want to turn my work in with. I suppose it is too much to assume college students know that there is something grammatically retarded with this sentence: “When, I got home I decided to do my homework.” Obviously that decision was not favored for your years in grade school.
Sad really, but this kind of thing makes my work shine like some golden goose of riddles and alliteration. That is until someone tries to critique five pages of my masterpiece. You know people are hurting to find something to correct when their lecturing you on too many adverbs (of which there was about a total of three) or that “writin’” and “doin’” is less of voice and more of an inclination toward laziness. As if it took less effort to press the apostrophe key than to press a ‘g.’
My intermural basketball games are over and I’m as relieved as I am kinda let down. My team was a grand disaster, with three girls who could hold together a play and two boys determined to destroy anything even remotely similar to an organized strategy. The main problem I noticed was the fact that every other team we played not only had more than five players (enough to switch out and give a rest to others), but also seemed to have played together for long enough to ‘click.’ My team worked like five oxen pulling a wagon in each direction of the compass plus one. We’d never make it to Oregon.
Hopefully next quarter me and my good friend Danielle can rally up some peeps who once happened upon the word “teamwork.”
Anywho, I’d tell you lots more, but I’m too lazy and am in dire need of a showering.. and this post, I realize with regret, is quite boring. That’s that then.
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