Movin' Along.... Bit by bit by bit by frame by frame

Quick! Let's do a lil' word association!

Potato - Cannon
Paint - --A horse! ^__^
Free-topic Art Project - Anything that'll be a pain in the ass. Oh! Stop-motion!

Eee-yup! Free topics compel some sort of fit to overtake me in "creative" bouts-- it can't be good for my sanity... Does wonders for my credibility though!

In any case, I present to you...
--after 700 pictures taken (500 used).. 10 hours of (rather shoddy) photography.. 8 hours of editing.. and many hours of sleep lost--
'That Blasted Island'



I know it's choppy. I didn't think it would be this choppy. Also, the tripod was jittery and its horizontal-turning joint was loose. very loose.

The story's not finished too. The Escape is missing.

I can't believe the creative fit that compelled me to do this a week before Finals. It's been taxing, yet quite relaxing.. relative to all the reporting and the writing and the researching.

Also, new blog subtitle!
Next up, 'Real men keep diaries'!

Lean Mean Workin' Machines

Finally, after an exhausting 10 hours of filming and editing, it's finally ready for the web (then again, when is anything not). This here's my film project for my Time and Interactivity art class.

It's a short mockumentary of an interview with a Terminator knockoff and his chronologically-displaced plight and disgruntlement with the conditions that come with his line of work, and... I'll not ruin it.

PS: Keep watching after the credits roll over.

I am proud of myself, though I definitely could've pushed this further. Of utmost significance, I should've kept my original script, which length I overestimated. So I cut and cut. The lighter, poorer quality camera wasn't a good idea either.

I might take it upon myself to redo this film. Longer script, larger cast, better cameras, and better understanding of darn video editing programs.

In Shambles

Hi everyone.

To those of you who wait in on-the-edge-of-the-seat anticipation, whom I will be unreasonably optimistic to number a little bit more than five (Hi, mom!), here are some minor updates, which can be summed up with: I feel total disarray.

I've not had a good 8 hours of sleep in a while, and I'm running on backup energy that I remain clueless about (but would like to believe comes from the mint Oreos and various forms of sugared products I've been heavily ingesting).

The workload for this semester has been an unrelenting slew of rubber bricks to the face, meaning to say: my eyes sting from all the red rubber sediment (evidently, when I make anecdotes like this, I am tired). I am tired -- not 'sick', mind you, just tired, of and from Magazine Writing class.

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These few days have and will be mightily packed with too many things to do. The two midterms, the two writing assignments, one collage for art class, a mechanical hand I've to built by Saturday for Halloween, a short 3 to 8 minute film for another art class, running about getting work permits signed, attending talks about creationism vs. evolution and intelligent design, and oh, dinosaurs, catching-up with friends.

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Of late, I've found myself wishing I'd gone into something related to drawing. Illustration, maybe, or even graphic design. The hours I could just put into working on 'art' projects were always fun, and not one that required too strenuous mind-work.

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The amount of work I've had to put with this semester has left me with very little time for hobbies. And when I do, I just space out despite having several hours. I need a 4-day holiday soon.

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Also, I've gotten a haircut. I hesitate to post it up here, but I'll happily, though awkwardly, show it to you if you ask me in private. It's been refered to as "something out of the 80s", "a surfer dude's style", "like I'm in a boy band", and received many comments of "I like it", usually accompanied by "Though your bangs (pfft, they say 'bangs') could be shorter".

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Needless to say, I'm altogether not too happy with where I am at the moment, but God'll see me through as he always has, and I'm glad He does.

It's a sonic sc-... Well, it's sonic.

Here's a particularly brilliant conversation from Doctor Who, between the Doctor (time-travelling alien) and Jack Harkness (Eye candy for women (or men, if you swing that way, I know he does O.o)).
This little bit of their's always puts me in a good mood.

"Okay, this can function as a sonic blaster, a sonic cannon, and a sonic disruptor! Doc, whatcha' got?"

"I've got a sonic uh- Nevermind! It's sonic. Let's leave it at that."

"Disruptor? Cannon? What?!"

"It's sonic. Totally sonic. It's a sonic-....oh"

"SONIC WHAT?!"

"SCREWDRIVER!"
.........
"Who has a sonic screwdriver?"

"I do."

"Who look's at a screwdriver and says, "Ooh this could be a little more sonic"?

"What? You've never been bored?"

Humor.

Humor is the rape of Truth.

Humor is the rape of Truth for the enjoyment of others.

To the Monty Python comedy group:
Humor is the gang rape of Truth for the enjoyment of others.

There he goes again!

Another Tim Burton flick -- his rendition of 'Alice in Wonderland'. I don't think very much about it though.

Generally, Burton movies are awesome, yes. However, I did find Charlie and the Chocolate Factory to have been a tremendous let down. I was disappointed, yes. But of larger relevance, I was upset. It was some retardation spawned from Gummi Bear Hell -- sweet, sweet burning horror.

And I think 'Alive in Wonderland' would be no different. Just look at Depp for crying out loud.
Why the white makeup, and the disturbing, gravity-defying eyebrows? And the mascara and eyelashes, and the yellow eyes. *Shudders* It's worse than his Willy Wonka look, which I might add was horrible enough.

It's no longer a Tim Burton/Johnny Depp creepy; It's just "ew".

I also don't think much of Johnny Depp for the Mad Hatter role. But we shall see how it turns out.

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I've been terribly busy with assignments. I understand that it's the last two weeks, but still... it's NUTS!
Add that to finding an apartment, and finding the ideal roommate, dios mio.

I can hardly find the time to do any drawings lately. I am in some desperate need of practice.
Along with the books I have to read, games I have to play, miniatures I have to paint, city I have to explore, where does one find the time.

Then again, as Isaac's been telling me, "Time pretty much bends for you," which interestingly enough, seems to hold some truth.

"You fight like a dairy farmer"

A little Monkey Island/Guybrush Threepwood fanart. Awesome game.