Month: October 2002

Woo! 1:40 AM and everything is downloaded! And the page for the first arm design rocks my socks. I’ve discovered so much about Photoshop in this experience! More than several months’ worth of CGing, probably. Hurrah for graphic design! I’ll post some of the pages tomorrow morning. Wow, when I get around to it, the new JETS website design is going to be awesome.

Binder work goes generally well. My grunge quotient has certainly been satisfied! Note to self: formatting text in Photoshop is not my idea of a good time. I wish I had experimented with Illustrator and Freehand more beforehand so that I woud have known if they could have helped. Ah well. Gotta finish these pages if I want any sleep at all tonight.

Okay, back to being ready to cry. For some unfathomable reason, all the files were sent *twice*. Lucky Priscilla has four more hours of downloading ahead of her. That’s it, I’m rewriting everything myelf. Mackenzie said that tonight was going to be the night I got back on caffiene (I’ve been abstinent from soft drinks and coffee for three years now). She may be right.

Ooh, I love where this is going! This binder is positively “Derelicte”. Yay!grunge. New binder + duct tape + sandpaper + black charcoal + sharp objects + stress-relieving violence + mailing tape = day-um. Pretty cover art + liberal amounts of water + scrunching + smooshing = a nice compliment to said binder.

Four hour update: Still downloading stupid files. Currently on #19 of 21, though, so things are happy. Then I’ll finally be able to access the documents Mackenzie, Sleen, Elizabeth, Tori, & co sent me. Huzzah.

Hogfather briefly mentions a Captain Carrot One-Man Night Watch Action Figure. Now all we need is a model.

I love you, HAL. This stupid, outmoded rubbish heap of a machine just might end up saving my life.

EDIT: ::cries tears of joy:: It’s working. It’s working. Now if only I could actually see through these tears so I could get back to work!

2nd EDIT: Permission to seriously injure Christine? She sent me 21 files, each between 2 and 3Mb. Each is taking approxmately 10 minutes to download on my demeted modem. And I’m on #2. ::twitches::

3rd EDIT: Back to loving Christine. She’s rushing me a photo CD of the 21 files, an action that merits uncountable kudos-age. Of course, I still have to continue downloading the 21 files, because the files I really need were sent after the 21. Ye gods.

Don’t you love it when everything you’ve been working on for two weeks suddenly crashes and burns in your face? Yeah. That’s fun. I had such high hopes for the JETS notebook, but the irony gods have decided to conspire against me. First, my DSL goes down so I can’t use Outlook. Then, my webmail goes down, so I can’t use my ninemuses address. Then the school email server decides that it doesn’t like attachments. If I’d known it was being stupid about attachments, I could have gotten my friends to put their paragraphs for the notebook on disks or print them out, but noooo, the school email system belied its inadequacy quite effectively. This stupid notebook is due in 15 hours and everything my friends and I did this morning–all 10 hours–is absolutely, completely in vain. I want to curl up into a fetal position and cry.

See Woodrow Wilson anywhere, Rebecca? Well? Do you? Punk?

(thanks to the lady Ann for the link)

The author of this article deserves massive plaudits. Hilarious.

Wow, I haven’t posted in two days. In case you were curious, indeed, I am still alive. Stressed, but alive. The JETS notebook is due Saturday morning, which is slightly horrifying, but I get to spend the entirety of tomorrow at school on the notebook (we have a day off), so all is good. I’ll have to upload some of the pages after we turn the notebook in — I’m very proud of the design.

On one hand, I want us to win. Every fiber of my being longs for our success: I poured hours of blood and sweat into this binder, and I think its absolutely awesome. If we lose to Highland Park’s glitter-and-construction-paper creation, I personally will cut off all my appendages with a chainsaw. On the other hand, the State Competition is the weekend of “Dark of the Moon”, the Jesuit fall play, which is *not* double-cast. I’d have to miss State, which would absolutely stink. There’s always the possibility that I could fly over after the Friday performance, then leave Saturday afternoon in time for our 5:00 call, but there would always be the chance of a flight getting cancelled or delayed, stranding me in Austin. Bad idea.

So alas, woe is me in general. Can’t win ’em all. ::sighs and shugs::

Matt’s friend’s reaction upon seeing the pictures I posted here: “Congratulations, Matt. You found yourself a nerdy girl who looks like a model, and a Sluggite to boot.”

::warm fuzzies::