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!