Tuesday, December 24, 2002

The Eve of Christmas!

Today I have cooked and cleaned and watched small humans. It has not felt very Christmas-like as of yet. Speaking of which, I felt much more in the spirit of the holiday season right after Thanksgiving than I do now. And I don't really know why that is, other than that we obviously need to move Christmas up to about December 5th so I wouldn't have to wait so long.

It's really cold in Kansas. I know I've whined for a long time about the flipping weather in California, but it's really cold. And we don't even have any snow. I can abide cold weather much better when I can sled and cavort, but there is no cavorting to be had.

We went and saw The Two Towers again Sunday. I enjoyed it much more this time, and I think it's because rather than watching it as a separate movie in and of itself, I watched it like the second act of a much larger film, and thematically and dramatically things made much more sense to me. I still would have liked to see more development in Frodo's character; he didn't change at all in this film. The ring became harder to carry, and he was a teensy bit more conflicted, but in the end he still made the decision to go to Mordor.

I miss television. Nothing new is on. It saddens me.

Saturday, December 21, 2002

What the hell?

When Ted got up during the Survivor tribal council and asked Clay what racist remarks he'd made on the island, I turned to my sister and said the above. Seriously, though. What the hell? Clay was a strange, gnome-like guy, who openly ogled the women, made odd, unintelligible remarks, and was unrepentently Southern, but I never got the impression that he was all racist-like towards Ted. And I'm sure he wasn't, because Burnell would have made sure to show us. This annoyed me a great deal. Ted? Why did you need to go there? I just don't understand. It's like Sean last season; why do people bring up race when it's never been brought up before? There are so many things that go on while everyone's on the island, and I have yet to see race be an issue except by those that make it an issue.

What was even worse to me that when Clay told Ted he had made no such remarks, Ted went ahead and voted against Clay for that very reason, which was heresay in the first place! (I think I spelled "heresay" wrong. Ah well.)

Although I did enjoy both Penny and Helen's questions. As far as I'm concerned, it was a perfectly valid way for Penny to decide who should win. I doubt that she was really only thinking whoever knew more about her deserved the money, because even though I never really liked Penny, she never came off to me as that self-involved. I just felt, and I'm sure this was what Penny was thinking, that knowing about her was indicitive of much more for each contestant. Sure, Brian played a good game, and he made it to the final two on nothing more than sheer will power and the hold he held over his fellow contestants (why didn't Ted and Helen and Jan form an alliance?). But he wasn't personable beyond what he needed to be for the game. If I were on the jury, that wouldn't bother me; I've always held that morals and ethics beyond not tripping people in challenges are frivolous on this game. But I can definitely see how that would be important to others.

I respected Helen in that she did have a beef with Brian (legitimate, as well; how was what he was doing any different from her "alliance" with Ted?), but she was able to say that he still played the better game. Sure, she talks funny (Julius Caesar play? How 'bout just saying, Julius Caesar), but she got her point across.

Now that I've talked about Survivor a bit, I would just like to tell Maya, since she's not on the skank while I'm typing this, that I won't get your present(s) in the mail in time for it to be there before Christmas. I'm sorry. i suk alot. But I will mail it Monday. Promis.

Thursday, December 19, 2002

Dude, Chris. I posted two days ago. Whatever.

Anyways, I'm home! Yay for home! I already feel like I've been back for weeks, even though it's just been two full days at this point. I've been baking cookies for my mom, skirting around the sick people, and watching LotR DVD stuff to prepare for the awesomeness that was The Two Towers earlier this evening. I'm gonig to post some thoughts; I'll try to keep away from major plot spoilers as much as possible, but if you want to watch completely unaware of what will happen you might want to skip the next couple of paragraphs.

TT Thoughts

I'll have to see the film again before I can say how I feel it stands compared to FotR, but my first impressions were that not much happened. Sure, there were plenty of battles, but we ended the film for the most part where we began it: Sam and Frodo on their way to Mordor, Pippin and Merry alone together (heh, that's an odd oxymoron), and Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli still men-at-arms. The battle of Helms Deep was impressive, but doesn't seem to change much in the grand scheme of things as far as the fight against Sauron goes. It was neat to see the ents go up against Isengard, but I don't know how much good they did. Gandalf the White is cool, but I wanted to see more than just bright lights around him.

One thing that really struck me here was Gollum. He is just a fascinating character, and Andy Serkis deserves a nomination. I know that technically the Gollum we see on screen is digitally created, but the nuances and subtlety there are all due to Serkis. He does a remarkable transition just in his voice between Gollum, who wants his precious back, and timid Smeigol, who just wants to be wanted, I think. Truly a tour-de-force performance.

I'll have more thoughts after I see the film again, and after more people have seen it a first time, so I can be more spoilery.

End of TT Thoughts

Thoughts on TAR: I hate Flo. She does not deserve any money. She wanted to quit, several times, and Zach was patient enough with her incessant whining and spoiled princess-ness that they managed to stick in it. I'm just disgusted with her behavior on this race, and I sincerely hope that she watched it on TV and learned something about how she treats other people, because otherwise the money will be wasted. I've been pretty up-front with my Ian and Teri hate this season, so it should say something about how much I've come to hate Flo that I was pulling for Ian over her. Still, poor KennyG. They should have won. Stupid taxi cab.

Brief Spike thought: I'm so proud of him. First Evil? Did you really think knocking him around a bit would make him switch sides? He got tortured by a GOD and didn't give up. You lost him, deal with it. (Even all beat up, he's still very pretty. Sigh.)

Monday, December 16, 2002

The semester is over! We had our final screening today, I handed paperwork in, and emptied out the editing locker. This is the most joyous I have ever been about school being out. These last two weeks just dragged oooooonnnn and oooonnnnnnnnnn and it was quite unbelievable. But now I'm done. Yay and happiness.

I'm happy with how the film turned out. Of course, there are things I would definitely go back and change, but that's true of any project. It's kind of funny, though, to watch the film in less than six minutes and realize that almost eight weeks of production and post-production, not to mention all the pre-production that took place this summer and during the first half of this semester, went into making such a short film. Of course, we wouldn't have to spend so much time if we didn't have to work only on the weekends and didn't have other classes to contend with, but still. It's tough.

I was thinking the other day how odd our society has become that we now value so much people who don't really make any actual contribution to how the society works. Teachers and doctors and blue-collar workers that keep the machine running don't get any credit other than the "well, of course teachers are amazing and deserve more money" lip service. Yet, we idolize and almost deify actors and musicians and directors and artists. Sure, culture is great and all, and is without a doubt a lasting comment on what our moment in time was like, but is it that important? I don't know, every now and then I just sit back and wonder about the love we give to what are essentially bread and circuses.

Not that I'm complaining, you know. I'm a circus. Love me.

Friday, December 13, 2002

Posting so that my archives get switched to the new template.
Well, I've decided to go with cool colors. Caroline informed me that she liked the warm colors better, but I think she is just infatuated with her own blog and wants everyone elses to look the same.

It's been an interesting couple of days. I've been working on sound, which I haven't minded. It's been a lot of time and effort, but I'm okay with expending that much energy on a single project. It's when I have to do five or six things simultaneously that I start getting frazzled. I finished editing it this morning, and we mix it tomorrow morning. We only get two hours for our mix, and I have quite a few effects like reverb and futzing (to make something sound like it's coming from a radio or through a phone), so hopefully I'll get everything done in time.

Next spring most production majors go on to take a class called 480. It's a more advanced film class, with an entire crew working on a single film over the course of the semester. I had decided a few weeks ago that I wasn't going to take it next semester. I was tired from 310 this semester, but more importantly, I didn't want to go through the politicking involved in getting on a crew. You have to read all the scripts and call the potential directors and hope the one that you talked to and liked gets selected as a final director. It's just something I wasn't interested in doing around Thanksgiving break, and I decided that I would take a semester off from production classes and do it in the fall.

Last night I got a call from a graduate student who wants me to do sound on her documentary in the spring. The class is 546, and it's the graduate equivalent of 480. So, I will get the same credit for it, but I'll be on a more experienced crew in smaller classes. And I didn't have to finagle a slot. Someone called me. Last night was a happy night in my world.

I can't believe Jan has made it this long on Survivor. I never would have expected her to make it to the final four. Caroline and I are pulling for her, in that she's so strange with the dead-animal-bits burying and crying and "Beeeer!"ing and overalls and everything, that we just can't help but want her to win. She's the oddest contestant ever. Although the strangely gnome-like Clay is close. He continues to amuse me, with his odd facial expressions and utter incomprehensibility. Good times.

Thursday, December 12, 2002

Trying out a new layout, and I wish to take a poll. Should I stay with the warm colors that are already here, or switch them to shades of blue? I'm thinking blue, but that's a lot of little boxes to change the color of.

No! Damn TAR, it was such a good episode tonight, but still breaking my heart with the Philimination of the twins. Sniff. I'm going to miss those guys.

We're supposed to return all our film equipment tomorrow. I called Ashley tonight to confirm when we'd get together. She told me she already made plans and doesn't want to drive to campus, and wants us to return the equipment on Monday. I informed her I'm flying out on Monday. She's going to try to finagle a different day for us to turn it in. I swear to God, if she isn't at my apartment at 1:30 tomorrow ready to load up the equipment, I am going to flip out. I haven't seen her in almost an entire week and she still manages to make me so mad my head throbs in less than thirty seconds. I watched "The Birds" today to study for my Hitchcock final; would it be wrong of me to hope she gets her eyes pecked out by an evil seagull?

Four more days till I go home! Whee! I just have to finish editing sound, return equipment, mix sound, edit a short film for one of my actors, do my production notebook, pack, and go to the screening in the meantime. [sarcasm] That's not too bad. [/sarcasm]

Tuesday, December 10, 2002

I took out the Lethargic Man picture because I think everyone's seen it and it was making the page slow to load and all wide and stuff. Farewell LM.

Thursday, December 5, 2002


Well, the past few weeks have been hellish. Of course, that could be just me looking back on it through the fog of one who until recently was on death's door. The door of death! Yeah, I had the flu. And it's funny, because Monday afternoon, Caroline and Maya and I were discussing vomit anecdotes. (Because of Caroline's vomiting issues last weekend.) I distinctly remember typing something along the lines of: "I haven't thrown up in years. It's been awhile since I've been sick."

It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt! Sarah and I caught it the same time this weekend, because we got sick within six hours of each other Monday night. There was the violent rejection of food from my body. There was the lying in bed, wishing for a quick death. There was the lethargy and all-around zombieness of all day Tuesday. There was the mad dash to finish assignments I'd had for weeks on Wednesday. And then there was today, wherein my body finally said "Feed me!" in a "Little Shop of Horrors" since I hadn't eaten anything of substance in three days.

At least I didn't have meningitus. Or the Black Death.

The film is shot and edited. I just have sound to do. I'm so glad to be done, this semester has just been unbelievably difficult. Bah.

24 is cool. I really wish I had watched it last season, although I'm going to try and rent the DVDs over the break. I'm already missing Angel though, and it won't be back for almost another month still. Stupid hiatus.

You'd think I'd have more to type about since I haven't updated in ages, but I can't think of anything interesting in the slightest. My life is boring. And I just whine about it all the time. Sorry about that, y'all.