A A R D M A N * A N I M A T I O N

Today I finally found something for which I've been searching for who knows how many years. Aardman Animation is the same company that is famous for having created the Wallace and Gromit series, as well as Chicken Run, and many notable claymation shorts. I've always respected the company because of their vision, their ability to tell an engaging story, and the interesting technical and artistic aspects of their productions. I've always been a huge fan of traditional animation, and if there was a way for me to study it somewhere I would no matter what I'd have to do. But there is so little information out there about how to get into the stop-motion animation business.
It's the same way with voice acting. I've always been interested in trying it, but never was able to discover how one goes about it.
But I digress. I found a short animation by Aardman Animation that I remember seeing and loving as a small child in 1996. It came along with a collection of other shorts that I also liked. Part of the reason that I couldn't find this little short was because I could not for the life of me remember the title. It was just something hidden in the back of my mind that my brain was yearning to re-discover. And it did. The short is called Wat's Pig I apologize for the poor quality. :c

Go on and check it out!

Also there is Not Without My Handbag. Made by the same company surprisingly, and also the closest thing to Tim Burton's style that I've seen aside from his own work. It scared the beans out of me as a little person. o_o;;

Happy Gobble Gobble Nom Nom Nom Day!

I know...it's been a very long time since I have touched this blog. Almost a year to be exact. No one was following it however, so I am not too grievous.

Happy Gobblegobble nom nom nom Day! LATE!

Thanksgiving convinced me of many things this year. These are the things out of many others for which I am thankful.

I am thankful that I managed to avoid getting sloshed or high unlike most everyone else during the Thanksgiving feast. I drank too much soda, but that was generally all. For the main part, I managed to see life through eyes unclouded, which is how I always want to perceive the things around me even if I am not always so good at it.

I am thankful for the friends I have who have done nothing but inspire me and support me and make me laugh, and forgive me even when I do things wrong. It's good to be surrounded by people who enjoy being a part of your life.

I am thankful for the people who criticize me and hurt my feelings. Sometimes, it's very good to get a good kick in the pants, or otherwise have a reason to stand up for yourself even if it's in your own head. There is no better way to reinforce your own worth and soldier on with the knowledge that you are not worthless.

I am thankful for the time given to me. I could be a lot more busy and stressed than I am, but by some kind-hearted force of Nature, I've been given a chance to work hard and do my best.

This year I am thankful for the following inventions: the paper shredder, the whisk, the external hard drive, the motion-sensor lightbulb, the tampon, and the fax machine.

I am thankful to my friend Lao for working tirelessly trying to save my computer which is in a sad state of affairs at the moment. I have to do everything from a seperate desktop computer, and therefore don't have access to many of my programs and files. Fun how this tends to occur during finals every time.

I wonder what everyone else is thankful for...I hope you all ate way way too much.

C R U S H E D

My driver's test was scheduled for today. Friday, April 3rd, 2009. I drove up to the DMV this afternoon at around 1:00 PM feeling excited and nervous for a moment that I have waited eight long years to come to fruition. It made me feel like some saucy villain that was finally able to watch the evil master plan fall into place. Finally, I was going to gain independence and perhaps be eternally free from the bus system. At last, the hated thought of being stuck far from home late at night and having to be shuttled around by somebody's parents in the wee hours of the morning were going to end. Finally, my ever-growing collection of renewed driver's permits could be tucked away and forgotten forever, and my chances of employment were going to increase tenfold.

But no. No it's just not possible even after five different driving test appointments and eight years of waiting to just drive around and obtain a little card.

By the time I got to the DMV, my father checked the glove compartment and found no registration. Well isn't that just excellent. Not only was I unable to take my test, but I was driving both ways ILLEGALLY anyways.

My stepmom had taken the registration out of the car in order to do tax returns. It's not her fault. Really it's mine because I should've checked, no matter how much one thinks one can assume that the registration never leaves the car under any circumstances.

Still...I am angry. Which is rare because I have about one of the longest fuses known to man. But REALLY. EIGHT YEARS. My test has been rescheduled for next week. Until then...I will be a grumpy person.

J A F A R J O V I A N

S P R I N G B R E A K

And I am finally free! Let the rejoicing begin!
So far I haven't done much. I've fixed my computer and eaten too much ice cream.

Z Z Z Z Z . . .

I'm sick of midterms...and things going wrong with midterms. Therefore Pikachu and I have decided to fluke the whole thing for an hour or two and have a PikaSnooze.

N I C K C A G E

Watchmen was completely fantastic. Once I'd read the book, I honestly didn't have high hopes for the film. How could something so amazing possibly be adapted to film? But after seeing it, I was not disappointed. Mind, there were a couple of areas where I was a bit unsettled, confused, sad, hungry. But aside from those moments I was thrilled. It makes a great movie even aside from the graphic novel, which is difficult to accomplish. Good job guys.

Now to more important matters.
Nicholas Cage of course.




I made this for the cracked.com Nicholas Cage meme. You should check it out.

W A T C H M E N

I finally finished the graphic novel tonight, just a day before the film comes out in theaters. I have to say that the book filled me with longing and brilliance and deep sadness. It's honestly the best graphic novel I have ever read, and I am beginning to wonder how it is even possible to adapt such a fantastic piece of art to film in the first place. There are rumors that the ending of the movie deviates heavily from the ending of the novel, so we shall just have to see about that. Whatever happens, Alan Moore has adopted a special little place in my heart. What a brilliant human being.

Here's to Rorschach. The only stinky asshole who refused to hide the truth from the public of New York.

In other news, I seem to be suffering from mounting levels of self-loathing. But I got a fortune in a fortune cookie that said, "Be assertive, you have worthy ideas to share." Or uhm...something to that effect. It was very inspiring, and made me sniffle a little bit into my Panda Express orange chicken. Which, if you have not done that is both a painful and thrilling experience. They must use some sort of spice that aims directly for your sinuses, and then flies way up into your brain.

BREAD DOM

HAHAHAHA.


Is Dominic Howard as bread. Hooooo haaaaa.

I've Got a Jar of Diiirt!

Well...I have! Give it a shake and see for yourself.

Well let's see, this seems to be my first post, which is always incredibly awkward for me from the start. What on earth is there to write about? The whole world is full of so many things to write about, and yet there simply isn't enough. When it comes to writing about your own life one starts thinking, "But I already KNOW all of that, and I would very much like to write something new and fresh!" But of course that is not at all what a blog is about.

And then there is the whole problem of dumping all of your thoughts onto a site in the first place. You spend all this time decorating it and marveling at its genius, and then you realize that you have no idea what to write about, and anything you do write will be a mess. Its a similar problem to having beautiful blank journals. They are so pretty that the idea of messing up the paper with your words seems just wretched.

Hopefully I will get over that though. In fact I am certain I will, for I have just completed my first post!