As some of you know I'm shooting a short film for school.
However, a new wrinkle has developed on this the worst day ever.
My group for this film was short handed to begin with and now one of the guys has timed out of the class and is longer interested in working on the project leaving the other guy and me up shit creek without a paddle.
So I'm sending out a distress call to you guys. I need your help badly. If I don't get this film done I'm not passing this class.
What I'm asking is in a couple of weeks we plan on starting to shoot the film and we need more people.
It's being shot at my place now, and I'm willing to pay gas money for people to come up and help us out (perhaps even to co-star along side your's truely). To sweeten the pot I'm even willing to buy a couple of bottles of booze for after shooting is done. This might mean spending a couple consecutive fridays up here.
I don't ask for help often and I'm really hoping some of you will come through or I'm completely screwed.
Help me friends-wan kenobi, you're my only hope.
Oh and if anyone has any recording equipment for musical instraments they can lend Joe I'd be in your debt.
Please guys I'm begging here.
The dates aren't locked in stone and we're willing to work around people's schedules.
-The Pleading Pondering Dragon
XXX Karaoke.
What I'd like to see more of are Titty bars that have Karaoke nights. I must have driven past the exotic dancing place on my way to Hudson hundreds of times (I still don't remember the name of the joint) but today was the first day I noticed they have Karaoke on Saturdays.
I'm loving the idea. There is just something applealing about bare-chested women singing karaoke side by side with their johns that makes me giggle like a japanese schoolgirl in heat.
I do have some pics of my latest textured box (it seems like that's all we're doing), but I'm in the middle of a computer reconstruction at the moment and they are unaccessable. I'll put them up sometime next week.
For now enjoy the thought of a stripper singing "You got me Babe" along side an overweight guy with a raging errection. It'll brighten your day.
I'm loving the idea. There is just something applealing about bare-chested women singing karaoke side by side with their johns that makes me giggle like a japanese schoolgirl in heat.
I do have some pics of my latest textured box (it seems like that's all we're doing), but I'm in the middle of a computer reconstruction at the moment and they are unaccessable. I'll put them up sometime next week.
For now enjoy the thought of a stripper singing "You got me Babe" along side an overweight guy with a raging errection. It'll brighten your day.
I've Had a Bad Couple of Days nd All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt
...And now I've lost the T-Shirt.
So, all I'm left with is a bad couple of days...
That pretty much sums up this weekend. Especially Monday and now Tuesday.
I've been awake for about 30 hours and in the car for 5 of those. It took me 2 hours 30 minutes to drive into school this morning, because people are idiots. This made me 45 minutes late for class, which is not a good thing because if I miss 12 hours total out of the quarter I flunk the class. 11 hours 15 minutes left and it's only week 2. The cold is also breaking my car. I'm sad.
It's starting to dawn on me how awfully busy I'm going to be for the next 2 months. But on the bright side once it's all over I get to goto Seattle for a couple of days. I love that city.
But now I'm going to cure my woes the best way I can. Catch a nap, catch some beer, and catch some coffee before I'm on the road again in less than 12 hours. Why do I want to become an animator so badly? Oh yea, I love it.
And for your viewing pleasure, three shots of the crate I did for class today. And yes I did the textures myself. It's not great, but it's not bad seeing that this is the third class.
That's all I got. See you all when I'm more coherent (meaning in a couple of months) =P
-The Pondering Dragon
So, all I'm left with is a bad couple of days...
That pretty much sums up this weekend. Especially Monday and now Tuesday.
I've been awake for about 30 hours and in the car for 5 of those. It took me 2 hours 30 minutes to drive into school this morning, because people are idiots. This made me 45 minutes late for class, which is not a good thing because if I miss 12 hours total out of the quarter I flunk the class. 11 hours 15 minutes left and it's only week 2. The cold is also breaking my car. I'm sad.
It's starting to dawn on me how awfully busy I'm going to be for the next 2 months. But on the bright side once it's all over I get to goto Seattle for a couple of days. I love that city.
But now I'm going to cure my woes the best way I can. Catch a nap, catch some beer, and catch some coffee before I'm on the road again in less than 12 hours. Why do I want to become an animator so badly? Oh yea, I love it.
And for your viewing pleasure, three shots of the crate I did for class today. And yes I did the textures myself. It's not great, but it's not bad seeing that this is the third class.
That's all I got. See you all when I'm more coherent (meaning in a couple of months) =P-The Pondering Dragon
I've tweaked my commputer but still it takes forever.
So I have to be up in a couple of hours, but I'm waiting for 3ds max to fucking finish rendering the over the top "simple" project for my digital imaging class.
"Just apply textures to these 15 objects and your done!"
Sounds simple really. However on the sylibus my instructor made the mistake of placing the words "photo realistic" out there for anyone to see. The bastard. So I've spent the last two nights working on realistic textures (in truth towards the end I just gave up and went with easy textrues, but the ones I worked on before are cool). Damn his eyes!
Heh, anyway that's my night.
Oh good story. I couple of posts ago (on sunday night, I believe) I posted a rant inspired by the writings of one Warren Ellis. I was just attempting to use as much discriptive language as I could while hopped up on as much caffine and cigs as I could stomach before going into class. What can I say, I get weird when I'm nervous.
Anyway, so I check back and some random person (perhaps I know you, perhaps I don't) posted a high-larious comment about it telling me to get some self worth! I love it! After years I've managed to compile a writing style that is reviled on the internet! I win!
Anyway I really want to goto bed, but rendering won't finish! It just won't stop! The worst part about doing a final render is having nothing to do until it finishes (which can take up to 2 hours per frame). I really don't want to stay awake that long. Next time, next time, I will remember to dial back my awesomeness to a reasonable ammount when working on "simple projects".
Woot! It just got to the halfway point after an hour! I think I'll have enough time to do the last shot I want before going to school. However, this means I'll have to do three hours of gesture drawing on no sleep...things could get really interesting tomarrow =).
Ohhh! Ohhh! Tomarrow is the last day of my first week! I'm excited! I want a break! I deserve it! I've been good! I can't stop writing, or using exclimation marks!
Why am I making you guys read this? Hell, I dunno. I'm going to cook some food. I just remembered I haven't eaten since...hells bells, 25 hours ago. So that's what that pain is! I'm so smart sometimes it's scary.
Catch Y'all on the flip side.
(oh and I'll post the pics if they ever finish rendering)
-The Pondering Dragon
The Coining of Phrases
So I think I'm giong to have new business cards printed up for me. On them they will read:
The Pondering Dragon
-Artist-
-Animator-
-Breakfast Philosopher-
-Drama Surgeon-
Rates are as cheap as a cup of coffee
Food always welcome
I also think I'm going to print up some coupons:
-Artist-
-Animator-
-Breakfast Philosopher-
-Drama Surgeon-
Rates are as cheap as a cup of coffee
Food always welcome
I also think I'm going to print up some coupons:
The Pondering Dragon: Drama Surgeon
Buy me 2 Dinners, get 1 Free!!!
Basicly I'm trying to coin the phrase "Drama Surgeon", if you haven't caught on yet. The same way I did with "Breakfast Philosophy".
And if Drama Surgeon has already been coined, I just please ask you not to piss on my parade. I made it up, if it existed before it's not my fault.
I did the same thing with Zeno's philosophies back in high school.
But for now I'm going to crash into that comatose state I promised myself earlier.
Drop a line and tell me what you think.
Buy me 2 Dinners, get 1 Free!!!
Basicly I'm trying to coin the phrase "Drama Surgeon", if you haven't caught on yet. The same way I did with "Breakfast Philosophy".
And if Drama Surgeon has already been coined, I just please ask you not to piss on my parade. I made it up, if it existed before it's not my fault.
I did the same thing with Zeno's philosophies back in high school.
But for now I'm going to crash into that comatose state I promised myself earlier.
Drop a line and tell me what you think.
It's Four in the Morning
I'm jittering from a caffine buzz. My fingers can't sit still on the keyboard because of the nicotine intake I've had. I've been to the coffee shop instead of sleeping like a good school boy because I'm fucking terrified that I'm going to sleep through my first day of classes.
That's right the daily grind is back upon me. I've had three bliss filled weeks where I could sleep for twelve hours and wake up knowing I only had to hit two levels on World of Warcraft before I could sleep again.
But that's all over now. The last few days I've woken with an irritation I can't place. Everything seems wrong with my life and nothing is the way it should be. It's all a clue that I've been dreaming again. I wish I knew how to stop. When I'm asleep I have a peice of mind that rivals soaking in a nice hot bath with the lights turned low, music playing in the background and bubbles of the champene tickling your nose. When I wake all that ends and I have to deal with the stinking fetid pile of donkey piss that was left from the days previous.
If I dreamed tonight I know I wouldn't want to grind my way back to consiousness and face the blank uncaring faces of those that hold my testicles in their hands. So instead I chose to make myself drunk on caffine, cigs, and Warren Ellis. Nothing prepares you for a shitty day better than that.
In three hours I'll be falling asleep trying to comprehend why the overly chipper instructor isn't assigning us work on the first day back (That's right I like to jump in the pool of work and swim until I get a cramp in the one place you don't want anyone else to know you have and drown instead of getting out and toweling off like any sane person would) and come back to the pit of a room I have wishing that I cleaned it on my three weeks off. I'll fall into a coma like trance hoping that I set my alarms for the next day and start the process all over again.
All I want right now is to be able to wake up and think my life is better than the one I dream for myself. To prove my worth to the uncaring masses around me. To be able to leave at least a shit stain on the bed sheets of life to prove that I was here. Instead of ghosting from one opportunity to the next.
And the opportunity to do so all starts again today.
I've wasted enough time here. I have to start getting ready for the first day of eleven weeks that will encompase my existance.
Hope your day goes just as well.
- The Pondering Dragon
That's right the daily grind is back upon me. I've had three bliss filled weeks where I could sleep for twelve hours and wake up knowing I only had to hit two levels on World of Warcraft before I could sleep again.
But that's all over now. The last few days I've woken with an irritation I can't place. Everything seems wrong with my life and nothing is the way it should be. It's all a clue that I've been dreaming again. I wish I knew how to stop. When I'm asleep I have a peice of mind that rivals soaking in a nice hot bath with the lights turned low, music playing in the background and bubbles of the champene tickling your nose. When I wake all that ends and I have to deal with the stinking fetid pile of donkey piss that was left from the days previous.
If I dreamed tonight I know I wouldn't want to grind my way back to consiousness and face the blank uncaring faces of those that hold my testicles in their hands. So instead I chose to make myself drunk on caffine, cigs, and Warren Ellis. Nothing prepares you for a shitty day better than that.
In three hours I'll be falling asleep trying to comprehend why the overly chipper instructor isn't assigning us work on the first day back (That's right I like to jump in the pool of work and swim until I get a cramp in the one place you don't want anyone else to know you have and drown instead of getting out and toweling off like any sane person would) and come back to the pit of a room I have wishing that I cleaned it on my three weeks off. I'll fall into a coma like trance hoping that I set my alarms for the next day and start the process all over again.
All I want right now is to be able to wake up and think my life is better than the one I dream for myself. To prove my worth to the uncaring masses around me. To be able to leave at least a shit stain on the bed sheets of life to prove that I was here. Instead of ghosting from one opportunity to the next.
And the opportunity to do so all starts again today.
I've wasted enough time here. I have to start getting ready for the first day of eleven weeks that will encompase my existance.
Hope your day goes just as well.
- The Pondering Dragon
New Year
So I made it into this new year.
Goodbye '06 I won't miss you.
Nothing all that good happened durring you and a lot of bad things did happen.
So, so long and good riddence.
I got home after the festivities (which took a week longer than I origionally planned) to find my brother's cat was well again, and I made the Dean's list. Which is like the Honor Roll back in high school, exept that I don't get a bumper sticker.
That's really all the news.
Got to see some great people.
Didn't get sick.
And no family member was harmed on New Years. Who said bad things come is threes? (knock on wood).
I'm resting it up at home, and back at school on monday.
Catch y'all later.
-The Pondering Dragon
... ... ...
I'm shaking my head, trying to be thankful that a member of my family is not dead today.
Early this morning my uncle Robbie was shot in the head. There are a couple of news articles about it here and here. He's going to be fine...well mostly. Aparently he took the bullet in his eye, but suffered no further damage. He's going to lose the eye, but he's been up and is angry but joking about it saying, "Well, I'll have to dig out my pirate gear now".
The doctors say that there is some swelling in the brain cavity and a little bleeding, but nothing they are worried about. They're talking about putting him in a medically induced coma so the swelling can go down. He'll be fine mentally (thank whatever diety you wish), but the eye has to go. They could try to save it, but they are worried about complications...
I just can't believe it. My mother called me this morning to tell me the news. This is what I woke up to today. Christmas Eve is supposed to be a fun holiday spent with family, but now I have an uncle in the hospital with what could have been a life ending wound. So, I'm very happy he's not dead. At the same time however, it's fucked this happened in the first place. And secondly he's going to lose an eye! I don't think I can even comprehend what that's going to be like for him.
It's amazing that he's alive though. I'll say again, I'm increadibly happy that he's alive. I feared the worst when I first heard the news, but earlier my mother called and said he was up joking around, so I'm really hoping he's going to be same uncle I grew up with...minus one eye.
First on Thanksgiving my grandfather had a stroke, now on christmas my uncle gets shot. What the fuck is going to happen New Years, and do I really want to find out?
And you thought your family holidays were fucked up...
-The Pondering Dragon
Early this morning my uncle Robbie was shot in the head. There are a couple of news articles about it here and here. He's going to be fine...well mostly. Aparently he took the bullet in his eye, but suffered no further damage. He's going to lose the eye, but he's been up and is angry but joking about it saying, "Well, I'll have to dig out my pirate gear now".
The doctors say that there is some swelling in the brain cavity and a little bleeding, but nothing they are worried about. They're talking about putting him in a medically induced coma so the swelling can go down. He'll be fine mentally (thank whatever diety you wish), but the eye has to go. They could try to save it, but they are worried about complications...
I just can't believe it. My mother called me this morning to tell me the news. This is what I woke up to today. Christmas Eve is supposed to be a fun holiday spent with family, but now I have an uncle in the hospital with what could have been a life ending wound. So, I'm very happy he's not dead. At the same time however, it's fucked this happened in the first place. And secondly he's going to lose an eye! I don't think I can even comprehend what that's going to be like for him.
It's amazing that he's alive though. I'll say again, I'm increadibly happy that he's alive. I feared the worst when I first heard the news, but earlier my mother called and said he was up joking around, so I'm really hoping he's going to be same uncle I grew up with...minus one eye.
First on Thanksgiving my grandfather had a stroke, now on christmas my uncle gets shot. What the fuck is going to happen New Years, and do I really want to find out?
And you thought your family holidays were fucked up...
-The Pondering Dragon
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