Friday, May 28, 2004

Hokay, so. Everyone with the possible exception of Jesus gradutated this year. Me, Laura, our cousins Duncan and Elliot, children of my mother's friends...did Jesus graduate this year? Mayhap. Anyways, we ate nothing but party food for, like, a week and a half. Just this endless stream of brisket and hot dogs and casseroles and sheet cakes. The party of Laura, held here, went fairly well. We had, like, seven thousand of those bags of confetti (with little caps and little people in cap and gown and little "Congrats Grad!" things and stars and whatall) and I think we opened them all, so I'm still finding confetti around the house.

Laura found some confetti in her food.

Jack Sparrow is acclimating pretty well in the house. He's going upstairs, he stays in rooms with people, and he lets other people pet him. He is, however, freaked out by Mr. Phoenix and the Presence of the Outside. We had the back door open the other day, as it was cool and we turned off the air conditioning (as Gimli would say, bad idea, as it became Satan hot the next day), and he sat at the back door for hours. 'Twas cute.

I have yet to watch the season finale of 24. I taped it because I was watching ROTK and just kind of haven't gotten around to putting the tape in. Which is stupid, as I have played, like, seventeen hours of Civilization the last three days, but anyways. I am sad that there is no new TV until Big Brother and The Amazing Race, but I guess I'll manage. I mean, I do have Phil to look forward to, and that's some looking forward if you know what I mean. And I think you do.

Friday, May 21, 2004

Heh. Well, I've had a fairly relaxing week at home. I've already read three books and have logged about ten hour of Civ playing time, so it's been good. Laura's graduation party is tomorrow, so we've been cleaning and setting up. That's not been so good. But yeah, good flight, am home, the summer has commenced.

Oh, Angel. I thought the first half was a little exposition-y, but I liked seeing everyone on what they wanted to do on what could be their last day (loved Spike going to the poetry slam), loved that Connor came back (although I would have loved it more had they not put Kartheiser's name in the opening credits), cried when Wes died (thanks stupid tagboard troll, thanks a lot), and cried some more after the Joss Whedon tag came up, when I realized it was all over. Then I was filled with some anger after I saw the WB "thanks so much you guys!" thing, when they were the bastards that cancelled it for a show they ended up not putting on their fall schedule. But after I washed that out of my mouth, I was very pleased with the finale. I like that they left it open, with the gang still fighting the good fight. That's how it should be.

24 was also very good. I flung my hands up over my mouth when Jasmine turned her gun on Lady Mac, and then was like, man, good plot twist, not knowing that Sherry was going to get killed. Wow. I totally did not see that coming. Also loved Stephen giving in as they dragged Jane to the hotel doors: very tense and very well acted.

Eee two new shows to watch this fall. First of all, Lost was officially picked up, which is good. But also? CSI: New York. Yeah. It's got Gary Sinise. I totally less than three him, and will watch that show just for him. There's not many actors I would do that for. (Watch a movie? Yeah, that's just two hours. But a TV show? It takes someone like Sinise for me to make that kind of commitment.)

So now we're going to Mr. Bulky's to get purple and white M&Ms and dinner mints for the party, then home to clean some more. You'd think we'd have run out of things to clean by now. Not so much.

Friday, May 14, 2004

omg so tyred fcuk u comencement & stroage.

Oh, Gary Rydstrom gave the bestest commencement speech ever. "The future is bright! It's about fourteen foot candles."

Aha.

Wednesday, May 12, 2004

Made a whole bunch of Josh Groban icons for Laura. Whew. Stupid Photoshop crashed twice, so it took longer than I expected. Anyhoo.

Got a haircut today, as I was looking wooly and most unattractive. Now it's all sleek and shiny. Am pleased, muchly.

I hate packing. Bah! I'm ready to just get my clothes and movies and torch the place.

current mood: okay
listening to: Clint Mansell, "Hope Overture"

Tuesday, May 11, 2004

Finals are done with. Picked up my yearbook, then went over to Housing to cancel my contract for the fall. Technically, if one doesn't cancel by March 26th, you get charged the $400 confirmation fee regardless of whether you live in housing or not (it's credited back to you at the end of the year). So, I was all, I am not paying $400 when it was USC that didn't inform me in time to cancel. I ended up talking to three different people before I talked to someone in charge enough to grant me an exception and rescind the $400 fee. I SO PWN USC HOUSING AHA.

Said goodbye to everyone at the sound department. This is very sad. I had a wonderful time working there this past year, and I can't believe that it's over. I was really, really looking forward to TAing this fall, and I think this is what I'm disappointed about, moreso than the graduate school. Sigh.

Came home and called American Airlines about shipping Jack home. They don't do any direct flights from LAX to KCI, so we'd have to make a second trip back up to the airport Sunday night to pick him up. My mom sounded less than enthused about this. I guess I'll see if anyone here in Los Angeles wants to watch him indefinitely, but I doubt anyone will.

Now it's time to really start packing in earnest. These are the times I am truly boggled by how much stuff I have managed to accumulate. I think I'm going to try and throw some stuff out, stuff that I don't use or need. But still, I mean, did I really need to bring my collection of stuffed animals out here? Why do have an entire box filled only with toys? I just don't understand.

Caroline, Im'ma take your phone though, okay? Unless you wanted it mailed to you.

Alyssa, I need you to send me your address again. Jenny had a CD of Photoshop 7.0, I burned a copy for myself for this summer, so if you want a copy of Photoshop I can mail it to you. But I need your address. Ergo, my request for your address.

Casey, I still have your tapes. I wasn't able to dub them, as either the TV/VCR wasn't set up to do so, or I couldn't grok how to do it. Either way, yis.

current mood: working
listening to: Muse, "Butterflies and Hurricanes"

Sunday, May 9, 2004

Whoa. They changed the Blogger posting template. I don't even remember what I came here to post.

Oh, yes. Stupid medieval civilization final. *shakes fist*

current mood: stressed
listening to: Radiohead, "Life in a Glass House"
Oh, the crazy at Haven, it burns us. Every now and then some random person will try to jump in with the Troika+2, and they think they're just as funny as us, but of course they have no idea what we're talking about. This funfest started when said random person (RP) started a new thread asking Maya why she was upset. Maya was not upset. We were all like, what? Then she proceeded to say that we all seemed irritated, then expressed great shock at the fact that I was not a boy, then decided I was gay, and then disparaged Dom. It was totally, totally bizarre. Maya, Alyssa and I were on MSN just boggling. Like...first of all, if you think some stranger on a message board is upset and you want to counsel them or whatever, don't post a public thread. Private message them or something. Second of all, don't jump in all chummy. We don't know you, and it's weird.

Bah. I have no idea.

current mood: bitchy
listening to: Rufus Wainwright, "Chocolate Milk and Cigarettes"

Saturday, May 8, 2004

People have to sign up and do this with me. Let me know as soon as possible if you want to start nations in the same region, because I want to sign up soon. Hokay? Hokay.

Friday, May 7, 2004

I just posted fifteen separate icons from the "Ciao." scene in last night's Angel, which was one of the greatest things I've ever seen in the whole world, and that includes things like sunrises and babies. Oh, the love I have for that flashback, I don't think I can express in words.

current mood: productive
listening to: British Sea Power, "Fear of Drowning"

Thursday, May 6, 2004

Friends has ended, and I didn't think I would be as upset about it as I am. I didn't start watching the show until the end of the fourth season; we caught the last few episodes, and then Laura, my dad and I watched everything else that summer in syndication. I've missed quite a bit of the episodes this season, and a few from last season, and I do think that the quality had declined a bit, but it was still a great show. And I'm definitely going to miss it; it's amazing how many jokes and lines of dialogue and words I've incorporated into my own lexicon. I mean, I don't even realize I'm doing a Friends quote when I tell someone that it's a moo point, could they be any louder? that what they just said isn't even a word! that after they've said something strange, I tell them that they're so pretty. And so on. Maya said earlier tonight that it was sad seeing the apartment empty, because it felt so familiar, and it's true. Friends was one of those things that was always there. You can turn on the TV at almost any time of the day and catch an episode, and I suppose that you will be able to for a long time yet, but there will be nothing new. Which is sad.

I'd like to commemorate with my top five favorite Friends moments, which are all fresh in my mind thanks to the special beforehand.

5) The Routine.

4) "What's not to like? Custard? Good. Jam? Good. Meat? Gooooood."

3) The leather pants. "The lotion and powder have combined to make some kind of paste!"

2) Ross's bleached teeth. I honestly don't know that I've ever laughed harder in my life than when she turned the black light on.

1) "The One With the Embryos." There's too much to cut it down to one moment. Definitely my favorite episode of the series. "Actually, it's Miss Chanandelor Bong." "I majored in lightning rounds, all right? We're gonna destroy you." "Standard shotgun rules: I'm in sight of the room and I call it." "What was Monica's nickname when she was a field-hockey goalie?" "Big fat goalie!"

Sniff.

current mood: satisfied
listening to: "Requiem"
Mixing for Undergraduates versus Mixing for Graduates: A Comprehensive Analysis by Shannon

1. Undergrads respect your authoritah as a mixer, and ask your opinion on scenes, and understand that perhaps you have a better idea of how to design sound so to make the scene work. Graduates tell you what to do.

2. Undergrads sit quietly and watch while you work, making comments when they have something specific they want changed, usually in a brief, informed manner. Graduates yammer incessantly and want everything changed.

3. If undergrads don't understand a particular concept but know they want something specific, they will talk to you until you are both on the same page. Graduates use the word "reverb" when they mean "equalization" and say things like, "But I want this scene to be different."

4. Undergrads make good cue sheets, where the regions are clearly labeled, and where like sounds are on the same track. Graduates don't show up with time sheets, don't relabel their regions so everything is "BG_Day_1133_02" and put music, effects, foley and ambience on the same track.

5. Undergrads bring pizza and beer. Grads bring fruit and bagels.

Needless to say, I mixed two graduate films today. I was supposed to mix from 1:30 to 5:30, two hours per film. I left at 8:00pm, spending over three hours per film. We spent an hour trying to layback a five and a half minute film to mini-DV because the director insisted one effect was two frames early. Two frames. That's imperceptible. For a hard effect, maybe. Something like a door slam that is clearly in frame, maybe. But generally, anything less than three to four frames simply can't be distiguished. And we spent an hour on it.

current mood: irritated
listening to: Oasis, "Wonderwall"

Tuesday, May 4, 2004

Happy birthday, Maya! You're legal now, pumpkin. (At least here.) (I have no idea if you were already legal in Canadia.) May you have a wonderful 21st year of existence on this fine planet of ours. Hugs and puppies and daisies, m'dear.

I give you a picture of Dom. He too is happy for your birthday. Lookit.



current mood: Surprise!
listening to: The Beatles, "Here Comes the Sun"
It is so hot. Last night, I kept flipping my pillows over to get to the cool side, but after you do that a few times, there is no more cool side. Also, I had my fan on teh high, blowing right on me, but it just wasn't enough. Our poor air conditioner just can't handle actual heat; it's fine when it's about 65 degrees outside, but completely ineffectual when we need the air to be conditioned.

I have more work today. I've been working almost every day the past two weeks; I don't know why, but it's money, eh? It's mix week, though (I mix tomorrow and Friday), which means students bring us food. It's kind of ritualistic in a way, like they're worshippers or our subjects, bringing us, the sound gods on high, tokens of their fealty. At least that's how I like to look at it; anytime you can envision yourself as a god in your own daily life is a good time.

current mood: thirsty
listening to: Radiohead, "Airbag"
I'm posting my new icons here instead of fooz because the transparencies don't really work on a black background; it just looks like big black lines throughout. The last icon is, of course, made from one of Maya's original pictures.











Finals? Studying? Wha?

current mood: tired
listening to: Doves, "Sea Song"

Monday, May 3, 2004



Our heds are pastede on yay!

current mood: giggly
listening to: Violent Femmes, "Blister in the Sun"

Saturday, May 1, 2004

I worked for two hours tonight on the new Illyria icon. I don't even know why. It was fun, though; I really like the way it turned out.

I realize I have spammed my own blog, like, seventeen times today. I apologize.

Maya! Click for the cuteness.

current mood: creative