February 24, 2005
ICE CASTLE!!
I'd add a pic to go with this link but i forgot how and talblogs not looking too user friendly at the moment. Anyways.....crazy!
How to Build your very own Ice Tower
February 23, 2005
i live in the ghetto
okay well not really...but compared to where i grew up...i live in the ghetto.
i think we may all recall my entry "da po-pos" back in october or something. and thought that would be the end of it. but no. now they've moved onto my neighbor. last saturday night, around 4 AM they came apoundin on her door, toting a "domestic disturbance" call. uh nope. she was dead asleep as were her guests. not satisfied by her answers, they ransacked her place, shoved her cat in the closet and handcuffed her roommate. heh, okay just kidding...she doesn't even have a cat..but the point is. she also doesn't have a landline....aka, no call could have been made from her address. after lame questioning they left.....until.....
well this morning.... i get to send her this email:
morning cara....
you'll be delighted to know that the cops were pounding at your door again this morning....saaaay around 7:50 AM. i heard the distinctive knocking aka POUNDING and was just getting up. i ignored it until they kept shouting POLICE, OPEN UP. felt like i was in an episode of NYPD Blue. only it was yet another episode of BOGUS COP CALLS 90291. i saw john from apart #1 out there trying to talk to them, only he didn't really know any answers to their questions. so in all my bedhead glory, i opened up our door and laid it out. how they came last weekend, and to my place four months ago etc.
they were tentative to leave without any real answers, so i told them how you didn't even have a phone and that seemed to calm them down. they blamed it on the weather reeking havoc on the phone lines again. pish posh. then they asked what car you drove b/c there was a car in the alley or something. i said i didn't know what you drove and that those weren't assigned parking spots. they couldn't give any other reasoning on why they were asking. so anyway, they took my name and went on their protective, merry way. it was another black/mexican cop combo...only not the same ones as before and no tortilla chips. (omg - that was rude, don't forward that on).
-your trusty neighbor
my roommates response:
UMMMM. After that all happened, (which i barely woke up for at all until i realized they would probably want to barge into my room like last time), i fell back asleep until I hear Freddy, the neighbor over the wall, shovelling snow I think (?) . I cannot figure out what he is doing but it sounds exactly like shovelling snow (we live in LA...no snow). Then he shouts GET THE FUCK OUT! only about 20 times. Not exaggerating. I decide he's crazy like Lori (our schizophrenic neighbor) until I hear a quiet voice say "you're yelling at me."
"Damn straight Im yelling at you bitch! Get the fuck out!!!"
"I need to use the phone first - fix my car - I left something inside there - lemme in."
I hated Linda by then, but decided against yelling at her for being so dumb.
Honestly Cara... I don't understand why you're moving....??
~r
cara's response:
Sherlock,
Something VEEEEERy fishy is going down...Are you sure it wasn't the same combo? Those ethnics all look alike you know ;)
The phone-lines-must-be-crossed excuse isn't working with me. there's something else. I suspect terrorists. Or worse- GHOSTS! Next time we gotta ask what was said. Cause my pigs said someone called with a "domestic" disturbance which means someone actually said something on my phone that doesn't exist...
We'll solve this one, you have my word.
Private Parts
basically. nothing has been resolved. it's so much fun living in craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazy town. but atleast i can rest easy, knowing that atleast twice a week i am lulled to sleep by the soothing sounds of cop-copters flying overhead searching for suspects. who wants to visit?
like wakening life
http://movies.yahoo.com/movies/feature/ascannerdarkly.html
http://www.wakinglifemovie.com/
pretty tight lookin
Dane Cook IN LA
For those of you who want to shit your pants laughing, dane cook (my favorite comedian) is hitting LA 4 times in march, on his "tourgasm" show.
It will sell out so buy tickets if you are down there, and tell friends... it may already be sold out.... bummer
3/3 chapman U, orange ca
3/4 laugh factory, la, ca
3/5 laugh factory, la, ca
February 20, 2005
Its like a commie playground!
I was sitting in my political science lecture the other day when the topic of the UN came up. We got into the countries that were not part of the United Nations, you know, places like Taiwan (or howeverthehell you spell it) some other nonsense countries and finally, good ole ATOMIC North Korea. Firstly, I think any nation that has nukes and is not in a world government organization such as the UN should be forcefully deterred from keeping such technologies but that’s neither here nor there. Anyways, I decided to venture to the Official website of the “NC” and I was amazed. It is a wonderland of propaganda, more specifically, happy military men with Kalashnikovs. And people around the world are still bitching about the USA, f**k that. Duck and cover!
Long Live Supreme Commander! -- HA
http://www.korea-dpr.com/
February 18, 2005
Great little thread
My buddy loren pointed me to this hilarious post on a honda forum:
If you skip to page four (since most won't have the attention span):
February 17, 2005
unbelievable
follow up ...
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6987134/
Don't eat the clam pie
Monday I was out of commission due to food poisoning by clam pie. Yes, I ate a fucking clam pie... which was stupid, and yes, it gave me food poisoning.
A more enlighted individual would not have ordered the clam pie, but I did, then I woke up in the middle of the night sweating, feverish, and dizzy. I slept til 4 pm and couldn't even drink tea without it making my stomach turn
Stay away from clam pies.
February 16, 2005
pervs n booze
a little jacko
http://i.euniverse.com/funpages/cms_content/5367/mjs_fave_things01.swf
and a drunk whacko....(again, but it's fun)
February 15, 2005
Add Talblog as an RSS feed!
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Netflix's = The Devil
I realized last night that there are so many things I wanna do when I get home at night but I usually don't get them done due to my Netflix's movies. Sure willpower may have something to do with it, but when you got movies just sitting there waiting to be watched...and you WANNA see them, and you WANNA see the upcoming ones in your cue you feel obligated to watch em when you get'm.
Last night I wanted to start reading some of these books I've been dying to read ever since I bought them but I kept putting them off because I was doing demo reel stuff when I got home after work. Now that I have a job where I don't have to go home at night and do extra animation or demo reel related stuff I should have time to read these books and do other things I want to do right.....wrooooong. I always fell I gotta watch these dam movies. Sure it's a personal problem but I'm starting to think that Netflix is the devil for me. It does come in a red package....it does contain things that will make me sit on my couch and waste away for hours at a time. Then there is their website...you gotta go rate these movies, only to warn your friends or others what you thought was a shitty movie....or what was an awwwesome movie. It's a viscious cycle.
Now I know what your thinking...'idiot...just devote a few hours or specific nights where you'll watch your movies or read or do something else productive like paint beanhole and get new beanbags, or further your guitar playing education"....but it's not that easy. Something always comes up. BAH!
What a stupid rant this is but I'm take'n a break at work and thought about this last night, or maybe it's a subconscious cry for help. Who knows. Thanks for listening. HA.
February 14, 2005
be mine...tom cruise
weekend recaps are fun when you have something to say. i don't....but i'll fill airtime anyway...
i don't mind valentine's day. i have friends who openly reject the holiday or use it as an excuse to hate themselves and their relationship status. i've been dangerously single for the majority of my life, so i've adjusted the holiday away from "who does/does not love me" to "buy something flashy" day. besides, my family usually does something flowery or fun, so i feel loved.
this year i bought a sparkly turquoise scarf and i'm wearing it today. and my good friend kate sent me a fabulously flashy tin of delicious pink frosted heart cookies....there's a story behind that, but regardless, it made my day and it wasn't even from a boy [jeremie please refrain from making lesbian joke here...she's engaged and i'm in her wedding in june...and i'm not gay]. anyway, i feel like a royal turd b/c she sent this nice gift and i sent her an e-wish. time for me to step it up on the wedding front. basically i'm chowing the treats and plotting a bridal shower...fair trade, right?
oh right, there was no point to that diddy, just rambling....but here's the highlight from my weekend....
whilest i didn't get to go to the grammys or the william morris grammy party this year, i was able to "work" THE ROOTS pre-grammy party on saturday night with two friends. i had about three different sets of friends in town this weekend (spread it out people!)....so i spent most of my time trying to match agendas and see everyone. my friend tracy and her bf were out here for work, and a coworker needed help working the guest list at the party. fyi - that's a pain in the ass to do. but it's something they have never done so i volunteered them and they, in turn, volunteered me. so we got dolled up grammy-style and headed up to encounter "don't you know who i am?!?" and "i swear i'm on the list!".
the whole "working the list" thing sucked b/c you get all the losers trying to scam their way in, then the people who actually ARE on the list, show up late when it's at capacity and you have to deny them...and they usually aren't happy about that. not to mention it was dangerously unorganized. so from 9 to 11 that sucked.
once the list closed, we were supposed to go in b/c we had all access wrist bands. or not. Security decided to fuck us over and were like "no you can't go in." um, fuck that. so we waited around awhile. then i saw some coworkers come out for a cigarette....started bitching to them and then we got in. I'M WILLIAM MORRIS BITCH, YOU BETTER LET ME (and my friends) IN. right?!
well first let me explain...this was at the Key Club on the sunset strip, so it's like a regular club with a downstairs stage and open upstairs/balcony thing with tables n all that. we were in the upstairs part and there were a bunch of groups "jammin" on the stage below...it was more of a "roots" urban/hip hop crowd and i didn't recognize a lot of the groups, but most were good.
it was pretty crowded and everyone had been sucking the open bar dry. i was dangerously sober at midnight and my coworkers and everyone else was high or drunk outta their minds. cool. to my own horror, i pulled a whiney girl move (out of necessity) so my coworker scammed a free bottle of champagne for us.
the few people i knew there left around 1 AM, so that i was left standing with a 3/4 bottle of champagne...called up my friends who were checking out the scene downstairs, and took care of the bubbly.
while most of the actual A list talent came in the backdoor, here's a taste of what came in the front door.... Ralph Macchio (yes the karate kid - who's like 45 now), Jordan Knight (still hangin tough w/ some underage chicks), Terry "hulk" Hogan (his wife has HUGE FAKE boobs), Nick Carter (not even important enough to enter/exit the back[street] door anymore), kelly osbourne, some well known cross dresser, rick fox (former laker and WMA client). oh and TOM CRUISE. well he came in the back door b/c he actually is important.
so i'm embarrassed to say i was actually totally star struck by him. he showed up at the club around 1:30 AM and sat down at a table like 15 feet away, having a good time and hanging out with people i didn't recognize etc. i looked over a few times b/c i had a direct shot to his face and caught his eyes a couple a times b/c he was looking around too.
at first i was like "oh shit, he'll think i'm a stalker"... but then realized this was a VIP only party so it probably looked like i was supposed to be there. so that justified my staring. this ensued for literally about 15 minutes and oddly he wasn't getting weirded out.
all LA clubs etc close early...like by 2 AM. it sucks. that also means the parking garage closed at 2. well the music wasn't stopping but we had to leave, so i was slightly bummed b/c the whole scene was building up to the big finish, but tracy had the bright idea to walk past tom's table on our way out.
well as we're nearing his table i look away so i'm not a total stalker...luckily tracy has no shame, so she stared blatantly, apparently to catch him doing the look up and down ON ME! i mean, we all thought he was gay, which could be true and he was probably checking me out for his ugly friend or admiring the merchandise. either way. i'm a total annoying girl and was uber excited and didn't want to leave....but we had too.
so that's the exciting news i have from my weekend; got the once over from Jerry Maguire after semi-managing the shitstorm front door at an urban performance. just a delightful something i definitely was not expecting. then we got mexican food at 2:30 AM. mmm taquitos. so good! oh yeah, then had to drive from venice to hollywood to pick up my other friend who was stranded at a random apartment. double score! so that's it. aren't you glad you got to read that?!? i've attached some eye candy for your enjoyment.
Tommy:
Tracy, Me and bubbly:
February 12, 2005
Fensler Fensler Films
A spoof on a spoof... from a friend of mine, funny as hell
February 11, 2005
confused
right, so, this blog has been removed...b/c it turns out, i am still admirerer-less. not whining or complaining...just fact. (the flowers were from my mom).
you may laugh now.
Best Game ever.
If I was going to make a spoof about our game, then I think I would have gone down the wookiee penis route as well.
February 10, 2005
February 9, 2005
Alright, THATS it
Im sick of this damn global warming shit weather! One day i walk outside and its warm enough just to wear a sweater, the next day i walk out and theres a fricken blizzard and its 7 below, F#$@ that! I think the rule should be that it snows untill christmas after thanksgiving and thats IT. I mean, i get all excited when that spring smell comes on a warm day, i start thinking of beaches, and the flower smell of san fransisco, and what am i rewarded with? ANOTHER FOOT OF SNOW and the smell of salt trucks.
(long napoleon sigh)
Out.
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HELL. that's where i'm goin. reason #4,562...
right so it's ash wednesday. i knew that. i had already planned to swing by God's crib after work to get my ash did. first of all, us good catholics are supposed to be fasting today. so far i've responded by eating every hour on the hour. i even ate breakfast...i rarely do that. weeeeeell, a coworker was asking me about ash wed/lent and i of course took the few shoddy details that i know about catholicism and puffed 'em up to an elaborate story involving charleton heston seeing the virgin mary in an ash tray on the set of the 10 commandments, thereby starting the annual tradition of purging our souls of sin and our firearms of ammo (sidenote: don't forget to renew your NRA membership) on this blessed day...... all in preparation of the crucifixion and rising of the big J man, of course.
so anyway right about the time when i get to the part about there only being enough pigs n cows in the desert for Jesus to eat for monday through thursday, hence why we opt to have Gordon's fish stix on fridays....i realize, oh right and we're not supposed to eat meat on ash wednessssdaaaaaaay eeeeeeeeeeeeither....damnit. damnit damnit damnit. i've made a huge mistake. while i did have california rolls for lunch, i recalled that for breakfast and a mid morning snack i had portions of a CHICKEN QUESADILLA. *idiot*. let's forget about the fact that i have a wildly unhealthy diet, but i mean, my meat siren must be out of order (no jokes please).
so yeah...i'm not familiar with the ways of bulimia, so i sit here with a sinful belly. and i hope that the All Knowing will forgive my straying from the way. this blog is for you, my kind of dear friends, so that you will remind me to stay away from the animal flesh (ew) for the next seven fridays...b/c i guess i'm not so good at remembering. oh right and i'm giving up slothfulness for lent....so maybe some "get your ass to the gym" reminders would be good too.
fly with Christ.
February 7, 2005
Industry Hate Mail
this was a posting my friend found on craig's list today. Hollywood incites a particular kind of anger, that's for damn sure.
Looking to Hate Fuck a Hollywood Agent - 32
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Reply to: anon-58447514@craigslist.org
Date: 2005-02-04, 3:44PM PST
Screenwriter recently dumped by his agency looking to take his frustrations out on a scumsucking, bottom dwelling agent. You must be HOT (no fat old nellies) and working at a major agency (WMA, ICM, UTA, Endeavor...will also accept Gersh, Paradigm/Writers and Artists or APA). I am extremely masculine, handsome, and in GREAT shape since I get no work so I spend all day at the gym.
Prepare to get the most intense ritualistic humiliation/working over of your putrid, oxygen wasting existence.
this is in or around Los Angeles
it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
58447514
The Weekend
the highlights (or lowlights if you're not impressed)...in reverse:
Monday Morning:
everyday, i hear the mindless chatter of the commercial clients, waiting to record their voiceover auditions. normally it's boring or abstract conversations, but today it was superbowl talk. a few of them discuss the usual, "it was a good game, commercials yada yada..." then one of the dudes tragically reveals how he was so excited to TiVo the big game and watch it delayed. he ordered his chinese food, sat down at 6:30 (game was at 3:30 on the westcoast), clicks on his TiVo and BAM, he had taped FOUR hours of PRE-SHOW and not even a second of the actual game. hahahaha. aaaah that's great. poor fool. it was a good game. but to his demise, he said he didn't bother to check the time or ask anyone. it's TiVo...it's got times on it...obviously human error was key.
Sunday:
so exhausted from saturday, that i could barely get out of bed before noon. some friends and i were supposed to hit up a bar at 11:30 and drink like we were in college for six hours. after numerous phone calls back n forth we agreed to be lame and forget the bars in favor of beds or couches. it was rainy too. i managed to motivate by 2 PM and headed over to an apartment gathering of some friends of friends. *crazy*
it was definitely an L.A. superbowl party when i noticed that all the girls were drinking beer and atleast half the guys were drinking mixed drinks or individually made martinis (sour apple too).
the friends that threw the gathering, are a young married couple...i found out near the end that the guy had bet 5,000 dollars on the game (for NE). the Pats had to win by 6 points for them to win 10,000 bones. well the Pats only won by 3, so dude definitely lost 5,000 dollars. but everyone kept saying they lost 10,000. OHMIGOD. you would think they'd invest that $$ or put it towards a down payment. but no. he put it on a football game. and if they won, they were going to spend the winnings on a group trip to Vegas. *denied*. the guys drowned their sorrows by smoking cigars and pot. the wife was far too "not pissed" by my standards. i mean you could tell she wasn't happy with the situation, but i would have thrown something at him. like a knife.
Saturday:
went to sleep late on friday, got up early and semi-dolled myself up for the SAG Awards. drove downtown to the Shrine, parked, picked up my credential by 11:15 and proceeded to waste time til 1:30. chatted with the other photographer messengers and meandered about the red carpet and set. this year's event was more dificult b/c of security. apparently they hired a reputable nark squad this year or something, so the rent-a-cops were making it very difficult for us assistants to do our job.
Security-R-Us didn't seem to understand our very important purpose. which is, "ogle at celebrities until the photographers need us to transfer their digital photo disks from the red carpet up to the deadline photo room. repeat until award show begins."
the SAG show is set up in the expo hall of the shrine, not the theatre, so that means the photo room is set up on the third floor lobby rather than the back parking lot... so i deem this the STAIRS Show. up the stairs, down the stairs, up the stairs, down the stairs. after six hours of that, i realized other people were taking the elevator. FUCK! why didn't i think of that?!?! *idiot.* i thought that was reserved for the talent...or not.
once i started using the elevator, i noticed someone with a worse job than faux security squad. elevator man. this guy had to sit in the elevator and wait for people to enter and would press the button for them/us. when no one was using the elevator, he had to sit inside with the doors closed, staring at the wall and four buttons. he was there for atleast seven hours! when i politely asked him what he did to possibly deserve the worst job position of the day, the cute old man revealed how he grew up with a multitude of siblings/wife/children....so he welcomed the quiet hum of the elevator. to each his own, floor three please.
the show went well, saw the usual suspect celebs...in summation: starr jones is still fat, the real atresses are still thin and gorgeous, the actors are still remarkably short, i managed not to gorge myself on catered food and still "obtained" about 60 dollars worth of fresh flowers from the set. (something i like to do at every show i help out with).
went to rocco's to catch up on desperate housewives and alias. got home late, superbowl tomorrow!
Friday:
work blew...was the longest day of the week, seemed like atleast 45 hours. went to the gym after work. the annoying trainer guy was working again. i don't think i've blogged about him before...basically he's a weirdo, he's short, with a napoleon complex and thinks i'm a bitch b/c i don't talk to him. i don't talk to anyone at the gym. get over it.
decided to stop by Albertsons on the way home to pick up a few things. note: i was wearing my yoga pants (tighter than i'd prefer) with my red, Dale Earnheardt Jr. Nascar baby tee = classy. i roll my cart up to the veggie aisle and there's a grocers produce delivery thing in my way, some worker guy comes up, apologizes b/c it's in my way and strolls off. no big deal.
fast forward 15 minutes and i'm over in the dairy section. the same worker dude strolls over to me and reveals a single red rose (obviously a reject from the floral section). i'm confused, but he hands it to me and says it's a "thank you for making his night." uuuuuum, (*panic*confusion*) "thanks, that's really nice of you." he asks my name (*red flashing lights*), i tell him my real name. DOH. *awkward pause*. i ask his name, "RICKY". "well thanks again, later Ricky." he smiles and walks off. bewildered, slightly flattered, and mad that my ass is so prominent in my yoga pants, i stupidly grab two yogurts i hate, just to get the hell outta there.
i stick the rose in my purse and continue toward the checkout. my only thoughts are, "well, that means the only guys to have ever given me flowers in 25 years are: my dad, a non-english speaking valet in DC, a spanglish-speaking valet in LA and now Ricky from Albertsons." i never even got one of those lame carnation candy-grams in high school. maybe it's b/c no flowers match my beauty. aaaaaaah hahahahahahaha. *right*.
it gets better. so i'm at the checkout when none other than my new Albertsons boyfriend, Ricky, strolls by, oggling and saying again how nice it was to meet me and how he hopes i have limes for the corona i'm buying. "Already got 'em at home...(with my very strong boyfriend)." the checkout and bagger guys are confused as to how we are friends. me too.
i roll my shit to my car, open the trunk and load the bags....vrrrrrrrrrrrooom vrrrroom, NICE MEETING YOU AGAIN MISSY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! alarmed, i turn around and yep, there's Ricky, in his white pinto or whatever the fuck it was, driving past, but sure to get his last word in. ***STALKER ALERT*** he zooms off with a grin and i frantically try to hide what type of car i drive. luckily my trunk lid was up so he doesn't have my license plate number. i sat in my car for a good 10 minutes to give him a headstart to wherever the hell he was going. convenient how his shift ended right then.
anyway, i made it home okay, locked my doors and put the runt rose in water. i thought of throwing it away, but it's not the flower that needs the restraining order. now don't get me wrong, it was a nice gesture, and quite unexpected... but end it there buddy. if i was interested i would have put down the package of butter and continued a conversation. but i didn't. the grocery store is not the new match.com hotspot. don't stalk people! Congratulations Ralphs, i'm not going to Albertsons for a while.
stayed up late watching "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days." (getting tips for when i run out of milk and bread). SAG Awards tomorrow.
February 4, 2005
Police Hunt Poo Protesters
I also love fridays....beer time starts in about 2.75 hours. This was funny. Apparently germany thinks america is poo. You canadians will enjoy this one....
My favorite part is ..... "But frankly, we don't know what we would do if we caught them red handed."
I think they meant 'brown handed'
Beware of the Chainsaw Wielding Maniac
I love berkeley... this is a mail sent out by one of my co workers after lunch today... for real...
Subj: Beware of the chainsaw wielding maniac
...at the corner of 10th and Dwight. Guy with live chainsaw is running out from the front of 2502 10th St, into the street as if to hit your passing car with his chainsaw. Berkeley PD is coming shortly to investigate.
... love fridays
don't know if you already have seen this ... so watch it again
http://content.collegehumor.com/med.../toptenlist.wmv
Ultimate Irony
In the news (california news that is) this morning, they were discussing the fact that the lead in bullets are killing the endangered california condors in the wild.
Apparently, this is caused by the birds eating carcasses of "shot" dead deer that have been tainted with the lead bullets. When they eat the meat that has been tainted with lead, they get poisoned and die.
Further, the group concerned is now trying to ban the use of lead bullets in favor of widely available steel bullets when hunting in the bird's territory. Here is the part that shouldn't be a shock to anyone - the hunters say that they need to use lead over steel, that steel bullets are no good against deer. The real issue they say is "education", and that hunters need to removed their bullets once killing and leaving behind a carcass. Oh my god. If you are going to shoot it, please at least use it.
The College Crew...
This blog post contains the words Gorrilla Suit, Urinal, Gunpowder, and two separate mentions of Orgy... read at your own risk.
(i've got you hooked now, there is no turning back...go ahead and continue reading....go ahead...I dare you.)
From time to time I'll think about all the crazy shit that I did back in the university era of my life. The excessive ammounts of alcohol, full gorrilla suit antics, shoving samurai swords through cheap dorm walls, smoke machines in the bathrooms, ripping doors off of hinges to make tables for passers by to play drinking games on, daring some guy I've never met before to tea bag my sleeping roomate and then filming the look of horror on his waking face, buying a keg of the cheapest beer you can find dressed up like "the dude" from the big labowski, saturday night soro-orgies(thanks missy for the "soro" prefix), on and on....it was like a regular fucking Belushi film back then.
Okay, all of that is actually true except for the orgy part, that kinda stuff didn't start happening to me till after college.
But I wonder, here I am in SF, mostly riding mountain bikes and making video games....what are those guys up to now?
It turns out that you can't completely teach an old dog new tricks. The following 3 videos are of my main partner in crime, Mark(60% of the time quite litterally that), and other respectable antic-smith, Alex. These vids are really only moderately funny at best...it's just funny that they were shot like..2 weeks ago, why is it fun to throw lawnmowers through windows?
It might be another blog to explain how my friend came to own this fine specimine of rotting abandonment, but we'll do that later.
Here is a link to a bunch of pictures of this house, that over the years, had evolved into being WestLafayette's public urinal/airline vomit bag.
http://www.signatureloftsonsylvia.com/teardown.htm
you can see me in one of the pics with my bright orange hoodie. I drove out to this place to check it out with Mark right around NewYears.
In retrospect, i'm actually really glad that I've graduated from the realm of logic that says throwing( well, I guess it was more like shooting) fireworks at policemen sounds like fun. (they really get pissed when small or big "gun-powder" like explosions are going off near them, trust me.)
I guess there will always be a small part of me that understands how doing something, litterally because it's stupid, is truly liberating.
FightClub: "How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight? You don't want to die without any scars do you?" Fuck no.
February 3, 2005
Alright fine....
I doubt this will satisfy any hungry people who want to know what my day is like at pixar (*cough* loren *cough*) but here goes (ps...it will be poorly written). I usually get in around 8:15 and go grab some tea and head over to dailies at 8:30. Once dailies are done I get some cereal and chat in the main atrium with the other new guy and new people we've been meeting. Then I head back to my desk and sit down. I take out my ipod and put it on my desk. I look at yesterdays work and think it's shit so I make a bunch of notes on what I want to fix and then I dig in. I plug my ipod into my ears and throw on some jazz or something then start breaking things down. I'm basically just doing tests right now (tests like you'd do in school for animation...like ball bounces, acting tests, luxo tests) to get myself familiar with the new software and pipline they got here. Before I was using maya and for the most part I knew how to use the program so I could focus on animation rather than a program AND animation. but now I'm fighting both at the same time and I think once I get the hang of the software I'll be having a lot more fun (not that I'm not now but you know what I mean) So for now I'm just acting as a sponge and trying to absorb everything, animation, software, etc. So lunch comes around, I "usually" head to the main atrium with my roommate, the other new guy and his roommate, and a few guys from the academy I met here. We usually sit in a small little crew or split up and sometimes sit with the old anim vets which is really fun. once a week or once every two weeks I take off and meet up with jeremie for lunch at Chipotle (mmm pavlov) . I head back to my desk after lunch to fall into a food coma for about 45 min. Then I plug my ipod back into my head and jazz out again...or whatever I"m feeling at the moment...but lately it's been jazz.
Anyways, I work then for the rest of the day, taking cereal breaks, or tea breaks or whatever, putting my contacts in because I can't stand my stupid glasses anymore breaks, you get it. Sometimes maybe twice a week I meet with my mentor/teacher to look at stuff and ask questions and all that. Everythings pretty laid back at the moment, everyone is real friendly too. It is very comfortable here...I could easily see why people don't go home sometimes. So I work until 6:30 or 7 or so (like i said...it's slow now) and then 3 nights a week I head over to the gym for 30-45 min and then head home around 7:45 - 8 (which is good cuz I don't have to deal with traffic then).....if I don't go to the gym I try and stay later and just work. Not really sure what else to say??? I'm sure I could go on and on about specifics but I gotta get back to work.......
oh, and on mondays I take a figure drawing class during lunch, I signed up for it cuz I missed drawing and wanted to get back into it.
originally i thought of writing a blog about how I have to take mandatory massage breaks like twice day and ridiculous things like that only to make it a more enjoyable post but whatever...this is what you get.
Emergency Medical Responder
Awwww yea!
So finaly i got my EMR certification. As it turns out im now permitted to save a life. According to the Paramedic Association of Canada I am now considered the first level of the Emergency Medical Service or EMS. Im trained in O2, Defib, extraction, various trauma, musculskelital injuries, yadda yadda, everyhting except medications.
Damn the test was tough, the first bit was 100 multipule choise in which you had to achieve an 80% to pass. i got about an 86. Then the real bitch was the practical. I had myself as the responder, and another responder as my grunt, and there was a casualty and a judge. I had to go in and fallow all the protocols and that while being watched. I passed that too!
Long story short, im applying to work for a company this summer called the OPT its a patient transfer service, http://www.opt-med.com.
:) J
February 2, 2005
The Weatherman...
oh my god, i can't stop Mlinking....
to preface: this was a link that someone in VA got from a friend at Northwestern and happened to send it to a friend of mine from college. this is none other than Ohio University's training ground for America's next great anchormen. journalism students had to do this.
it's a real news program that is aired on Athens' PBS station every night. it's like a local "nightly news".... Southeast Ohio and parts of WV see that shit. of the many productions that i did work for, this is a show i chose not to work on, b/c, well it's terrible... this poor f*ck.
http://www.ebaumsworld.com/awfulweatherman2.html
if you can't beat 'em...
Join 'em.
http://www.snopes.com/photos/commercials/vwpolo.asp
obviously can't air this in the US....but i chuckled. b/c i'm rude like that.
February 1, 2005
blinks...once again (since rob gave me the "ok")
now I'm not one to get political or anything....but man this sure was funny.
drives me crazy
http://www.dynamism.com/sushidisk/index.shtml
http://www.dynamism.com/iduck/index.shtml