Tuesday, December 23, 2003

I'm at home. Six people + dialup = Internet? What is this internet you speak of?

I would like to inform everyone who doubted me that I did it. I re-read all three books and watched the first two movies before I went to see ROTK. (Total ROTK viewings = 2) It was a lot of work, but I prevailed. I still am at the point, watching the movie, where I'm just all, "Sad! Pretty! Music! Fighting! Pippin!" Hopefully, after another viewing or two, everything will sink in a bit more.

At the airport on the way home, I saw Reiko Aylesworth from 24. She looked pretty much the same as she does on the show, and was sitting with a friend, and they got on a plane to go to Las Vegas. I thought of going over and saying hi and telling her she's awesome-cool, but then I realized that I had nothing really intelligent to say and that she probably wanted to just hang out and get on a plane. So that was all. Still, pretty neat.

Merry Christmas to everyone! I did not get presents in the mail. Historically, my Christmas presents get mailed in January, and that will probably happen again this year. I would have had time to go shopping and all, were it not for the aforementioned LOTR study session. Eh.

Friday, December 12, 2003

Done! Donedonedonedonedone! I'm done! Yeah, semester, how do you like that! I finished your ass! Man alive, though, these last five weeks or so have killed me. It was all fun and games; me and the semester, running through fields of daisies and squirrels, cavorting and singing jolly songs about happiness and bliss. We held hands, and made those little crowns out of those little white flowers that you think are really pretty when you're a kid but then find out are actually just weeds later on. We were tight, me and the semester. Then, November dawned. A cruel, cold month. Suddenly, the semester wasn't returning my calls, it was always nagging me to do things ("Write this paper, Shannon." "Shoot this scene, Shannon." "Go to work, Shannon."), and seriously, y'all, the thrill was gone.

But now, I have finally told the semester what the what was. I threw it to the ground and kicked it while it was down. Then I did a little dance. I went home and spent hours cutting out tiny, individual pieces of confetti, then threw it into the air with great gusto. I opened up a bottle of champagne and took a shower with it. In short, today is a grand, grand day filled with joy and wonderful, fuzzy contentment. Not only that, my hair looks great. My happiness is made flesh!

Tomorrow, I depart for home, the wonderful place where I don't have to do my own laundry and other people cook for me. Yay. I plan to watch movies, read books, work on my scripts, and just generally be made content. It is good.
Sarah brought up the problems with answering essay prompts that don't really apply to you at all. I was working on my USC grad school application, and one of the prompts was, "Autobiographical character sketch: write about the process of becoming who you are." And quite honestly, there was no process. I've always been me. So rather than come up with something to fit the prompt...I just wrote that. Hi, I'm Shannon, and have always been, and there's been no process, no life-altering events, nothing fancy or exciting or cool or tragic, just a fairly boring and content life. That's about it. But seriously, I hate essay prompts like that. They're so clichéd and stupid. I honestly couldn't think of any way to subvert that prompt, but for, "Most intensely emotional moment of your life?" That's right, folks. I wrote about Return of the King. Hee.

Thursday, December 11, 2003

Man, you know you're tired when the sound department Mix Week humor is funny. Check out random quotes, hee. I think I hurt something in my insides, because I can't laugh out loud, because Caroline's sleeping. Shh.

One final left! [Rob Schneider] I can do it! [/Rob Schneider]

Wednesday, December 10, 2003

Work...school...graduate application...finals...mixing...

Sunday, December 7, 2003

Updating from work on a Mac. Which is weird. Everything's all different. Which brings me to my question: does anyone know why the pictures I've sized to fit my blog look lovely and crystal clear here at work on the Mac, but at home on my PC, sometimes look a little fuzzy? And if you do, how can I make the pictures clearer on the PC?

Three more days and I'm done with everything aside from one tiny final. Yay! I can hardly wait. Am v. v. tired of this semester for some reason.

I'm almost loathe to post this, since it means my Billy picture will no longer be right at the top. Sniff. [quiet voice] I went and bought a piece of posterboard to make a collage. Crushing! Gah! [/qv]

Friday, December 5, 2003

Developing...new...crush... Helpless...to....resist...
The Non Spoilery ROTK Review. The spoilery one will be up later, but they won't be redundant, so even if you want details!details!details!, go ahead and check this one out.
I have to do drafts, and revisions, and probably a detailed photo guide when I post about the film we watched tonight in Leonard Maltin's class (which was not King Kong; my screenwriting professor lied!). Let me whet your appetites with this:

Tonight, the King Returned. And my friends, it was quite possibly the finest thing I've ever seen in cinema.

Thursday, December 4, 2003

Cat! Squee! Pretty boys wearing Christmas hats! That was such a cute surprise to get in the mail. Thanks, pumpkin.

Today was the last day of class. Technically, I still have Leonard Maltin's class tonight, but we're watching King Kong so that'll just be fun. I still have my graduate cinema application to finish, I have to shoot and edit my final directing scene, and I have two finals, but that'll be cake after this past week. Which means...

Making presents! That's right, some of y'all can expect Present Actually Made By Shannon this year for the holiday season. Instead of presents bought by Shannon that are more than likely something that is a novelty, like Monkeys of the World, because I suck at buying presents. I go out, and all I can see are things I personally want. Which makes me feel like a horrible friend, because other people manage to get me presents that are exactly the kind of thing I wanted, and I feel I should know those people that well. Which is why I'm making presents. Because if you don't like it, you can't say anything about it, because I toiled and stuff. Yeah.

Jack Sparrow has been following me around all day, whining. I don't know what his deal is. Mayhap he sense my bad mood. Clay didn't get nominated for a Grammy, but Ruben did? s0x0r!!11 Yeah, you heard me. I'm so upset I drifted into fooz-speak on the main blog.
Hee. Casper totally spit on this guy in the front row tonight in class. Oh, how I laughed...

Wednesday, December 3, 2003

I can't believe I have to write three (3) papers in my Star Wars class. Three! (3)! Which brings me to my point: why college thinks the only way to accurately measure whether or not one has gained knowledge from the class is to make them write a paper. And then the paper is almost always graded more on how well one writes, as opposed to the content within. I'm lucky, in that I'm a fairly decent writer (albeit one who procrastinates a freakish amount), but what if you just suck as a writer? But you did learn a lot in the class and can show that in other ways? You're just screwed. It sucks.

I want to take a college class that instead of making me write papers, has me make dioramas. That would be awesome.

Monday, December 1, 2003

Hate flying. HATE. Hate homework. HATE. Love Turkey Day Weekend. LOVE. So it all evened out. Like Caroline, I have eaten massive amounts of pie. Actually, I believe that I am now forty-two (42) percent (%) pie. Slap some Cool Whip on my head and call me Dessert! (I don't know.)

Watched TTT EE this weekend. First watched the straight up movie. Awesome. Forgot how much I adore the end of Helm's Deep, with Theoden and Aragorn riding out all triumphant and suicidal, only to see Gandalf at the top of that hill with the Rohirrim, then the calvary riding down with the music swelling in the backbround, and the sun rising in the Uruk-hais' eyes just as Gandalf yells and rides into the swarm, and...and...sigh. Just magnificent. Also, Gollum? Love him. Watched the featurette on Andy Serkis and how they created Gollum, and it's just incredible. George Lucas had the opportunity to do something like this with Jar Jar Binks, but he blew it, and just did this cartoonish joke of a character, which wasn't even that technically great. Gollum is so intricately realized, so perfectly crafted, so wonderfully a part of the overall LOTR world. Then, watched the featurettes on WETA, who did the armor, and the weaponry, and the miniatures, and the various sets, and Treebeard, among other things. It's so amazing. I can't describe it. Just go watch it.

Did I mention that I hate homework? HATE?

Monday, November 24, 2003

Upcoming Clay appearances for people like Cat:

Tuesday: TRL performance; American Idol Christmas Special
Wednesday: Nothing so far
Thursday: Macy's Turkey Day Parade (word has it he's the next to last float)
Friday: Nick at Nite Holiday Special

I got my cloak today. It is a dark purple wool, with silver Celtic trim and a silver crushed velvet lining in the hood. It is floor length, and so pretty I just want to hug it. Lovelovelove the cloak. Another great thing happened today: my boss pulled me aside and told me I was doing a great job, and to show his appreciation, he was going to give me a full dollar raise. Dude. That's a big raise. A whole dollar more? Awesome. It was very exciting.

I'm kind of sad about leaving Jack Sparrow alone in the apartment over the break. He gets very lonely when we're at class; I can't imagine him being alone for several days. Poor kitty.
I just read this line on someone's livejournal (I don't want to bring over context, because it would involve a lengthy discussion on what is transgressive in fandom and what isn't), but this particular sentence struck me because of its wording. I think I understand now how "cellar door" can be considered the most beautiful phrase in the English language, because I just had a reaction to this sentence that was almost like appreciating art.

"And then I'll creep sullenly back into my hermit crab shell and continue to make up my own little world using shadow puppetry and a bare light bulb, and after a while I feel sane again."

I wish I could write like that.

Saturday, November 22, 2003

This was an interesting past couple of days. George Lucas came to the Star Wars class Wednesday night, and he was just as terse and laconic as you might expect. No one dared ask a serious question, so everything we heard was pretty much what one could read in any Lucas article or book. He spoke a lot about digital (he actually worked with Sony and Panavision to get 24 fps digital cameras for the film world, as opposed to the 30 fps digital cameras you and I, lowly peons, use for our home movies), about special effects (they're just a tool to tell the story, he says), and about his future plans (less Star Wars, more American Grafitti-esque stuff). It was cool, but not as exciting as I had hoped.

One of my actors was hospitalized for the flu, so we got a week-long extension on our final scene. Which is nice, since I really did not want to shoot immediately before Turkey Day Weekend, and then come back and edit after the break. I like to shoot, and then edit, like, the next day, while it's all still fresh. This also means that my final scene is no longer due the day as my final Star Wars paper, a fact that fills me with much joy and relief.

New movie rec at the side. I was surprised by how much I enjoyed this movie. I have brand new love for James Spader. Quite interesting.

Tuesday, November 18, 2003

A Weekend of Clay

I think I have only just now recovered from all the mainline Clack I did this weekend. First up, the Nick at Nite Holiday Special. This was shooting on a tiny sound stage, with seats for maybe 300 people, most reserved for friends and family of all those present. We (myself and some folks from the People's Republic of Clay) decided to show up and see if we couldn't get in (although a few folks managed to get spots through Seatfiller). Arriving at 3:00, we stood in line until 5:30, when we were then told no seats were available. We were disappointed, but we didn't feel too bad, beacuse we saw Clay drive in. Not in a limo. He drove himself, and his hair wasn't all spiky, and he was wearing a blue shirt. It was very exciting. Because a few aforementioned folks did get in, we decided to hang out for a bit so we could do something afterwards. Went to The Grove, ate, window shopped, and came back to CBS Studios.

They were still filming. It was 8:00. We talked to a security guard, and he gave us an estimate of one more hour. We sighed at the thought of Clay inside, right then. 9:15 rolled around. We asked the security guard again what was up. He went to go talk to one of the people in charge of the audience. Came back ten minutes later and told the three of us there were seats, since a few people had left. At this point, I prayed:

Dear Jesus. Please let Clay not have gone on yet. Thank you. Um, Amen.

We snuck inside, where the stage was set up like a lodge, all decorated for Christmas. Martin Mull was running the joint, along with other random TV people. We saw other PRoC people and joined them in what we thought were really bad seats way over at the side, in the very front. Ten (10) minutes after we came in, Clay arrives. He is wearing a tuxedo, a long gray tailored flannel coat, and a long black scarf. He plays himself; he shows up and tells Mull that he's stuck in the "blizzard," and can he watch a favorite holiday special on the TV? He comes in, chats with Joyce DeWitt (?) a moment, then starts watching Bing Crosby. We find out he filmed himself singing the day before, to be digitally inserted in with Bing later.

Clay is there for about 20 minutes. He leaves right in front of us. I was in the very corner seat, and I swear that he was no more than five feet away from me. I could see the color of his eyes. He was so very, very pretty. He looked up and smiled and waved at us, and then left.


Sunday was the American Music Awards at the Shrine, which I walk/ride my bike past every day going to class, so it seemed kind of silly not to pony up the thirty (30) dollars and go. I was way the hell up in the balcony with several other folks; PRoC represented with almost 25 members in attendance. Clay was amazing. His voice just filled the entire auditorium. It was so incredible being there for his win. We all jumped up, freaked out, and made people all around us turn and stare at us with bewilderment and a bit of fear. Good times.

That concludes this update about the Weekend of Clay. And yes, it was worth it. Mmhmm.

Monday, November 17, 2003

I did it in 15 seconds.
I deserved an A!!
Take the How Dexterous Are You? Quiz

Thursday, November 13, 2003

Sweet Jesus that was a good episode of "24."

Sweet Jesus that was a good episode of "Angel."

In other words, we're in the last three weeks of class, which means I have to spend all my time catching up on assignments I've procrastinated on the whole semester. Read: I now must finish my one hundred and twenty (120) page screenplay by December 4th. I have thirty-four (34) pages written. Sigh.

Sunday, November 9, 2003

Now you can get your own collectible "fooz" mug.
"Elf" was the cutest movie, everyone. I highly recommend it. Very funny and sweet.

I have no desire to go see "Matrix: Revolutions." None. Which is just so very, very sad, because last year at this time I couldn't wait. I can't believe how badly they messed this franchise up; it reminds me of the last season of X-Files, or the newest two Star Wars prequels. Do they really not understand what people loved about the first film? It wasn't the special effects; they were cool, but they were in service of the story. It wasn't the philosophy/religion references; they were enjoyable, but only made the story richer. It wasn't the spectacle and the hype; we were intrigued by the story. What's the common thread, here? The story. And that's what Reloaded didn't have, and from what I hear, what Revolutions doesn't put too much stock in, either.

There's a reason why some of the most popular sci-fi/fantasy stories tell that same old Joseph Campbell hero's journey bit. Because it's a story we respond to. We've responded to it since Antiquity. That classic mythic structure is something that we buy into, a lot, and that's what made The Matrix popular at the end of the day. It's too bad they've mucked it all up.

Saturday, November 8, 2003

Every now and then, I remember the original concept of a weblog: logging websites that interested you, and providing a way for others to see the sites as well. This website is really cute. You submit emotions, and Eric takes a picture of himself emoting. It's funnier than it sounds, honest. Now, another fun link:

Viking kittens will be your Overlords!

Thursday, November 6, 2003

Buy our sticker!
"The Day After Tomorrow"

This trailer scared me last night. I know I am going to be there opening night, completely freaked out, and loving it. Insane and destructive weather phenomena is another of my fears, so this should be fun.

Wednesday, November 5, 2003

Caroline and I decided to set up a CafePress account. Yes, yes; soon, we will make the "The precious is my bling-bling" t-shirt, but just to whet your appetite, please check out our first product. We think you'll enjoy it.

Tuesday, November 4, 2003

I am digging this cooler weather. It's been in the upper fifties (50s) to lower sixties (60s) since Halloween, and it's been most joyous. I like getting to wear winter clothes, which are warm and comfy.

(Is "comfy" an actual word? Or is it just slang that is so ubiquitous it has become a word, like "bling?" Speaking of bling, there's a LOTR-themed Flash thingy that has Gollum rapping, and at one point he raps, "The precious is my bling-bling," which is just some kind of genius. I want a shirt with that on it. Does anyone have a CafePress account?")

My boss at work today said I was doing exceptional work. *is warm and fuzzy on the insides* Even though I'd like to say I'm all cool and independent, without any need of outside validation to confirm my own self-worth, I can't deny that it isn't nice to hear praise now and again.

Praise me, damn you! Validate my existence! Feed my ever-burning furnace of ego with your words and tokens of my awesomeness!
Blah blah blah fishcakes. That about sums up the past few days for me. Homework, and meetings, and class, and I've reached that point, that strange, arbitrary point, where my semester and the routine and everything just becomes so monotonous that I cannot stand it anymore. But then Turkey Day Weekend comes round the corner, and the balance is restored.

And this is why I want to be a filmmaker, because each day is different. I could not deal with a 9-5; the sameness and routine would kill me. Kill me dead! Dead like that parrot! That dead Monty Python parrot! And the shopkeeper would try to sell me, and one day he would succeed, but then the Monty Python guy would realize that I was dead, and bring me back, and they'd argue. Because I was pushing up daisies, see? Which are my favorite flower, so that's cool. But you never see daisies in a flower shop; just roses and stuff, which are usually really expensive. Why are they so expensive? I think it's price gouging; they know guys who had a big fight with their girlfriend or wife will pay anything to make it all better, because that's easier than, like, having an actual conversation or something. Speaking of guys, Caroline and I watched "Average Joe" tonight, which was a cool show. I'm totally down with the concept, because unlike most other dating shows, these guys seem genuinely fun and cool, for the most part. Except for this Indian guy, who was totally weird. He was all, "Do you like brocolli? I don't like peas. I'm not fond of green food." Wha? It was completely strange. And then she didn't get rid of him! But Caroline spots at the end that decisions were made after consultation with the producers, so they probably told her to keep him because he's weird, and thus entertaining TV. Whatever. Producers are stupid. I mean, I know they have a responsibility to try and market the show and make it interesting, but still. These shows really only work if you buy into them as "reality," and if it's clear that everything is being orchestrated behind the scenes, the illusion is lost.

Stream of consciousness! Yay! (I typed that all in one continuous five minute setting. Whee!)

Sunday, November 2, 2003

People suck. People who for some reason became mean and unfriendly, and changed their behavior, for no discernable reason. I don't understand. Bah.

Went to the American Idol Christmas Special taping in Pasadena. Clay was most triumphant. He has just so come into his own as a performer, it's magnificent to watch. Afterwards, a bunch of people from the Clackhouse and myself went next door to the Sheraton Hotel and had drinks in the bar. It's very cool to hang with people who share the obsessive interest. Most of the friends I made through Haven were my age, but it's strange, because a lot of people I know through Clay are much older than I am. We had a great time, and I'm very much looking forward to the AMAs in two weeks.

Halloween was fun. We've had cooler weather the past few days, and last night it was in the 50s with this light drizzly rain thing, and it was just the perfect mood for The 'Ween. Caroline and I went to see Pirates again, and it was super-cool how the entire crowd applauded and cheered when Johnny Depp first appeared on screen. That movie is just so awesome, and I think it's in large part to Depp's just inspired performance. I would love to see him get a nomination for it.

Caroline's computer is having problems. The operating system won't boot. She's despondant, y'all. Send her good vibes. I'll demonstrate:

*closes eyes, wriggles fingers in the general direction of LA, and shouts "Good vibes!"*

Thursday, October 30, 2003

We watched a good movie in class last week, called "Shattered Glass." It's about the journalist Stephen Glass, who was an assistant editor for The New Republic while in his early twenties. When Forbes.com did some fact checking while preparing to write a follow-up story to his piece on hackers, they were unable to verify any of his sources or events mentioned. It came out that he had plagiarized in part or in full over half of his articles for the magazine. I really enjoyed the movie, which I thought was well-cast (Peter Sarsgaard in particular was wonderful) and entertaining. However, several others in my class didn't seem to like it. In talking with them, I've come to a conclusion as to why the material engaged me.

I like A&E. My favorite show on A&E is the Bill Kurtis-narrated "American Justice." That show tells stories of crimes both large and small, in a non-sensationalistic manner. It is interesting. I enjoy it. And "Shattered Glass" was, to me, very reminiscent of that style of storytelling. Although it was a fiction narrative film based on fact, and not a documentary, it still had that air of reality about it that I found very refreshing. It would have been all too easy for writer/director Billy Ray to change some details or even create new story points to make the film bigger and showier; it happens in almost every feature biography that is made. But he chose to stick to the facts, which in light of the film being about journalistic integrity I think was a wise and thematically topical choice.

Tuesday, October 28, 2003

I feel like I'm living in the end times.

There is a lot of smoke in the Los Angeles area, in case you haven't heard. Because of fires, apparently. The smoke is so pervasive that the quality of light reaching the LA Basin has changed; the sun is a different color, and one can look at it directly without any problems. Throughout the entire day, even at noon, the light is like it is during magic hour, that brief time before dusk. It was this strange, sickly orange-ish light; everything was dim and odd looking. Not only that, the smoke makes my contacts dry and irritated, and the air smells funny (-ier than usual).

I was distressed by the sun, more than anything. The sun on a normal day kind of freaks me out, just in general. But today it was all wrong. After twenty-one (21) years of life, I'm fairly familiar with what the sun should look like, but today it was just so bizarre, it creeped me out. Exceedingly so. I did not like being outside, able to see the strange, wrong sun.

How much is inside... This website is brilliant. These people are my heroes. They figure out how much stuff is inside various things, with cute little pictures and snarky play-by-play. Check it out.

Monday, October 27, 2003

I want to take some completely random, crazy elective in my last semester as an undergrad. Something like whittling. Or midwivery.

We're watching "The Human Stain" this week in Maltin's class. Blech. This movie looks horrible, has gotten bad reviews, and is the kind of film I generally despise: arty, pretentious, serious. All of which = dull. Why do people make boring movies? Why not make fun, interesting, cool movies? This is why I don't understand the industry bias against science fiction and fantasy; they look down on movies that are actually entertaining, while hyping movies that just look painfully boring. Sigh.

Sunday, October 26, 2003

Man alive. Last week I had scheduled the first rehearsal meeting for the final in my acting/directing class with my two actors. One had a migraine, one got stuck in traffic coming back from Las Vegas. So we had to cancel it. I rescheduled for tonight. One ended up having to shoot a film because her actress was only available tonight, and the other needed to work on a paper that is due tomorrow. I had to cancel yet again. [Chandler] Could they be any more difficult? [/Chandler] I don't understand people who so vigorously schedule their lives. I need free time. I need time that isn't devoted or obligated to anyone or anything else. I can choose to do things during it, like go work or do homework or meet with actors, but I have to have that time free to begin with. I think the problem is, a lot of people don't leave themselves that time, so when push comes to shove they just can't be flexible enough to do what needs to be done. And nice, wonderful people like myself get caught in the middle, and end up sobbing with frustration and impotent rage whilst in a fetal position underneath the bed.

Seriously, y'all. Scheduling with actors is the big-ass suck.

Saturday, October 25, 2003

Donal Logue's Ultra Personal Homepage. Dude y'all, I love Donal Logue. I first saw him on XF, in "Tooms." Now he's on "Grounded for Life," which is the cutest show, really. Donal? I heart him. Such a neat guy. He reminds of Jack Black, in that he's funny and kind of manic but also someone I could totally hang out with in real life, as opposed to some celebrities, who seem like absolute, pretentious bores.

Eminem releases a ragtime song. Right click and save, please.

I am so glad this week is over. I mixed student films all day yesterday, which is just exhausting. You only have two hours per mix, and invariably there is some hold-up with loading the film up, or laying it back to mini-DV, so you don't get full two hours to start with. Then, I had one director decide during the bloody mix that she wanted to change her music. And unfortunately, her professor agreed with her. So I lost my lunch break while she cut her old music out, uploaded new score from a CD, and cut the new in. I had another guy that had at least eight (8) million effects in his five (5) minute film, all labeled very clear things on Pro Tools like "DXCCR 879 honk442.prt.no2." It was so nice of him to make it easier for me, especially since he was apparently incapable of putting like effects on the same track. It's quite simple. Put all your hard effects on two tracks, your foley on two tracks, your backgrounds on two tracks, and your music on one track. Then I know where everything is. Don't show up with, "This is my effect track, but it has foley on it, too. And one background. And two regions of voice-over. And my two-pop."

Today I had to Machine-Room-Operate. Which is a much easier job during mix week, now that we're doing everything on Pro-Tools and are laying back to mini-DV. In the past, you had to load up off of mag film, and lay back to DA-88s and the 16mm optical track. Which is a bitch. MROs had to spool film up, patch cables, and do all kinds of wacky techno stuff. Now, we just stick the mini-DV tape in, log the timecode, and hit record. Which is a non-bitch.

I can't wait to see "Elf." It looks absolutely hilarious. I'm like those home movies of people's toddlers you see on AFV: I'll be in the other room, hear Will Ferrell's voice, come running to the television, and stand entranced, staring at the TV. "SANTA! I know him! I know him."

Thursday, October 23, 2003

Added the link to Cat's brand new blog to the left, as well as some shiny new quotes.

I have the flu, which sucks mightily. I have to mix all day tomorrow, so that's probably going to be an experience, unless I get better right quick. And I'm not holding my breath. I hate being sick. I hate the fact of being ill more than I hate the actual symptoms of being ill. What's the point of having an immune system if it doesn't bloody work?

We finally got our air conditioning replaced. It hasn't worked all semester, which has been irritating, up until this week. It's been over ninety (90) degrees the past several days, and it's just been ridiculously hot in our apartment. There is no sleep to be had when it's that hot. But now, new shiny air conditioner! Whee! So much joy, I think my heart just expanded a size.

Wednesday, October 22, 2003

Please check out the link to a brand new blog in the side column. Mourn the loss of the old, but celebrate the new. Punch in the fellowship hall afterwards, okay?

Baby went double platinum his first week. Am v. proud. Will purchase another album (just for the pull-out poster, mind you) in another few weeks or so. Must keep Baby's sales up.

Monday, October 20, 2003

We watched a great documentary today in my sci-fi screenwriting class. "Forgotten Silver" was written and directed by Peter Jackson, pre-LOTR, and it's the story of a New Zealand filmmaker named Colin McKenzie, whose work was recently recovered. A true cinema visionary from the turn of the century, he is only now getting the recognition he deserves as one of the pioneers of early film. If you get the chance to see this film (I think it's available at Netflix), definitely check it out.

The KC Chiefs are 7-0. We are so awesome, it hurts.
Just to mix things up a little, I'm going to fondly remember the Starbuck's Holiday Menu. Gingerbread mochas! Eggnog lattés!

Saturday, October 18, 2003

So, for quite some time, I have been mulling over the next transportation breakthrough. Some people theorize it will be fully electric, feasible automobiles. Others, flying cars. Still others, cars powered by water. My question is, why the hang-up on different kinds of cars? That is clearly not the answer. Traffic on the interstates surrounding most major cities is hell, and cars are expensive. Lord knows I can't afford one. So what then is the future of transportation?

Giant pneumatic tubes.

You know. Like they have at the bank. You drive through, take out the plastic capsule, put your money or check or whatever inside, and put it in the tube. Press the button, and bwoooop! A powerful vacuum sucks the capsule up through the tube and into the bank. Now, imagine giant pneumatic tubes. Climb into a giant plastic capsule with a little seat inside, press the button, and bwooooop! Off you go. Giant pneumatic tubes could be elevated ten or so feet above sidewalks, so you could quickly run errands close to where you live. Tourists will love the giant pneumatic tubes. And the interstates can be replaced with colossal pneumatic tubes. Family-sized plastic capsules with room for the dog or the suitcases for summer vacation. Need to go overseas? Jump in the amazing colossal underwater pneumatic tubes! Zip right through the Atlantic or the Pacific, or any other large body of water for that matter, while watching the sealife pass you by in your amazing colossal pneumatic tube.

I think I'm going to patent this, because it's a brilliant idea, and I'm sure others will agree with me soon enough.

Thursday, October 16, 2003

Oh wow. This might rival the Kikkoman soy sauce commerical for the funniest random thing I've ever found on the internet.
Note from Shannon: I'm just copying my post about the Clay CD Release Party from the Clay board I post at, because there's really no point in writing it out again. I've clarified a few things, but the strange user names are just people I know, so deal.

The Night We Followed Fred Bronson to Virgin


The LA CD Release Party!

Clay dropped by. Fred Bronson (from Billboard magazine; he writes the "Billboard Number One Hits" books) told us to all run outside, so we did, like a bunch of good little meerkats. A white van drives by, and a good quarter of the crowd start screaming. Some rather confused teenaged boys get out. We wait. A ginormous black limo monstrosity pulls up, and Clay sticks his little head out. We cheer. He stops. People swarm. Clay leans out of the window so that everything from the waist up is outside the limo (I start worrying about overzealous fans pulling him completely out of the vehicle), thanks us for supporting him, apologizes and explains he has to get on a plane to NY. Clay leaves. We all return to the hotel.

Fred's Q&A was very cool. I will point out, however, that there are many stupid people who happen to be Clay fans. One woman very seriously asked Fred if Clay was happy. Zuh? He's not his therapist, people.

We had door prizes, and zakaroni won several Billboard magazines. If we could only bottle her happiness...she bounced the length of the ballroom, hugged Fred, and came back to the table shaking. It was honest-to-God the most adorable thing I've ever seen in my life.

We're all dispersing to go over to the Virgin Megastore to get Ultimate Clack. zakaroni, Halos, LG and myself (along with my roommate) are some of the last out of the door. LG is following the rest of us over. First, zakaroni gets a little turned around in the parking lot. We come up to the correct exit, and one of the lanes is empty. So she zooms to the front, to find out that it's for people with keycards. We need to get over to the right lane to pay the parking, so we have to cut someone off. We turn around, and it's Fred Bronson. We just cut Fred Bronson off.

We figure, hey. He probably knows how to get to Virgin. We'll just follow him. So we let him pass, and we start to follow. We drive a bit, and he drifts over to the side of the road. Doubt sets in. Is Fred lost? Does Fred not actually know the way to Virgin? We pull up beside him, and we're all, "Dude? You lost, man?" No, he's just dropping someone off, and we're dumbasses. I think we flustered him, because he took off, offering a half-hearted "goodbye" to whomever it was he gave a ride to. Halos starts laughing. We keep following Fred. We realize we cut the guy off, started following him, pulled up beside him and questioned his driving ability, and are still following him. We are all laughing. Halos hits the dashboard so hard the Clay Demo CD skips.

Halos: Now he's going to stop and get a burger, and we're going to have to stop and get a burger too, because we need him to lead us to the Virgin Store.

Fred Bronson: *pulls into the In-N-Out Burger parking lot next to the Virgin Store*

Car: *dies*

Fred Bronson was able to hear us laughing through his own rolled-down windows. We are as losers.

Virgin! Krispy Kreme! Cinnamon Toast Crunch! Someone brought along their three-inch black and white TV and we all watched the Invisible performance. We buy CDs. We come outside. It's Fred! He's talking to the party coordinators. Will Fred sign our album liners? I mean, we did follow him here. And he does. Mine reads: "To Shannon-I'm so glad we met-this is the night for Clay! Love, Fred."

I got Frack! Woo!

'Twas a great night. tanandae and her husband were there, and I heart them. It was great sitting around and snarking on all the weird people who were there. (And y'all, there were some weird. ass. people. there tonight.) Permaswooned took people out to her car to listen to JoJo. She has the cutest picture of them all sitting in the car, enrapt. Briefly got a chance to talk to ncgurrl but apparently missed a few other PRoCers in attendance since I didn't even know artquest was there. And...I'm spent. No snappy conclusion to this post. We are tired, we have the precious, we're signing off.

End of Clay CD Release Party post. Yes, good times were had by all. Fred Bronson kind of has a reputation in the Clay fandom, because he's been very complimentary of Boyfriend. It was the uber-cool that he came to the party.

Caroline and I watched the most boring movie in Boringonia last week in Maltin's class. It was called "My Life Without Me." The lead character was one of the most unlikeable characters I've ever seen on screen that is ostensibly a protaganist. She's 24, with kids, and finds out she has terminal cancer and has a few months to live. So she decides to do boring, insipid, selfish things with her remaining days, while keeping her family in the dark, and having an affair with some random guy she meets in a laundromat. Dude. It was so boring. I was like, "Die! Just die already! Die of cancer noooooow!" Ordinarily, I do not feel this way about cancer patients. But man oh man did this film suck out loud. This is what I will now call an Anti-Movie Recommendation. Don't go see it, yo.

Monday, October 13, 2003

Alexis Denisof has wed. Yet another boyfriend is now married, making it more difficult to fantasize about running into him on the street, hitting it off, and making him a real boyfriend, as opposed to a fake boyfriend. I hope he has much happiness, though, and may he spawn pretty little babies.

Clay CD Release Party tonight. I'm less excited about this now than I was a few weeks ago, mostly because I'm still tired from last week, and because it's going to involve me dressing nicely. I've worn my house slippers everywhere for the past few days, which probably doesn't bode well for my fashion sense.

Sunday, October 12, 2003

I can now say, with complete sincerity, that I spent a day in a crackhouse. Now, you might say to yourself, "Self, what was Shannon doing in a crackhouse?" And the answer is: a friend was shooting a scene for her directing class and wanted me to boom, and the scene was about two people who are squatting in an abandoned house, and she found a state-owned former crackhouse she could shoot in for free, ergo, I spent all day yesterday in a crackhouse. And it was cree.pee. Graffiti on the walls, boarded up windows, and apparently someone threw a Molotov cocktail into the kitchen, so everything was burned; paint peeling off of everything, the linoleum was all bubbled up, intricate and abstract and almost beautiful charcoal black designs on the walls created by shelves and the like. There was an almost palpable negative energy to the place that on the one hand really enhanced the work that was done, I think, but at the same time made it difficult to stay inside for too long. We kept taking breaks just to sit outside and get some air.

Caroline and I went to go see "Kill Bill" today. It was most triumphant. There's a beautiful, lyrical quality to the violence that was just amazing to watch. I had never really understood the popular consensus that made Uma Thurman one of the most beautiful women in Hollywood, but I see it now. She was just incredible to watch. I've read several reviews that while praising the film, comment on its lack of humanity. See, it's just Thurman killing people, right? But I don't think they get it. Mild spoiler ahead: Thurman is "executed" at her wedding while she is very pregnant. She wakes up from a coma four years later, and the first thing she does is slide her hands down to her flat stomach. She just wails when she realizes she lost her baby, and the camera just stays on her for almost a minute. This film isn't devoid of humanity. The Bride isn't a stoic, passionless robot carrying out her revenge with a certain violent aplomb. That moment on the hospital bed, that scream of realization, is what underlies every action she takes in this film. There is so much humanity and emotion underpinning the character that I can't believe people don't see that. Point being, yes, it's violent and gory, but there's more than that, and if nothing else, it's a spectacle of what cinema is capable of. Look for the samurai fight silhouetted against a neon blue backgroud; my favorite composition in the film.

We went to Starbucks beforehand to get lemonades to sneak in to the theater. The person who took Caroline's order scribbled her name; the r-o-l kind of ran together, and the e at the end wasn't bubbled enough. When the drink-maker called out her name, she said, "Candini." Which is quite possibly the most brilliant thing I've ever heard. The Amazing Candini! Sheer genius.

Yes, I do know a lot about the JonBenét Ramsey case. Ask me your questions!

Sunday, October 5, 2003

I was looking around online when I came across what appears to be an early, rough version of the "Angel" season five credits. Very interesting. Enjoy.
I hate when I have a long, difficult week, and I look forward to the weekend with a fervor approaching insanity, and then the weekend comes, and I feel like I waste it. Even though just sitting around on my ass, on the computer, or watching TV is all my heart desired not two days before, I still feel like a loser. Sigh.

Halloween! I am ready for Halloween to be upon us. I think it is my most favoritest holiday. This year is the tenth anniversay of "Nightmare before Christmas," so hopefully they'll have some themed goings-on here this upcoming month. Caroline and I had talked about going to Knott's Scary Farm, but those tickets are over forty dollars a pop, and that just seems a bit pricey to me. I don't know; it's something to think about. I do so love Halloween, it just might be worth it.

Thursday, October 2, 2003



Oh, and the other 41.5 minutes of "Angel" were okay. A little slow, and I don't really like Eve, but I'm willing to see where they're going to go with this.

Wednesday, October 1, 2003

Watch it, yo! I mean it!

Monday, September 29, 2003

I was looking back over my blogs of the past few days; specifically, my discussion regarding the Emmys. I realized that I posted I was excited about Jon Stewart, Cher, and Tony Shalhoub winning, but I left out the most important one of all.

TAR! Phil! Eeee!

I was accidentally spoiled for just this award, so it was great watching them read the nominees knowing that TAR totally kicked all the other shows' asses. This will hopefully lead to CBS officially signing on for TAR 5. Because if they don't, so help me...I'll think about that whole murder/suicide thing Caroline was talking about, but with less suicide, more murder.

Mmm. David Bowie.

Friday, September 26, 2003

"You pay a lot of tuition to watch movies that people otherwise pay money to see in real theaters. Interesting."

It's not a class where we just sit around and watch movies. Theatrical Film Symposium was started at USC in the late 70s in response to the growing feeling among cinema students that while they were being taught the historical background of cinema, they knew next to nothing about how the business worked today. Yes, we get an opportunity to watch films before they are released, but like every other critical studies class here at USC, we don't just all show up to watch movies. The class begins with a lecture from the professor, a lecture we have to take notes about. Then, there's an open discussion about last week's film. We watch a short--a serial, a filmed vaudeville sketch, a cartoon, a newsreel--as a way to study very dramatically how much film has changed in just a century. After watching the main event, people involved with making that film come to join us. The writer, or the director, or the cinematographer, or even the actors, sit down and talk about making their film--how did they raise the money? What was their inspiration? What did their film mean?

It's an invaluable look at how the film industry works, how today's artisans and filmmakers craft the films that we would otherwise be "paying money to see in a real theater" that very weekend. We have exams in this class; we don't just sit around watching the movies.

Anyways. Mike White? Was awesome. I think we should randomly screen another film of his and have him come back again. Because he was good times.

Monday, September 22, 2003

Last night, I reached a new level in my belief that my participation can somehow affect the outcome of an event I am not involved with in any way, shape or form. Caroline and I were watching the Emmys, and for some odd reason felt that if we chanted Kiefer's name in unison, made derogatory hand gestures when the other nominee's names were called, and clapped our hands wildly while shouting "Kiefer!" whilst the presenter opened the envelope, then Kiefer would, in fact, win.

He did not win. Goddamn James Gandolfini won. After I specifically flipped him off and shouted "Kiiiiieeeeffffeeerrr!" at the television. What is the world coming to?

In related Emmy news, I'm very excited that Tony Shalhoub, Jon Stewart, Cher's Farewell Concert, and William H. Macy won. I am very dis-excited that West Wing, aforementioned Gandolfini, related Falco, and Brad Garrett won. The first three because I HATE them, the last because Peter Boyle deserved to win after all this time on the show, since he's the only funny one on it.

Jack Sparrow is sleeping on the ground right between my chair and Caroline's chair. It's the cute. He's all splayed out and peaceful-looking. He's been very affectionate lately, which is heartening considering that the first week, I feared he'd just live underneath my bed and have nothing to do with us.

T-minus nine days until Angel! Whee!

Sunday, September 21, 2003

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Saturday, September 20, 2003

Actors. God. I'm tired of trying to find a rehearsal time around their insanely overbooked schedules. This is a four unit class; it's your new priority. I don't care if your "agent" found you an audition, or if you're "working" at the Emmys, or if you want to go to the "weekender." I have other things to do, and we need to rehearse before we can shoot, because that's kind of the whole raison d'être of the class, so suck it up and find time.

New quotes on the side. Still recommending "Lost in Translation," though. Go see it. Go. See it. Go! Why are you still reading! Go!

Friday, September 19, 2003

We watched "Bubba Ho-Tep" last night in class. That film made "Donnie Darko" look like a normal, generic family drama. It was the strangest film I have ever seen, ever. Elvis (Bruce Campbell) and JFK (Ossie Davis) battle a soul-sucking mummy at an East Texas rest home. Really. No, really. But that wasn't even the best part of the class; the best part was, and continues to be, the incredibly stupid people who ask questions or make comments. One girl didn't like the relationship in "Lost in Translation" and felt it distracted her from the rest of the film. The relationship was the film. Another person didn't like the film because Bill Murray's character cheated on his wife. Erm? That's a reason to dislike an entire film? Whatever, stupid people. Just shoosh.

I love Rupert on "Survivor." That is all.

Tuesday, September 16, 2003

Why are the body's auto-response mechanisms so unpleasant? Like today at work, I suppose I was a little too enthusiastic in drinking some water, and some of it managed to make its way into my windpipe. Is that tiny bit of water so horrible and destructive to my lungs that my throat feels the need to have a complete freak out and expel the water through violent coughing that makes my eyes water and my chest hurt? Is it? Is it? Afterwards, when I was finally done coughing, I just sat there all weak and strange feeling. I imagine that is what it must feel like to have the vapors.

I hate e-journals. The stupid little reports on one's out-of-class progress that one must email to one's professor, because it just isn't enough to show up in class, do homework, write papers and take exams. No, one must email each week with, "Yes, so this week I did the reading and rehearsed with actors and blah blah bliddy blah I'm making all this up because I don't give a royal bloody damn." It's like, I could take the time I'm spending on e-journals, and I could...like...watch more TV or something.

Someone whose livejournal I read posted the horrible, mean, fake spoiler that Johnny Depp had just signed to play James Marsters' lover in "Venetian Heat." I was so terribly excited until I read the cut-away and realized she just made it up. Can you even imagine that? Can you imagine that much pretty? That much pretty making out? Sigh. I'm not usually one for slash, but dude y'all, that would have been hot.

Saturday, September 13, 2003

Caroline and I just got back from seeing "Once Upon a Time in Mexico." I feel this movie is best described by merely providing a list of things contained therein. Ahem.

-Guitars that explode. Guitars that shoot bullets. Guitars that knock people unconscious.

-A grand total of three missing eyeballs.

-A bugged chihuahua.

-Willem Dafoe's doppelganger.

-A prosthetic arm designed to hold silverware.

-Enrique Iglesias.

All told, this was an...interesting film, but one that I felt was hurt by the fact that one man (Robert Rodriguez) wrote, directed, shot, edited and scored the entire film. The film was utterly incomprehensible. It looked pretty, and there were cool action things, but I have no idea what happened. Also, eye sockets? Always disturbing, never a good time.

Addendum: Blogspot won't let me put in an umlaut above the "a" in "doppelganger." Which is stupid. I feel like emailing them about the inability for one to correctly type words that have roots in languages that use accents. Stupid Blogspot.

Friday, September 12, 2003

We watched "Lost in Translation" in the Leonard Maltin class tonight. Sofia Coppola directed, starring Bill Murray and Scarlett Johannsen. This movie is fantastic. I normally am not a fan of character pieces without strong plot lines, but this film worked because the characters are so wonderfully drawn, both in the script, and in the actors' performances. Bill Murray in particular is astounding. He plays Bob Harris, an actor in Tokyo doing a whiskey commercial (the overseas, especially Japanese, celebrity endorsement phenomenon is an incredibly interesting thing in and of itself). He happens to run into Johannsen's Charlotte, the wife of a photographer who is mostly hanging out at the hotel by herself. They end up becoming friends and wiling away the time together.

The chemistry between the actors is just fascinating to watch. They don't become best friends immediately, and it's only at the end that they really, finally click, yet the silences and moments between them are never awkward; there's a really lovely energy between these people who just happened to find each other. The film is beautifully shot. The cinematographer, Lance Acord, who spoke to us tonight, told us that the look was influenced by Sofia Coppola's photography and the city of Tokyo as a whole. He did a lot of drifting and rack focus shots to bring the bright neon lights of the city into as many shots as possible; this could have looked garish and bright, but instead was wonderful mood lighting inside the almost pristine hotel much of the film took place in.

This film is charming, and at times hysterically funny. In particular, one scene with Murray in a hospital waiting room attempting to talk to an elderly Japanese man is one of the funniest things I've seen in film in the past year. There's such truth in this scene, it's something that all of us have experienced to some extent; it's this honesty and clarity that really makes the film what it is. It's not humor based on cheap physical slapstick or vulgar jokes, but instead on the real experiences of people who meet every day, by chance, and affect one another's lives.

Wednesday, September 10, 2003

I'm not really feeling my directing class. It seems as though working with actors is something we should have covered before taking all our other production classes. I've made almost ten short films now at USC; why are we just now "learning" how to direct actors in front of the camera? It's annoying.

Kitty's hiding. I keep having to wrassle him out from underneath my bed and make him eat and drink. It doesn't seem right. I don't remember Mr. Phoenix acting like this when we brought him home originally, or after he was neutered.

Tuesday, September 9, 2003

Kitty's home. He's sleeping right now; understandably, having his bits worked on wasn't the most pleasant experience in the world. I brought him home, took him out of his cat carrier, and let him explore. He walked into the kitchen. I opened up the cat litter bag and poured some out, looked up, and he was gone. Caroline and I looked all over. We went back to the bedroom. We called for him. We couldn't figure out where he disappeared to. Then, we found him sitting very quietly on one of the kitchen chairs, hidden by the tablecloth.

Say it with me: aw.

Sunday, September 7, 2003

We adopted a cat today. He's a little black-and-white guy with a rather rakish "beauty spot" below his mouth. Caroline came up with the brilliant name Mr. Darcy, but we'll have to wait to see if that fits him well. We don't get to pick him up until Tuesday because he still needs some shots, though. Sniff.

Saturday, September 6, 2003

Finally. Stupid blogger wouldn't let me update last night, which is what always happens. I think of something to post, and my ethernet goes out or I have a paper to write or blogger shuts down or something. Bah.

Anyways, saw "Matchstick Men" this past week in class. I really, really enjoyed it. Nicolas Cage always does such an amazing job of just disappearing into his character, and this film is no exception. Sam Rockwell continues to do top-notch work, and Alison Lohman was fantastic. I have to say, I would probably have to see it again, but this might become my favorite Ridley Scott film after "Alien." I recommend that everyone go see it; it's funny, touching, and at times very suspenseful.

Anyone who wants an mp3 of Clay's first single, that's coming out Tuesday, let me know and I'll send it to you. I don't have bandwidth to host it, but I'd be glad to IM it your way. It's "Invisible," and it's fantastic. I've listened to it about fifty times since last night.

Thursday, September 4, 2003

The funniest thing I've ever seen.

Caroline and I just watched this in a continuous loop for about five minutes. Hysterical. It's almost as good as the Wesley and Angel dancing in the end credits bit that was apparently the genius ending of a first season episode.

God, how I love David Boreanaz. He brings me such joy.

Tuesday, September 2, 2003

[sings] Workin' at the Sound Department! [/sings]

Yeah, what a great job. I worked 10-1 today. Two and a half hours of reading, internet-ing, and homework-ing. Half an hour of actual work. Swank, y'all. It's swank. Of course, when people start editing sound for real, and not being able to use Pro Tools, and transfering their shit to mag film, and mixing, etc., then there will be more work. But for now? I's just hanging out, getting paid. That, my friends, is how you do it.

Monday, September 1, 2003

Went to the Clay!Concert last night. It was amazing. He owned the Pond at Anaheim; they were showing clips of the show on the big screen, and every time he came on, even if it was just for a split second, everyone cheered and screamed. I seriously love the cult of crazy fans; they made me feel as though I belonged. I can't wait till he does a solo tour, so I don't have to sit through non-Clay people. (Ruben, I'm looking at you.)

Started off my day by picking up the rental car, which was a Mustang. I felt like I ruled the world ahead of schedule, driving that car around. Then, Caroline and I went to Downtown Disney, where I got Eeyore slippers. They're the cutest. After that, a manicure. My fingernails are all buffed and shiny. Hee. And finally, Clay. Beautiful, wonderful Clay. I got a poster and an 8x10, as well as a great, fangirly, teenage-like t-shirt I plan to wear with much pride and only a little bit of embarrassment. All told, it was a swank day. Although I'm hella tired right now. Zoinks.

Saturday, August 30, 2003

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Wednesday, August 27, 2003

Directing class this morning. I was under the mistaken impression that it was mise-en-scène (setting up the scene, production design, etc.), and instead it's about working with actors. Which makes it even easier. I have a class where I just tell actors what to do. I think I'll make them dress up in lizard costumes and do vaguely pornographic things. Why? Because I can. Bwa ha ha.

Got Clay!Tickets. All the little pieces are coming together.

Tuesday, August 26, 2003

Okay, so I watched the preview of "Return of the King" today on the "TTT" disc, and it actually made me all teary-eyed. When Sean Astin started talking about what these films mean; about good versus evil, and how people have to suffer to do the right thing sometimes, I got all sniffly. This film is going to be amazing. I absolutely cannot wait. My sci-fi screenwriting professor is going to try and get Leonard Maltin to show us "RotK" early, before the 17th, in class. That would kick my ass.

So I just found out that Casper is teaching a Star Wars class this semester, and I just dropped History of Medieval Civilization faster than you can burn a heretic at the stake. That gets rid of my only early morning class, so I'm very excited about that, for one, but also? Star Wars. I'm getting to take a class all about Star Wars. It's very cool, y'all. I promised myself after Hitchcock that I would never take another Casper class, but dude. Star Wars. I'm all aquiver.

I'm trying to get good tickets to the Clay Concert in Anaheim this weekend, but it's tough. Hopefully they'll release more as the day approacheth, because right now all that's available is way up in the nosebleeds, and I need to be closer to His Clayness. There's also this problem with the rental car, which is trying to tell me that their office is completely closed this Sunday and on Labor Day. Please. Labor Day isn't even a real holiday. I really don't know how else we'd get to Anaheim without renting a car, so I'm doing some thinking. Le sigh.

Sunday, August 24, 2003

So, I'm pretty much moved in. I have a few odds and ends to unpack, and posters to put up, but after three days, the end is right there in sight. I took some time to reflect upon this experience, and have come to the conclusion that I own way too much crap. It should not have taken three whole days to set up shop. I have boxes of toys that I don't have room to put anywhere, so the toys just stay in the box. I don't have enough wall space for all my posters and collages. It's like a puzzle, trying to figure out how to fit all my books and movies onto my bookcase. I don't consider myself a packrat, so I'm trying to figure out how all of this junk found its way into my apartment.

Oh my God. It's 11:45, and as I'm typing that last paragraph, I just realized I forgot to watch Big Brother. God damn it. I am such an idiot.

Thursday, August 21, 2003

Changed some stuff in the side column. I need to do that more often. Anyways, check it out.
So, I'm back at school. And I knew, intellectually, how much I missed the ethernet and my computer, but now that I actually have it, I only now realize, metaphysically, how much I've missed them both. Sniff. It's just so wonderful.

I'm freakishly exhausted. Moving in is a lot of work. I had so much crap in storage, and had to go buy stuff, and unpack, and put up, and unload, et cetera ad infinitum. I can't believe I already start classes on Monday. I wish I had a few days after I got everything set up and done to kind of decompress and all.

Saw "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" for the first time last weekend. It was certainly creepy, but it wasn't as scary as I've heard. I wasn't all freaked out the rest of the night or anything. Which leads me to believe that I really am just bothered by evil little girls (see: "The Exorcist" and "The Ring"). But apparently not evil little boys, because Damien doesn't scare me at all.

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Monday, July 21, 2003

Can someone explain to me Justin Timberlake? I saw his new video today, and I just don't get it. Do people find him attractive? Do they think he has a good voice? Do they voluntarily listen to his music? I literally had a "omg wtf" look on my face the whole time he was on the television (I know because my sister Sarah asked me what was wrong).

I'm going to file for unemployment. Hee. I wasn't going to, because I felt bad, because it's not like I have a family to support or am homeless or anything. But then I found out the post office pays into unemployment, so I'll get money from them one way or another. And I won't even deliver mail for the bastards to do it.

I want to get a cell phone. My mom got a new cell phone, and today I helped her put people in her phone book, and figure stuff out, and it made me all envious and wanting. I just don't want to pay a lot of money for it. I wish you didn't have to get stupid plans; I just want to pay for the time I use, and that's it. And be able to play games. Like Snake. That's important.

Wednesday, July 16, 2003

Everyone, you must watch "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" on Bravo if you haven't already. It's brilliant. Several times I sighed and thought to myself, "Self, I wish we were a gay man, because then we'd be well-dressed, witty, and very cultured." Seriously though, it's like the perfect show.

I've been reading this book about JonBenét Ramsey, because I've been on a bit of a true crime kick, and dude. I can't believe her parents, one or the both of them, got away with it. I mean, yeah, it's not been proven or anything, but after reading about all the evidence, it would take a lot to convince me that they at least didn't have something to do with the cover-up, if not the murder itself. It makes me angry. Feh.

Monday, July 14, 2003

So, just to clarify: the part in "Pirates" that I was laughing at so hard was when the one pirate was talking to the other pirate about the glass eye. "It's splintered." "Stop rubbing it."

It was funny, y'know.

So, the anniversary party of the parental units is over, which means our house can revert to its natural state. Even though the house and yard looked really nice and even slightly fancy, there was something false about the whole thing. Now it's like, I can take my shoes off in the living room and leave them there! That's the way thing should be. Sure, I'll move them eventually...It's nice to not be the über-cleaner like we have been for almost two weeks.

To be serious for a minute: I'm getting to the point where I cannot be around my brother anymore. There's nothing you can say to him that he doesn't either throw a tantrum over or talk to you like you're his slave. I don't think it's healthy to get as worked up as I do just trying to talk to him. God.

Wednesday, July 9, 2003

Can someone explain to me why Ashton Kutcher is news? Every time I turn on an entertainment news show, there's Ashton, looking vapid. He's on a sitcom, he makes dumb teen movies, and he's the May in a publicity "romance." Is there really nothing else going on in the movie world that we need to watch six-year old clips of him looking like a mentally deficient paint chip eater talking about, if you want to be beautiful, you should, like, wash your hair and stuff.

Saturday, July 5, 2003

Happy post-4th, y'all (except Maya). (She's Canadian.) We had a pretty good time last night. A few houses down from us, one of our neighbors spent $1500 on night fireworks, so we just sat back and watched his. We actually had about four groups right near us with big fireworks displays, so it was pretty cool. Plus, there were some very drunk people right down the street who had some M-80s, which they were putting into various melons. "Watermelon." Boom! "Cantalope." Boom! It was good times.

There's a new commerical for League of Extraordinary Gentlemen that goes: "Sean Connery must assemble a team to blah blah save the world." It makes it sound like Connery is playing himself in this movie. Which sounds fabulous. I totally want to see a sci-fi action movie where some famous movie star has to save the world or whatever. That would be fun.

Thursday, July 3, 2003

Thanks to all who expressed sympathy over my loss of job. It's cool, though; I made some money, and now I get to hang out. I might look for a new job at a temp agency, I might not. But it's close to 100 today, so I don't mind not working. Really.

We bought fireworks in Missouri today. Yay for fireworks! Whoever decided that we should celebrate our independence by blowing stuff up was a wise, wise man. Of course, it will be another sweltering 4th tomorrow. It brings back memories of my childhood; sitting on the curb, dripping sweat, lighting firecrackers all day. Good times.

Maya linked to some message board where stupid people were ranking the races. Wha? I'm surprised the list wasn't something like 1. White men. 2. Asian men. 3. White women. 4. Jewish men. Etc.

Blogger's all different. The coding is different. It's stupid. Instead of putting a "b" in brackets for bold, you put "strong." Strong? It's the lamest coding I've ever seen. It's lamer than Haven coding.

Wednesday, July 2, 2003

So. I was working at the Post Office as a casual letter carrier; I did odd bits from different routes if someone was out sick, or on vacation, or whatever. The routes out where I was were all door-to-door, so I was walking all day. Then, in the afternoon, I would pick up mail from the blue collection boxes. I was driving one of those big, one-ton trucks. It was actually pretty cool. Well, I got bit by a dog about two weeks ago. It was nothing major, but it was considered an accident. Then, last week, we had a big rainstorm. It was just coming down in sheets. I backed my big truck up to the loading dock, got out, and had to climb up because the truck’s back door doesn’t open from the inside. I slipped on the wet concrete and came down on my leg. It was typical Shannon clumsiness, but it was still considered an accident. So, I had two accidents in my first thirty days, and they fired me. Bastards.

It’s okay, though; it’s, like, a thousand degrees today. Just sitting in the shade is taxing. I’m kind of glad I’m not walking for four hours in the heat and all.

The job was one of the main reasons for being incommunicado, but the other is that Laura won’t get off the internet. Anytime there’s an opportunity to get on, she’s on. As I have already said about twenty-seven times since I’ve been home: I miss my ethernet.

My parents are having a 25th wedding anniversary next weekend. The preparations have been intense. Staining decks, painting things, cleaning, yard work; I feel as though we need some well-known dignitary to show up as justification for all the work we’ve done. As it is, it’ll just be people I’ve known all my life. Hello? They know what our house looks like. Why do we have to make it all fancy? But I guess it’ll all work out in the end. Parties = good food. I can manage to be okay with that.

Friday, June 27, 2003

So...the month of June kind of sucked, everyone. More details to come, but suffice it to say that I would recommend that none of you work for the Post Office any time soon. Thankfully, my time there has ended, so I shall actually have time to do things. Like get online, for one thing.

Anyways, I'm still alive. I don't know if that was in question or not.

Tuesday, May 27, 2003

One might think that my lack of posting pointed to some large increase in my social life, or in responsibilities I have acquired since coming home from school. One would be wrong. No, I’ve just been hanging out, watching the television and the movies, reading the books, and piddling around in the yard. I have stained the pool deck! It is the color of cedar now, and very prettyful if I do say so myself. And I do.

Today my sister was at school, so I had to tape all the Clay media sightings. Boy’s doing a lot of media. My day was comprised of sitting around, waiting for his next appearance. Laura’s going to have a truly awesome Clay tape when all this is done. I’m glad that RCA has finally decided on doing a double-A single with both “Bridge over Troubled Water” and “This is the Night.” I like both songs, and I didn’t want “Night” to get shoved aside for “Water,” which apparently has gotten buzz. I keep hearing, “That song has gotten so much buzz,” yet I have not heard any of this buzz. Doesn’t there have to be some initial buzz for people to then talk about it?

I will be working at the postal office this summer. It will be interesting, as postal employees aren’t terribly respected in our society, which is probably why they go insane and kill people. And then society doesn’t respect them because they go insane and kill people. It’s a vicious cycle. But I’ll be making a lot of money (hopefully), so it’s cool.

Someday, I want to take a paycheck, cash it all in ones, and roll around in it, since I don’t think it’s really feasible to fill a room with gold doubloons like Scrooge McDuck and dive in.

Mayakins: I drawed you a birfday present. As soon as I get enough money to mail it to you, I shall. I think it’s quite loverly, but we’ll see.

Monday, May 19, 2003

So. I'm back in Kansas now. And it's magnificent. It's all green, and it smells good, and there are much, much less people. All is good. Nothing terribly exciting has happened lately: I've been staining our pool deck and getting some sun, reading, and just generally hanging out. Good times.

I was disappointed in Matrix: Reloaded. For me, the single most important thing in a film is the story. Everything else--the action scenes, the special effects, the characters, everything--should be secondary to the plot, and exist to support the plot. And I felt this movie had everything except the plot. It was exceptionally well made, and stuff really did get blowed up, but ultimately I don't see what the point was. It just felt like a huge amount of set-up for Revolutions, and I'll be very upset if that film doesn't pay up.

Not voting for Clay makes the Baby Jesus cry.

Tuesday, May 13, 2003

What Video Game Character Are You? I am Kung Fu Master.I am Kung Fu Master.

I like to be in control of myself. I dislike crowds, especially crowds containing people trying to kill me. Even though I always win, I prefer to avoid fights if possible. What Video Game Character Are You?

Sorry Shannon... had to do it.

Saturday, May 10, 2003

We screened the film tonight, along with the other two documentaries, in Norris Theater, the big theater on campus. We had a full house, and everything went very well. I was nervous watching it, just waiting for something to go wrong, but it went off without a hitch.

We mixed the film yesterday, which was a little nerve-wracking. The mix started at eight am, and ran until 3am this morning. So I'm a bit tired right now. It's kind of sad when you consider that our nineteen (19) hour mix was the shortest of the three docs. One poor group worked cumulatively for about 28 hours over two consecutive days, 23 hours all at once, and then after some sleep, the rest to finish up. We were making great progress until four pm, when the board had some issues routeing the mic outputs from Pro Tools out into the Spielberg Scoring Stage so we could re-record dialogue. We had to reboot the board twice, the computer once, and try to manually check the patches, bussing, and routeing. We had two hours of down time--time we didn't spend mixing because of technical issues, not time we spent kicking our heels up and singing songs.

After about fifteen hours of working, you start to think everything is funny. "Hulk likes the level. Hulk says move on." That's not funny, is it? But it had us absolutely rolling last night. At one point, Colin and I were reciting the entirety of dialogue from "Rejected" and were hysterical about it. Then, after the mania passed, at around one am everyone drifted into this really lethargic, time-delayed phase. I would say something, and our TA Wes (who's just a great guy, and who did three of these mixes in as many days) would sit there blank-faced for five seconds before responding. We were slapping our faces, running outside and around the building, jumping up and down. We had a brief bit of punchiness after that--we located on a specific time code when one of the characters was breathing, and her eyes were closed, and it looked like a zombie face, and we just lost it--but for the most part we were done for the night. We closed up shop at 3am, came home, and I crawled into bed.

But before I did, I checked my email, and found out that I have been offered a job by the head of the sound department, by recommendation of Wes, to work at the sound department window in the fall. It's not a work-study job, it pays better, and it's something I'm actually interested in. Plus, it gives me the opportunity to get more work on graduate films, which are far superior to undergrad films. Now that I've mixed a 546 doc, I'm qualified to mix the graduate thesis films. I don't know that I'll do that this fall--I need some time to decompress after this semester--but I enjoy post sound and if I can make a reputation for being good at it, I can definitely pay the bills doing that whilst I work on scripts.

About the Angel season finale: I thought it was excellent. The WB would be fools if they didn't renew this show. What I love about it is simple: they changed things up. They told a great story, and then really and truly explored the repercussions of that for the characters. I love that they're risking taking the show in such a new direction, and I have complete faith that it will work out. The inability for a show to evolve is what makes most shows stagnate after several seasons; XF started to decline for exactly that reason, as far as I'm concerned. The only thing that upsetted me was the fact that Lilah is probably not going to be around next season. They weren't clear, and they didn't give her a big send-off like before, but the fact that Wesley was unable to destroy her contract doesn't bode well. I love what Stephanie Romanov brings to the show, and I think they'd benefit from keeping her around. For goodness' sake, get rid of Fred and have Lilah fulfill the girl quotient. Not that I actively dislike Fred or anything, but she's just not that interesting a character to me.

Monday, May 5, 2003

I am tired of editing sound. Shut up, sound! I don't care anymore!

Sunday, May 4, 2003

My mom just called; we had an F4 tornado, which while going through our area was a quarter-mile across, go through our town. A subdivision about a half-mile from my house was destroyed. My dad said that they were all in the basement, and you could see the funnel go overhead (it hadn't touched down yet), and all you could hear was a roar. Luckily, our house didn't get damaged, and we didn't lose any trees or anything. But my dad and siblings took a walk and they said that the house of one of my high school friends is just gone. So, kind of a scary day today. I'm just glad that our house is all right.

Friday, May 2, 2003

First off, did a bit of redesign on the column to the left. Nothing major, just switched out some of the pictures and added a movie rec section, with a link to Amazon.com. So, check it out.

Class is over, but I still have sound editing to finish up, the mix, a screenplay final, and my Roman Civ final, so I'm going to be pretty busy the next week and a half. I have to get going, but I just want to take a moment to say that this week's Angel was amazing. They're really making some daring story choices, and they're working out. The show is just firing on all cylinders, and it's a joy to watch. Recent developments about recent resurrections have pleased me a great deal. So, very much looking forward to next week's finale.

Saturday, April 26, 2003

So we've been editing sound. It's not as fun as it sounds. (See what I did there?) Today was the day of removing Teeth Clicks and Lip Smacks. It's unbelieveable how much noise people make with their mouths even when they're not talking. One of our characters is an eighty-five year old woman, and it started becoming so surreal that we just ended up hysterical. She'd say five words, then her dentures would click, or she'd remoisten her lips, or she'd audibly swallow. I can't even describe how funny it is to listen to this all day until you've been stuck in one of these editing rooms, which are about five feet by five feet and without windows, for forty or so hours in the past week. This is why we come up with Zombie Mixes, y'all.

It's warm again in Los Angeles. Bah. I was rather enjoying the unseasonable coolness. I could wear long sleeves, and it was brisk walking home close to nightfall, and the apartment was a nice pleasant temperature with the air conditioning on. Now the back bedroom is back to being stifling and fresh-air-lacking (there's a word for that...), and yeah. I don't approve. Heed my warning, weather! I'll get you someday!

Homework bites. Stupid homework.

Thursday, April 24, 2003

I heart my Roman Civ professor. He brought his three year old son to lecture today. Tiny Professor's Kid sat in the front, and really paid attention to his father's lecture the first...oh, say forty-five minutes or so. But he started to get bored, and would turn around and look at all of us, and make faces, and stuff. Then, he raised his hand and started waving at his dad, and finally my professor had to stop mid-sentence from talking about representations of adultery in the ancient world to whisper at TPK, "Yes, I see you, hi! Shoosh!"

It was the cutest thing I've ever seen. Sigh. I wanted to give hugs. This is my professor's faculty page on the USC website, so you can see how adorable he and his son are together.

In other news, we did foley today. Whee! Foley's fun.

Which Donnie Darko character are you? by Shay

Wednesday, April 23, 2003

I was walking on campus today, and there were two trees right next to each other that had just bloomed the most beautiful purple flowers all over, and there was a sunset behind them, and it just took my breath away. I really wish I had my camera with me then. I thought, "wow, it's amazing that life evolved here to be so gorgeous," but then that made me really stop and think, and I remembered a conversation Maya and I had a few days ago: is there inherent meaning or beauty in anything? Or do we assign meaning and beauty, or lack thereof, ourselves? If I wasn't there to see those trees then, and no one else noticed them, would they still be beautiful? This isn't really a "if a tree falls and no one hears it, did it make a sound" kind of question; I'm now really wondering, in a distracting philosophical way, if there is any kind of inherent meaning to anything.

And as I walked through campus, hyper-aware of everything, I decided that there has to be. The tree will still be there, even if I don't appreciate it. Long after I'm gone, there will be things of beauty here, and they'll exist quite fine without me. And I stopped and sat down on a bench, just looking at everything; all those tiny, individual blades of grass making up a green lawn, and clouds floating in the sky, and people living their own lives completely independent of me, and it was just so incredibly humbling and beautiful that I just had to sit there for a moment. This world is absolutely amazing, and I think that we all get caught up in dissecting every bad thing that happens to us that we lose sight of that. And I'm just at peace right now. I have things to do, and I'm getting close to the point I'm really going to have to decide what exactly I'm going to do after I graduate, but I realize that no matter what happens, the world is going to keep on turning. Maybe that's a really facile, stupid epiphany to have, and intellectually I've known that for awhile, but I had never really felt it before now. And now I definitely have to take a picture of the trees.

Sunday, April 20, 2003

*Wants to be Alyson Hannigan.*

So, lots and lots of sound editing this weekend. Picture lock happened for real (not like pretend on Monday) late Tuesday afternoon; we got the OMF files transferred over to our drive, spent a day decompressing, and then jumped right in. Editing sound is a tedious business, and it sometimes seems unrewarding since if you do a good job, no one is supposed to notice. But I'm pleased with what we've done so far, and I think we've made it a better film. The most fun part was the WWII footage: the editors pulled some archival Pearl Harbor footage for a brief segment; it's no longer than fifteen seconds long. Problem was, it had no soundtrack. So, we searched through the sound library, pulled out explosions and such, and reconstructed the entire soundtrack. It was fun, and it sounds great. I'm very excited about it.

Dude, Brenda and her brother freak me out. They're both all weird, and they seem really incestuous to me, and I keep telling Nate to find some other, nicer girl, but he just doesn't listen to me. Silly boy.

Thursday, April 17, 2003

I am filled with happiness and love. My mom and dad mailed me an Easter basket. Mmm, mmm, mmm, jellybeans.

Tuesday, April 15, 2003

Because Maya thinks it will lead to world peace.

Saturday, April 12, 2003

I've been watching the first season of Six Feet Under. It's entertaining and well-made, but I have yet to really be pulled into it. If I never watched another episode at this point, that would be okay. So far the only character I like is David; I cannot stand Brenda. I start wincing when she enters a scene. Question to people who watch the show, because it's starting to distract me: do the Fishers see ghosts, or is this just some kind of artistic thing?

I want Trading Spaces to come decorate my apartment. I think I'm going to do something really cool next fall; hang fabric on the walls, make some kitschy art to hang. I wish we could paint. Stupid USC and their stupid rules.
Does anyone want to do my Roman Civ reading for me? That would help a lot, thanks.

Thursday, April 10, 2003

I will be struck down by a meteor!

How will you die? Take the Exotic Cause of Death Test

Gah! Gah! Ack! Noooooo!
Okay, something pretty cool happened today. Is everyone knowledgeable about Dolby 5.1? It's the speaker system in most theaters anymore, and if you have a good surround sound system in your home, that's how it is set up: left, right and center speakers, two surrounds, and a subwoofer for bass. Well, today Holman took us over to show us the demo of the up and coming 10.2, and it's amazing. Seriously. Left, right, center; a heightened left and right; four surrounds; a speaker in the center rear; two subwoofers. We listened to a thunderstorm, and orchestra, Handel's Messiah, and a shuttle take-off. It was like you were in the center of all of it. We all sat there for an hour in a completely pitch black room just mesmerized; this bugger is going to sell.

I think American Idol is rigged. Not only was there no way that Rickey actually received the lowest amount of votes after his best performance last night and not being in the bottom three last week (remember how they said the votes were cumulative?), but there's no way that Carmen wasn't in the bottom three at all. [Wallace Shawn] Inconceivable! [/Wallace Shawn] I'm so sick of Carmen and Josh, being distalented and snooty. Go away!

Wednesday, April 9, 2003

Well, at least I'm not despondent anymore. We had some good TV tonight, and I watched Fight Club today which always puts me in a good mood. School is just wearing me down; it seems like the semester has been going on for a very long time. I've only been back from spring break for two weeks but it already feels like months since I was home.

Dude, people who are from California amuse me so. If it drops down to, say, 55 degrees? "It's so cold!" It climbs up to 85? "It's so hot!" I really think all native Californians should have to live in a place with actual weather for a minimum of one year so they'll stop whining about it. I'd love to see how they'd react to twenty below windchill or a heat index so high you can get heatstroke sitting in the shade. Bunch of pansies.

Tuesday, April 8, 2003

I don't even have words. I'm just sitting here crying. I could talk about all the things we didn't do, but all that matters is we blew it, Roy's going to end up going to North Carolina, and we don't have a chance in hell for next year because if people thought our bench was thin this year, what's it going to be like next year without Hinrich or Collison?

God. I was so excited. I thought this was our year. I was getting ready to buy the championship poster. God.

Monday, April 7, 2003

Ack. So, so very nervous. I can't believe I'm not going to get to watch the game live. Here's the sitch: Joe Stephano, who wrote the original Psycho as well as many episodes of The Outer Limits is coming to my screenwriting class as a guest speaker tonight. If it were any other time, I would totally skip, but I really want to meet this guy and talk to him. Damn it. It's just not fair!


Sunday, April 6, 2003

That's what I'm talking about.

Saturday, April 5, 2003

In the words of my sister, ahaha Wade, you lose! We're in the National Championship, y'all; all is right with the world. One more game, boys. One more game. Do it for me.

Day One of No Roommate Weekend was quite glorious. We had the aforementioned KU victory, I cleaned the apartment so it's not all scuzzy, I watched a movie, and I did a little cooking that turned out pretty well. Now I'm just kind of hanging out, trying to decide what I want to do to cap the evening. Mayhap another movie; Fight Club or Gods and Monsters again?

Friday, April 4, 2003

Man, people on the boards are insane. I just got jumped by someone over something that happened over two years ago. Deal already, honey. Goodness.

I get the apartment all to myself this weekend. Both roommates are going home, so I'm going to watch a lot of movies, clean, hang out, and get to sleep in as long as I want to. Gooooooood times.

Tuesday, April 1, 2003

Okay, so I've been posting at some incarnation of the Haven boards since fall 2000. And people have come and gone, but I will never understand why some people feel the need to start a thread saying, "I'm leaving. Bye!" (Longer and with reasons, of course.) Is it to get attention? Do they want the ego-boost of people telling them the boards won't be the same without them? Do they want validation in their choice? I just seriously don't understand the need for it, and I find it a bit offensive. Chris figured out what I felt--there's an implied guilt from staying around when they obviously found a need to leave.

Anyways, I hate having to listen to people talk on the phone. Hate it. Hate. It. I want to lobotomize myself just so I can go to a happy place where there are no telephones.
Corey got kicked off of American Idol. Shack, the recapper at TWoP, said it so much better than I ever could:

"Hee hee hee hee hee! HEE! Hee hee! Hee hee hee hee hee! Heeeeeeee! Hee hee hee! Heh. Hee! Hee Hee Hee hee hee hee hee! Heeee!"

Numfar! Do the Dance of Joy!

Sunday, March 30, 2003

I cannot believe we beat Arizona. I now have watched almost the entire game (since I had to tape the bloody thing, stupid filming), and I'm still in disbelief. Final Four, baby. Two more games, boys! You can do it!

It's ninety (90) degrees hot outside in LA today. And almost that hot inside, since apparently the air conditioner keeps getting turned off. It's starting to get annoying. It's like this silent battle; every time I come home I have to flip it back onto high again. I went to the gym this morning, and I got more worn out just walking to campus in the heat than anything I did inside.

Angel was amazing this week. That final scene was absolutely brilliant. Cordy's legs in silhouette walking down the stairs while Lorne sang that haunting little melody? Man alive. It doesn't get much better than that. Oh wait, it does. Wesley had a shotgun. It's like they wrote that scene just for me.

Friday, March 28, 2003

Okay, I'm not a happy camper right now. Kansas plays Arizona tomorrow at 5pm-ish West Coast time, but we're filming tomorrow. Why are we filming tomorrow? I don't have the slightest clue. We've shot eleven hours worth of footage for a 24 minute film. We have four main characters that have interesting stories, yet our director decided we needed another character. There's no way we can fit someone else in without sacrificing the integrity of the other stories, so I don't know why they're making this decision. Unfortunately, as the sound crew, we don't really have much of a creative say. We just have to go and get good sound. So, I guess I'll have to tape the game, but it's just never the same like that. I would like to say that I could just watch it, but knowing it was already over while I was hitting rewind would mean I would have to see if we had won first or not, because I just do not want to watch forty minutes of basketball just for us to lose.

Sigh. Anyways. School. Bah.

Thursday, March 27, 2003

We won! Yay! I'm ever so happy right now. Now I can worry about Arizona for the next two days.
We're playing Duke right now. I'm so nervous.

Buffy was great this week. Of course, that's because it had lots of Spike in it. I love Spike, he is such a great character. When I first heard the spoilers, I was kind of skeeved. Turning his own mom? Oedipal stuff? But it turned out brilliantly, and it made so much sense for his character. Having his mother, whom he loved so much he wanted her to be with him through all eternity, tell him quite frankly how sick she was of him, how she couldn't wait to get away from him--it's clear now where his huge need to love and be loved in return came from. But what I loved most was the knowledge he gained from remembering and dealing with his painful memories: his mother did love him, he is worthy of love. Now, as for the non-Spike parts: Buffy, just kiss him already. Wood, just die already. Giles, stop being ambiguously evil-esque already.

I so don't want to go to school anymore. We signed up for sound editing slots yesterday. Each slot is three hours long. Now, for our first two "practice" weeks, we signed up for six slots a week, which is pretty much what I did when I was real editing last semester. The three real weeks we edit? Fifteen (15) slots a week. That's forty-five (45) hours a week. While still going to class. Now, they kept telling us, you may not need to use all fifteen (15) slots a week, but just go ahead and sign up for them in case. I want to go cry somewhere. I knew we would have to spend some time editing since the film is 24 minutes long, but I had no idea it would be this much time.

Come on, KU. Please make it to the Elite 8. Please. Do it for me.

Tuesday, March 25, 2003

I'm tired of going to school. Sometimes I come back from a break all energized and ready to get going again. This is not one of those times. Sigh.

It's quite sad the extent to which I look forward to television. I've been sitting around all day going, "Spike! Spike tonight! And Jack! And Clay! Eee!!!!" It really doesn't take much, sometimes, to make me happy.