I have no idea who subscribed me to the AWN Animation Flash newsletter, but whoever did, thank you. Quite awesome! (Well, this week’s isn’t particularly awesome, but past weeks have been.) An excellent way to stay on top of what’s going on in the animation industry! *reads on* </plug>
I dreamed that Heidi spontaneously decided one day to hold a second Nimbus that day three hours from my house. I talked to Alicey online, and she said she couldn’t go because she had homework, so I got in the car with my parents and drove for about 30 minutes before I realized I’d forgotten my sketchbook and my clothes. I phoned Heidi, who had already arrived and was setting up things with Simon and Flourish. In a rather telling blast of subconscious insecurities, I asked her if it was even worth the time for me to go to the convention, as I wouldn’t be bringing Alicey and Maggie with me, the people everyone actually wanted to meet. She said that I was being silly and that they wanted to see what I had so far for my FA April Fools pic, which I have close to nothing on so far, as Moni had to cancel on me due to getting her new job (W00t!!!) and I haven’t had any time over the past week to draw anything on my own. I drew a bit over dinner last night, but I don’t think I’ll be able to finish anything in time for the deadline tomorrow. Oh well.
To my surprise, my mom actually drove back so that I could collect everything. As I got home, suddenly music filled my head, a fully-formed new song for Men at Arms that was actually a word-for-word chunk of text from Good Omens. As I packed my bag, I threw in my tape recorder so that I would remember it. I then started on my clothes. My mom encouraged me to bring clothes that made me look good, while I for some reason wanted to disguise myself as a boy. My dad found my pair of jeans with a hole in the knee (that I use for painting and stuff) and chided me for being sloppy and not telling them that I needed new jeans (which I don’t). And then I woke up.
PIPPIN WEARS A FEZ! LIKE PERCY AND QUDIAR’S WEIRD LEMUR THING, KYTE! IT IS A SIGN!
And I am so vastly entertained how both movie versions feature Eowyn and Faramir smiling at each other with no indication whatsoever of any relationship for Those Who Haven’t Read The Book (Or Don’t Have A Bunch Of Crazed Faramir/Eowyn Shippers For Friends). Especially because, um, Faramir isn’t in the movie.
Anyway, the way-too-amusing minstrel guy got me thinking about the whole “Nine Fingered Frodo and the Ring of Doom” ballad thing. How uncool is that? How much would it suck to be immortalized in story and song at the most base, shameful moment in one’s life? You might as well name it “Frodo Who Caved At The Last Minute And Had To Have His Finger Gnawed Off To Stop Him Destroying Middle Earth, The Wuss.” It’s like calling someone Bobby Who Accidentally Wet His Pants One Day In Kindergarten for their whole life. No wonder Frodo was so eager to ship out to Valinor. At least maybe the elves might have a modicum of tact.
Oh, and SQUEE!!! … and then I just realized that I will be home by that point. Wah. But my friend Jing is totally awesome, so it’s all good.
Woo! Fabulous day! The temperature is in the 70’s, the sun is shining, I probably did awesome on my Java exam, I just found the perfect shirt for a Gondorian standard (I think I’m also going to paint a white tree on my purse. That would rock.), this season’s Cinefex came in the mail today, and my package from Amazon arrived! Wicked, Avenue Q, and the dorky 1980’s Return of the King! *cackles with glee* Oh, life is so good. Totally makes up for my horrifically evil and stressful week.
*watches the first five minutes*
OH. MY. GRAVY. *snorks madly* This is so wonderful I could die. I am SO AFRAID of EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER IN THIS MOVIE. And FRODO’S EYES ARE THE SIZE OF DINNER PLATES. And ELROND IS A GOBLIN. And FRODO AND SAM ARE AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE. And LOOK AT THE SIZE OF PIPPIN’S FILTRUM!
YEEE-HAW! Who just kicked ten kinds of booty on her computer science exam? Oh yeah, that would be me. *does a little dance* Booyeah, I feel good. Next up: Math!
The next two Quasi-Sandman-inspired images for my Digital Design Foundations class: Destruction and Despair.
How is it possible that Chinese food tastes ten times better when eaten with chopsticks? Man, this stuff is super-delicious this evening! Good mood, despite impending doom-like Java midterm!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TANJA! You are teh 0rl33t!
TRAILER. *inaudible squeak*
FIVE POINTS for a Dementor’s kiss that looks amusingly reminiscent the effect from “Hocus Pocus.”
TEN POINTS for hilarious H/R-age.
TWENTY POINTS for Hermione not knowing how to punch properly. (A slap is much more Hermione-ish, but come on, we all want her to punch him!)
FIFTY POINTS for Trelawney! The atmosphere in the classroom is all wrong, but Emma Thompson is spot-on.
TWENTY POINTS for coming up with a design for the Dementors that doesn’t look exactly like the Nazgul!
MINUS FIFTEEN POINTS for… was that Lupin’s voice? Say it aint so, Lord! Say it aint so!
TWO HUNDRED POINTS for the random newspaper-y background skin for the video that has “MOONEY, PADFOOT… are proud” and what is clearly Kaylee’s umbrella from Firefly.
MINUS FIFTY POINTS for spelling it “Mooney.” Tom Riddell, anyone?
And at the end of trailer: 240 points! Everybody wins!
Oh, and Prof Coviello switched our Digital Design Foundations assignment due date to Wednesday, rather than Monday. WOO-HOO! I’ll have time to study for my math exam! And no rehearsal tomorrow, so I’ll be able to study for my computer science exam!
In the meantime, someone please stop me. Our next paper for Visual Communications is to visually (and stylistically) compare two scenes from different movies as similar as possible in terms of content. Professor Messaris suggests remakes. I have a terrible, terrible urge to find the 1980 animated version of “Return of the King” (as the 1978 Bakshi version of the first half of LotR is reportedly godawful) and do a stylistic comparison to Peter Jackson’s. Hmm, starting at $9.25 on Amazon… Please, someone disapprove or something! So wrong, yet so right.
Wah. I spent 20 minutes this afternoon surfing Torrid and squealing over the nifty shirts offered. Then realized that everything was geared to a different body type. Is there any other online retailer of even a fraction of Torrid’s geekchicness that caters to the full spectrum of body types? Or better yet, Tanja, any chance of Swussian Capitalist opening again?
Hey, while I’m at it, Shu Kee, meet Tanja. Tanja, meet Shu Kee. *waves to you both* Shu Kee is considering opening a mini-store to market his sister’s artwork and designs and stuff. I told him I would put you two in contact so you could give him a few pointers. Would you mind?
And now, off to my Film Noir screening! This week: Sesevenen! Because “Se7en” would never be pronounced “Seven” even by the most generous stretch of the imagination.