Woo! Finally finished the roll! Where can I get it developed? I want my NeilPictures! (among other things)
Get off the stage, you poser. You are *not* Mark. Mark is the person that makes you want to run onstage and give him a hug. Mark is not a lust object for throngs of pre-pubescent teenyboppers. Mark is Anthony Rapp. Mark is Matt Caplan. Mark is Curtis Cregan. Mark is Trey Ellet. Mark is not Joey Fatone.
Thankyou.
::steps off soapbox::
Oh, and as I loudly rally against putting celebrity idols in Broadway productions, let it be said that I wouldn’t mind seeing Alan Cumming in “Elle” and Alan Rickman in “Private Lives”. ::whistles innocently and runs away::
Quote of the day: “Hey, Ben! Want to draw the fat naked lady statue with me?”
I have a friend. His name is Ben Stein. No, not that Ben Stein. Poor Ben. Yesterday, we went to the Whitney. All was good, as it reminded me of one of my favourite photographs. Hurrah. I’m happy today.
And wooo, I found a scanner! It’s attatched to an ancient Mac in the Parsons-NYU Library thing, in the same building as my class! ::dances:: Of course, I have no idea how to transfer scanned images anywhere, as no disk drives were to be found. Perhaps FTP. I’ll play around with it in the next few days and give a full report. If all works nicely, I’ll be able to show you some of the stuff I’ve been working on! Tra la! Of course, if this doesn’t work out, I could still pay to use the scanner at the Cybercafe, but it’s expensive as hell. Grr.
And now I’m off! My fellow dorm members and I are off to see “Silence of the Lambs” for an unknown reason. Now I shall finally discover how Starling got her pseudonym.
Let it be known that I absolutely heart oil paining. Indeedy. Let it be known that I really heart (and newly appreciate) Photoshop’s Edit: Undo function. Good times.
Ah, yes. I promised you this, didn’t I?
Psst: Alicey’s birthday is tomorrow, as well as Britt and Megs. Make them cards! ::idly doodles ideas for cards to make when she gets home:: And Brenna is the 18th. Gravy!
Edit: Ha, I lied. Megs’ b-day isn’t today. Now go celebrate the others!
What joy. Last night, I dreamed about a movie I saw in first grade. Wrote I in my sketchbook (now more like a journal, but hey):
Random Childhood recollection: an animated movie featuring a boy with white skin and a circular head, living with people (blue skin?) and cone-shaped heads. A favourite game involved throwing a large ring into the air and catching it on the cone. Because the boy felt left out, his father made him a cone hat. Another “normal” boy challenged him to a ring-catching contest. Can’t remember who won. Later, the boy went off in search of more people like him. He had a dog named “Arrow”. One strain of music went “Me and my Arrow…”. I saw this around the same time as “Yellow Submarine”, meaning K-2. Unless this is all a dream, in which case such an idea will make me rich!
I talked to Bri (one of my good friends and a phenomenal artist), and she started spazzing on my first line. “The Point!”, she cried. Evidently, this was one of her favourite movies. I easily associated it with the Beatles, as it was narrated by Ringo. I found that my summary was a bit off, but still more or less accurate. Bri hummed “Me and my Arrow” all through class. I must find a copy of “The Point” and watch it immediately. I wonder if they still have it at Premiere Video… gah, now I’m itching to get back home. ::looks at calendar and grouses pitifully::
220 europa.your-site.com NcFTPd Server (licensed copy) ready.
USER muse
331 User muse okay, need password.
PASS xxxxxx
530 Login incorrect.
Okay, so it is Your-Site being stupid. Bite me, Your-Site. ::kicks:: I’ve quadruple-checked all the info, you morons. ::fumes:: I just get my site back after a battle with your incompetence, and now I still can’t log in properly. I wish this pathetic library computer would let me download an FTP client and test if that works. I don’t want to walk all the way to the Cybercafe now.
Testing… Has Cyberpixels taken over? Hmm…. I shall try their ftp stuff.