Have corrupted Sannali. Go me!
W00t! “Sandman: Endless Nights” goes on sale today! I must contact my New Local Comics Shop and see if they’ve gotten it in yet. Hurrah!
I can’t think of a better way to celebrate “Talk Like A Pirate Day” than by watching a pirated copy of “Pirates of the Caribbean.”
September 19th. Don’t forget!
Whee! Tonight, we had the first storyboard meeting for “Dusty,” our computer animated short film for SIGGRAPH. I was pleased to see that the members were a whopping 1/4 female, and even more pleased to be again in the presence of kindred spirits. When I walked in the door, the first thing I heard was a group of guys quoting the “Dangeresque” short from Strong Bad Email, and throughout the meeting, we kept making references to Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, and X-Men, among other nerdly delights. At one point, when I compared a shot to Gandalf’s battle with the Baelrog, one of the guys jokingly suggested “And then we just stop animating and cut to Lord of the Rings.” I was also delighted by the amount of contribution I was able to make. I found that I’m good at synthesizing ideas and paring down to the essentials — a skill I probably picked up while massacring the plot of “Men at Arms.”
So yay, this was definitely the high-point of the day. The SIGGRAPH crowd is crazy fun. I’m now overjoyed that I didn’t make Penn Singers and the Counterparts, because it means I can fully immerse myself in the storyboarding process, then animation and music and such. Whee!
Other anecdotes of note: Drawing class. We spent two hours doing a bunch of drawings of vegetables that had been strewn about on a table, and after an hour and a half, I was going nuts. I amused myself by coming up with bad puns to describe these feelings. I confided to Jing: “If I have to draw any more Legume of Doom, I’m going to commit vegicide.”
See? This is what happens when I’m away from my pun-crazed dad and uncle. I have to overcompensate for the lack of pun-age.
Wow! More American WWII propoganda than even Tanja would know what to do with!
(And some of the stuff in the other folders is hilarious.)
And if you think you can find some words, you are wrong.
If you see one geriatric Elvis impersonator vs. ancient cursed Egyptian mummy film this year…
::codes away on Evil Website of Doom for Mum’s Friend::
Wah, tables hate me.
Which Of The Greek Gods Are You?
::snorks madly:: Wah, ever since seeing Mask and Wig’s (an all-male comedy troupe) “The Gaytrix,” I will never be able to hear the name Morpheus without laughing out loud. I’d provide quotes, but it might not be approprate for my readership (i.e., my mom).
On my way to math class…
Backpack: Yay! Am intact! Go me!
Mysterious Force of Evil: Diffindo!
Backpack: Woe, I am undone!
Me: Wah.
I managed to tie some random straps together and return it to a state of intact-ness, but I think I’m going to be in the market for a new bag in the next few days. Bah. It was so pretty, too.