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Thursday, August 07, 2008

Going Home

I'm ready to move out permanently...

Having a shitty job this summer really made me think about what my plans are for the next few years. Tuition is rising, the economy is worsening, well...there's always some sort of problem no matter what. I'm sick of worrying and listening to everyone complain...I'm sick of hearing myself complain.

What I learned:

Work sucks. Fundamentally.
But money doesn't.
So work is ok.

Are your coworkers your friends?

No.

If you cut off your finger,
whose responsibility is it?
Who is driving you to the doctor?

You.

If someone's ignoring you, such as say...
a corporate entity or your university,
then call them every day until they do
what you asked them to in the first place.

If the bank charges you a fee for no reason,
raise hell.

Don't lend money to people who are unreliable.

Saying that you're going to do something
a million times
doesn't mean that you'll do it.

Call people back
even if you fucking hate them.

Helvetica is the new cliche.

Japanese people don't like
when you speak Japanese to them.

Your answer at work will never be good enough,
so start with "according to federal law..."
and they'll never question you again.


[Fin.]








Tuesday, July 29, 2008

A Conversation...

"I used to really be into Inuyasha back in highschool."

"Me too, but the story just seemed to drag on and on after a while, you know? That's Rumiko Takahashi for you...she never ends her comics. When she does, it's always too open-ended. Inuyasha will probably never end."

"Well, the story definitely started going downhill after Takahashi died..."

"What?"

"Yeah, she died not too long ago."

"...What?"

"You didn't hear?"

"WHAT? Dude, she's NOT dead. She's old, but I'm sure there would be news everywhere on the internet if she died..."

"No, man. It happened like in February this year. She's dead."

"No she's not. I read an interview by her in April."

"No! She's dead! Why won't you just accept it?"

"...I think my break is over."




I'm sure that Takahashi wishes she was dead now that there is pressure from her publisher to making a legitimate Inuyasha ending. But what do I care? I just hate when people say dumb things.




I'm hanging out with Taylor today. It's sort of strange because I haven't been able to talk to or see her this entire summer, except when she came briefly to the house to pick up some mail. Maybe we'll go shopping or something. I just want to sit down and hear about what she's been up to.

I'm dying to go back to school...I got all the classes I wanted and I really think this graphic design history class will help me improve in the program...


And Rumiko Takahashi isn't dead.







Saturday, July 26, 2008

Maturity.

How am I less mature than someone that went to jail.

How am I immature for wanting to check with a doctor when I cut my thumb nail off?

How does a lack of experience in driving make me immature.


This charade won't go on forever.





Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Batman is pre-helvetica and therefore more classic.

I took a Nyquil about an hour ago and still feel nothing. Since then, I made two purchases on iTunes. I bought an episode of the original animated Batman series and the documentary, Helvetica.

...The Batman cartoon is so genius in the first two seasons. All the typefaces and key sequences are truly top-quality. The opening cards, I remember, had a long chapter dedicated to them in the Batman artbook that I used to have...

It encourages me that I can at least pick out good graphic design...even if it's in a cartoon...

...Man...You guys have no idea how much I'm gambling over my major. I'm really pushing for a major in graphic design and my future plans are hazy and expensive.

Even my insanely talented, oh-my-god-he-came-out-of-the-womb-with-the-Adobe-suite friend was told that he "barely made the cut" in the portfolio review. I'm going for round two in the Spring semester, but what if I don't make it a second time? All of the classes I'm taking this semester, save for astronomy and japanese language, are solely for meeting the criteria for the graphic design major. If I don't make the cut yet again, I'll start my next year as a Senior with no major and four years' worth of art credits and japanese language.

...But you know...I'm not leaving without an MFA at this point. If I'm going to waste some more time and money, I'm at least going to stick the damn program through even if it kills me.

I sent an e-mail to an old friend not too long ago...
She and I both wanted to be artists at some point. She wrote back about her animation classes and working with claymation and about Disney. The she asked,

"What kind of animation are you doing in college?"

...

What am I doing?!!! Why am I studying in this shitty program while I could be barely making it financially in CalARTS but happily striving for my dream job?!






Monday, July 21, 2008

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blah blahDARKKNIGHTblah blah blah

I loved the disappearing pencil trick in that movie.

Dear Facebook person:

I feel like I should remember who you are, but I don't. Somehow, we knew each other from an art class and you're interested in studying Japanese and know quite a few people that I do, but I don't remember you. It is driving me batshit-crazy that I can't remember you.
You see...I recognize your artwork and you seem vaguely familiar, but another part of me feels like I never talked to you or something in that class. I don't think we were ever friends. You see, you're in architecture and I don't talk to anyone from architecture because they're busy 24/7.  So there would have been no way for me to ever talk to you in the first place.

But I do remember talking to someone with a similar name very briefly during the end of the semester at a gallery. Do you go to galleries? Did I meet you at those videogame nights that Feathers hosts? Do you even go to UT? Who ARE you?

 WHO ARE YOU?!!!

WHOOOOOOO??!?!?!




Dark Knight

Daaaark Kniiiiight

Go see it.





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