The Book of Boter
i'd like to think i talk to the internet, but really i talk to my future self
The Book of Boteri'd like to think i talk to the internet, but really i talk to my future self |
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| Jul. 12th, 2009 @ 09:33 pm Zings and Ikariam | |||
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| "This is so hard without the strap," says Jen, trying to play a Rock Band guitar without the guitar strap." "That's what the lesbian said," says I quietly, as a clever spin on an old meme. Andy Stupp approved. Bunch of people hanging out today as a BBQ sendoff for a classmate who was leaving. Lots of fun, good times. Also, I have just gotten hooked on Ikariam. This may or may not be a good thing. Anyone wishing to play as well, be advised that I'm on world Theta, player Boter, city Boteria on the island at coordinates 24:24. Dad's gonna be joining up, so should be fun. |
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| Jul. 10th, 2009 @ 11:32 pm The Girl At the Video Game Store | |||
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It'd be cool if Steph were able to run Game Nutz with me once I move, but I know it's not going to happen. First off, retail's not her thing and she'd gladly get out of it if she can. If she stays in it, though, she'll likely stay at Target. Her current store wants to fast-track her up to a manager position, and I'm sure that if she starts working at a Saratoga Springs-area Target they'll want to do the same, either waiting for her to prove herself or taking her home store's recommendation. Even if she doesn't, she still makes more than I do. And let's face it, Target is a more stable company than Game Nutz, and it's not wise to put all your eggs in one basket. (Also, re: the video, kudos to GameStop for letting G4 shoot in there. Or kudos to G4 for shelling out enough money? Iunno.) |
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| Jul. 9th, 2009 @ 10:37 am 7 Classic Star Wars Characters Who Totally Dropped the Ball | |||
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| Posted by Detlef on my Facebook wall: 7 Classic Star Wars Characters Who Totally Dropped the Ball |
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| Jul. 8th, 2009 @ 10:32 pm (no subject) | |||
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| Oh, forgot to mention last night. It was getting hard to stay alert on the way back up, but I managed not to hit any baby deer on the Albany to Utica stretch. Miles driven: odemoeter said "160" this morning. I figure it rolled over and won't do the fourth digit, so 1,160. Add to that that I reset it 45 miles later (according to the Scangauge), and we're at 1,205. That's mechanically, on the car. Actual distance traveled, because of the larger wheel size, was 1,224. So, yesterday I wasn't sure if it was a canker sore or a torn tissue from all of the yelling, but today it's definitely a canker sore under my tongue. It was interesting trying to talk, trying to eat the leftover Chinese from yesterday, trying to do anything really. I'm off tomorrow and am going to try to have as much silence as possible. Now, for the fun stuff - I stopped by Grandma's place tonight to get the lowdown on the "Andrew's in jail" scam. Apparently, Monday morning Grandma had gotten the call. Already there was a flag - I had called Mom Sunday night for going to the theater, as Mom was actually at Grandma's place - so Grandma knew that I was States-side, at least on Sunday night. Here's the thing - the person on the phone was trying to be me. They sounded vaguely similar, but Grandma caught numerous little things, inflections, that she pinpointed as Canadian, not American. (I'm accused of having slight Canadian inflections in my voice, but not to the extent where the first syllable is "Ahh".) "I'm in jail in Toronto, I had a few drinks - I'm not drunk! - had a few drinks with my buddies/pals (Grandma forgets which one "I" said) and I hit another car, they want the money for bail wired over..." "Don't you have insurance?" "Yeah, but they want the money now. I'm in jail, I'm hungry, they took my shoelaces..." Apparently the average Canadian's perception of American prisons is so low that I had to have appeared to be tortured for it to be plausible. "They want you to wire over $3,600." Grandma knew it was a scam, knew it was ever since the idea of me being drunk was brought to the table. I don't drink, and she knows that. I think they knew that she was onto them, because when she started asking for more verification, they gave her the runaround to "an attorney" and then a "sergeant" who said that she was tying up the line, then eventually hung up on her. The first time that she asked for a number, the "attorney" gave her one with a 514 area code. 514 is Montreal, Quebec. Wrong province Anyhow, another slip was that the "attorney" was supposedly named "Mark" (Marc?), but he slipped up and referred to "me" as "Mark/Marc" once. Anyhow. After being hung up on, Grandma made some calls to the New York State Troopers and a couple jails in the area to see what the procedure would actually be. It certainly wasn't to get a MoneyGram from Wal-Mart and send that over, like they wanted. The Wampsville jail would have wanted her to come by in person with the money. Grandma called the Toronto prison to double check if I was in the system, then Ottawa (the phone book gave 514 as an Ottawa area code). Neither had me in their or in any prison across the province, obviously. Last week, Grandma attended a seminar where the Attorney General of Utica warned seniors about such scams. Usually they're for credit cards or sweepstakes or something... and many, many of them are from Canada. She's going to call him tomorrow to tell him about this one - apparently, pretending to be a relative in jail is a new one. You know, I don't know if they have it, but Western Union and Money Gram, and others, should have some sort of system wherein, if you know you're being scammed, you play along and send an authentic-looking money order. But, the transaction is labeled when it's purchased - say, if Grandma pays $1 for a scam-proof money order, they put $3,600 (American or Canadian? Another thing that should have been specified) on it, but when the scammers try to cash it, they are instead greeted with cops. |
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| Jul. 7th, 2009 @ 11:46 pm Great Weekend, Drive From Hell | |||
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| Blargh. Long weekend. Lots of fun. keeping the post short because I'm tired and sore. Steph got to Game Nutz around 7 on Friday. We left at 8 for Justin's. Saturday was Zaphyn's* birthday party. Those with a calendar will realize that this means we were out of the country on the 4th of July. But, the party was great. Zaphyn's starting to walk around, starting to try to talk - so cute! We played some laser tag at the ski hill that the party was at, then went back to Justin's for a bit. Steph and I left when Laz and Zack did and got back to Utica about 1:00, and promptly went to bed. We were woken up about 3:30 by Jen and her friends Eric, Shaun, and John. (We originally weren't planning to come back until Sunday and quick pass through on to LI the same day, but we found that we could have all of Sunday in Utica and take it easy, which was nice.) They were animated; as I emerged, I found out that they had hit - "instagibbed" was the term that Eric had used - a very young deer and had just finished cleaning the blood off the car (the next morning, we realized they missed a spot). Sunday, Steph and I took it easy. We shopped around for the laser tag set, but apparently they could only be found around Justin. We went to Oneida to watch Transformers 2** ("Again?" Shut up, she hadn't seen it yet) and then to Friendly's with my parents. Then back to the apartment to get an early sleep then an early start to what would end up being the DRIVE FROM HELL. Seriously. Monday sucked. Started at 8:00. I forgot my phone, which put us all in this predicament. The first leg was to Glen Falls (Glens Falls?) where Steph and her sister are going to be getting an apartment (wee I'll be able to see her more regularly). It was really easy to get to, which was cool, because I don't have an EZPass on my car... Steph does. She went on ahead, I had to wait but eventually got going. I didn't have the directions; but we'd looked them up that morning together and I remembered them well enough, as they were more or less a straight line. After overshooting it once, I turned around, got there... no Steph. Freaking out, rather mad at Steph for not waiting for my on the shoulder or something, I went in and explained it to the people there. They were awesome, and went into the application to get Steph's cell phone number for me. I called it, and Steph took a wrong turn... on what is, remember, basically a straight line. Once she got there and signed what she needed to, we chalked it up to a blonde day and headed back out. Time... roughly 11:00. The real headache began where the Thruway more or less ends - pay a toll and keep going. Steph went through, and because of construction there was no readily available shoulder. She went ahead to a service area to wait for me, but after five minutes or so, thought that she had missed me and she continued on. She hadn't, though - I was stuck in line for five minutes because people couldn't read the damn card to see how much money to have ready beforehand. This is about 2:00. So I get to spend some quality time with the slightly outdated AAA map of New York that Dad let me keep in my car and my memory from when I drove down last year - the only other time I'd visited. After much cursing, a lot of hysterical yelling, only one wrong turn prior to exiting off of the Long Island Expressway, and nearly breaking down crying (I did cry, I think, but held back tears as they make it hard to drive), I found a deli to get a phone book. No phone book, but a bathroom. Wee.*** Then I found a place with a phone book. It was almost 5:45****. I get through. I hear in the background, "Wouldn't it be funny if it was Andrew?" Yeah, it was me. "Where are you?" her dad asks. "Near Joe's Pizza," I reply. Based on memory alone, I ended up less than two minutes from their house. However, because I exited later (68 rather than 65), I was looking for a left turn when I should have been looking for a right turn. Had I called five minutes later, they would have given me up for going back to Utica (after that toll bullshit, no way) and gone to eat. I don't like to think about that. I could have been stranded there. Hell. Of. Sucky. I thought about yelling at Steph for leaving me behind, but for a couple things. First, I knew that obviously she didn't do it on purpose. Besides that, I'd already done all of my yelling, in fact damaged my throat with it. I knew that Steph had already beaten herself up over it, so there'd be no sense in me keeping on with it. And really... it's completely unfair how I'm entirely unable to stay mad at her. I just saw her pull into that little plaza and all of the anger just melted from my heart, replaced by relief. But, I made it, and we went to Pizza Hut, and we went back to the house. Allie opened her birthday gifts and freaked out over getting a Snuggie. Seriously. Crazy girl. We finally watched Taken last night. We didn't catch it in theaters, though we wanted to, and by the time it was out on DVD Steph had already gone home. So I kept it and waited on watching it until I could watch it with her. Great, great film. Today, I asked Steph when a good time would be for me to leave so that I'd miss traffic. "Before 2 or after 6," she said. "After that drive yesterday, I want to spend as much time here as possible." So again, we took it easy. Played Pokemon, played Fire Emblem, watched a George Lopez special and some Taken featurettes. Steph ended up getting a call from my Dad... get this. Apparently, someone had called my grandmother and said that I was in jail in Toronto and they wanted her to wire over the bail money. Now, obviously since I had come back from Canada and seen my parents on Sunday, they knew that this was bogus, and Grandma's not exactly gullible either. What perplexes me is how they got my name, got Grandma's name and number, and called on a weekend that I was actually visiting Canada (though I think they called Monday, not positive). Either someone's been planning this for a long time or at least one piece of the puzzle is a coincidence. Probably the Toronto bit - if someone got into the South Rome Senior Center, for instance, they might hear her talk about me, and get her phone number. If she ever mentioned that I go to Canada, that's fine, but she didn't know I was going to be gone this weekend. Either it's a random weekend for them to try it, or perhaps even more likely, "He's in jail quite a distance away," with Toronto being somewhat plausible for anyone, really. So, that was pretty crazy. Still don't know exactly what happened. Anyhow, I stayed for dinner (delicious BBQ pork), and then I had to leave. I think that the roads were apologetic, as I got home more or less without a hitch. Slghtly overshooting an exit, and a really bad - but beautiful - thunderstorm at one point. Less than five hours. Totally made good time :D It sounds like the drive down was foremost in my mind all week. No, it wasn't. But it was frustrating, and scary, and emotionally exhausting, and it's somewhat therapeutic to get it all out. Miles driven all weekend... um, forgot to check it, but well over 1k. I will be so glad when Steph moves upstate. She'll only be about two hours away, so I can see her a lot more regularly, and hopefully be able to move in with her once my lease is up here in Utica. Also, as you may recall, I can get there easier than she can. *At least twice now, I've left out a latter making her name "Zaphy", which, as nicknames go, ain't bad. **Also, holy crap. A dude behind us slept through the entire movie. Call it what you like, but "boring" isn't an adjective I'd use. He was literally zonked out during the trailers... first I thought it was a wiseass commenting on a trailer, but nope, apparently a $5.50 matinee ticket provides a better sleeping environment than his own bed. ***Get it? It's a pun. ****For those wondering, Steph made it home only half an hour before I called, if that. |
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| Jul. 3rd, 2009 @ 10:17 am (no subject) | |||
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| Writing Firestorm, I've been creating a calendar system for two different alien species that are as influential as Humans in the known galaxy. Helps to place when things happen for Humans (do these happen a month apart, for instance). "Figure" (arbitrarily assign) out how much longer or shorter the alien days are and devise a calendar system. In dating one of the most important events in recent history, I came very close... so adjusted things slightly. It now happens on the Galactic New Year. (Which is, interestingly and actually accidentally, October 11, 2461. I had originally said the 13th, but the adjustment knocked it back down tot he 11th.) Gonna make a Firestorm avatar really quick from the cover for these posts... |
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| Jul. 3rd, 2009 @ 01:07 am Wake Up | |||
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| The wake for David Cast II was... well. Interesting, I suppose. I didn't know most of the people there. Dave was 24 when he died in a motorcycle accident this past Sunday. "He died doing what he loved," said one of his friends. One of many. That place was packed. They did eulogies while we were there today, instead of just at an actual funeral sometime later. Papa was... I don't know, maybe in his 70s when he died. Really friendly, always going around and making friends. Dave lived maybe a third of the life that papa did, and I dare say that the number of people there today rivaled the masses of people for Papa back in 2002. 24. It's one of those things that makes you step back and say, "What am I doing with my life? If I was gone tomorrow, what regrets would I have? Do I have things I need to do before I go?" I've had a good life so far, but I can't say I'm done with what I need to do on this Earth. Jane was a wreck. They always say it, but it's not right to outlive your own children. People speaking at the eulogies were very candid, and funny, and vulgar. I said to Rob, "I'm not a fan of wakes, but if people have one for me, I hope they speak as openly as this." He and his mom ended up leaving before everyone was done speaking, and thus I left with them as I'd ridden with them, but I wanted to stay. Though I had nothing to say, nothing to contribute, I felt wrong somehow leaving in the middle of that emotional outpouring, that first step of healing. Dad said to me when Papa died that he didn't want a wake. If it was like this one, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. He'd probably want to do what Dave wanted to do (as his brother put it) - reach down and smack all of us. "Stop cryin'!" But, more than at Papa's wake where we stood in a line and people that Papa knew went through us like an assembly line of sympathy, this wake actually felt positive - everyone was sad, everyone cried, but everyone started healing. I don't know if that's what a wake should be, but that's what I'd want it to be. |
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| Jul. 2nd, 2009 @ 02:01 pm Firestorm Act 2 | |||
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| Did some more writing on Firestorm over the past few days. I took a break from it a while back at the end of Act 1 to let someone read over it. I wanted to see if I could write a space battle first, which ends the first act, before continuing to the second. Oh, and when I said in that entry that I was about halfway done, I now estimate that that's only a quarter of it or so. It's sitting at 31 pages now. |
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| Jul. 2nd, 2009 @ 03:10 am Clerks | |||
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| Adam, you mentioned that Game Nutz is in a very Clerks-esque location. You'll get a kick out of this... it's not exactly a funeral, but Rob is gonna shut down the store for a couple hours so we can go to a wake. Granted, it's for Jane's son... she doesn't know, I think, but Ron, the owner, does, and he's appreciative. Not exactly the same, but certainly evoking of the image. |
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| Jul. 2nd, 2009 @ 02:08 am (no subject) | |||
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Saw this... yesterday, I think. |
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| Jul. 1st, 2009 @ 03:50 pm (no subject) | |||
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| "Do or do not. There is no try." Lazy-ass fortune cookie writers... |
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| Jul. 1st, 2009 @ 12:24 pm Dream Journal: Fuzzy Edition | |||
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| Okay, so... weird dream last night. I remember two scenarios, but there was so much going on. First, and less interesting, was me and Steph at some sort of diner. We're watching a security feed of a well-known rebel operative - apparently there's some sort of rebellion goin on and the diner we're in is frequented by sympathizers of it. We watch on a laptop screen as a bunch of blue donts approach her house... it's a top down schematic sorta thing. They cross a property line, and in five seconds something like fifteen blue dots are just gone. I remember because those are the words used to tell everyone else in the diner. Something happens, I forget what, and everyone pulls out airsoft guns and points them at each other in a standoff sorta thing. Someone notices that someone's approaching who isn't a regular. All of the guns are put away as they enter. After a moment, Steph and I join another person in an impromptu walk around the parking lot. Barefoot. I don't know why. I don't like walking around outside barefoot, and in the dream there was no exception made. They decide to cross the street to show me something down a side road. Traffic cuts me off and I wait; I somehow hitch a ride on the back flap of a dump truck. It goes to the lake that Steph and this other guy are looking it (maybe it was Zack K.). It is beautiful, but I sorta wonder why we're out here, when the bed starts tipping forward. I get flipped all over the place hanging on for dear life. Finally, I catch the attention of the driver. "Hey!" he says. "You're that guy from the diner!" and then dunks me again. I think I recognized him from elsewhere as well, but he said diner, so okay. I explain my dilemma, how I got on, he's like "hmph" then leaves. Zack sees a big foam sword and we talk airsofts for a bit, then return to the diner, going in the back door. Now is when I realize I'm down south, for some reason. As we're about to enter, something catches my eye and I whistle appreciatively. Two Saturn Skys, one black with red stripes and the other black with blue. Or maybe the first was red with black. The back of the first is improbably tall and has a bunch of stuff on it; custom, I figure, because there's a bunch of stuff that in a PC mod would say "water cooling" but in a car just looks weird. The chassis is odd too, almost looking like a go-kart - low to the ground and with small wheels. There's a badge on the back indicating "Blue Line"; there's a Sky Red Line, and Saturn makes Green Lines, but Blue Line was what I suggested turbo diesels might be dubbed. Either way, it hadn't been implemented yet, so still custom. Then I look at what was really nice, the other car... and then see similar go-kart chassis treatment, except that the coloring on that portion is white with flecks of pink. Eew. "Neither of them work," says the diner guy, by way of saying that they're cheap to take home as project cars. No thanks. Jump to a different part of the dream. I'm in college, first day of the semester. It was supposed to be SUNYIT, but wasn't really. I was rooming with, of all people, Steph and two of her sisters... the excluded sister was the one who is actually in college now, so, um, okay. Oh, yeah, and for some reason I can turn into a teddy bear at will. Unfortunately, it was PhiOS bear sized, not Cocoa sized, so after I woke up from the dream I realized that my clothing choices were quite limited. Anyway, I was getting settled in, and for some reason both of her parents were there as well. Because of how busy things were, I somehow hadn't gotten the chance to hug Steph yet; but her door was closed, so I took a side trip to the bathroom and would catch her after, and then MORNING! Dammit, skipped some hours. Regret and not being able to feel, even in my dream, holding Steph in my arms for a while. Anyhow, morning, and I'm my teddy bear self, somehow able to sit at a breakfast table and move around. I lose track of time; Steph and Dee get in cars to go to classes, and I ask Steph to wait while I check to see if I have one. They're going to 8:00 classes; I have one at 9, and me checking has slowed her down a bit, so I rush out, skid a bit on linoleum, then zip into another room. Steph's Mom appears, saying that I shouldn't run in the house, adding something to the effect of, "Who the hell raised you, anyways?" Not those words, but that intention. The punishment for running in the house is to clean the floors, so I call Steph to tell her so she can go on without being late for class. I then of course realize that I should've been a teddy bear at that point (as I never changed back to human) and retcon it (wee), but Steph is still gone; no problem, I'll go on my own. I show for Steph's mom that it really doesn't matter if I run, then proceed to fling my stuffed self into a wall. Bounce. Somewhere outside of the college bit, before or after, there was a bit with me as a teddy bear that felt very third-person, comic strip sorta presentation - I was resurrected and put into this bear; human thing and the word tossed around was "Pokémon". What the hell... Fast forward another bit... felt like a repeated from another dream, a bunch of people are lined up in support of something, then this Michael Moore type character (not Michael Moore, not anyone real so far as I can tell) has a stick up his ass, says something, and people leave the place, convinced by one sentence. I forget what the actual cause even was. I remember being pissed at the guy, so I met him to talk to him. Seemed decent, just had stupid reasoning, like Spiro's reasoning for voting in Darius for SA President a few years ago - "I don't want to help Pilbeam take over the world." Anyhow, at that point, I woke up. Fun dream, I especially liked the teddy bear bit, but in general it was nice. I just regret not being able to hug Steph at all during it. That's okay, I think. I'll see Steph for real in two days anyways :D |
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| Jun. 30th, 2009 @ 01:51 am Conversations with Lever | |||
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| It was a long car ride home. This time, however, I had company. The radio was on; I kept feeding in CDs I hadn't listened to in a while to acclimate Lever to my taste in music. He hadn't objected. "Have you... always been the Gordmobile?" "No, obviously; I only got here a couple years ago." The voice shared the speakers with the music. "No, about a month ago there was another Decepticon who tried to destroy me. It wasn't nearly as competent as those last two, so I dispatched it easily, but it did damage your car. I decided to replace it. I... hope you don't mind?" "No, it's just... weird. Like, a violation really, because the car is... was?... something that I hold close to my heart, a place that is my sanctuary and more or less my place of peace. To find out the for the past month it's been an imposter... just hard to get around." "If it's any comfort, your car was totalled. I've seen cars in worse shape drive away, but they don't get very far." "It's... something at least. I hope you don't mind if I delude myself into thinking that when you scanned the car, something of the Gordmobile lives on in you." "Not at all. I'd like to think so, too. It's obvious that you cared about it." Some time passes as I roll something around in my head. "How did you scan the car when it was damaged?" "Interpolation, a bit of research. Wasn't a difficult pattern to reproduce." "Oh." I thought for another moment. "What about power?" "I could step it up if I wanted to, but there's no reason. You said it yourself, your car had a perfect balance of power." "Yeah, guess I did..." "If your life depends on it, I can go faster, no worries." A few more songs went by. I started to grin a bit, then chuckle, then laugh uncontrollably."What?" he asked. I tried to breathe, finally getting control before I lost sight of the road through teared-up eyes. My breath came in gasps, then finally calmed down enough for me to get it out. "You were running from a Prius." His retort was lost to me under my renewed laughter. |
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| Jun. 29th, 2009 @ 12:25 pm (no subject) | |||
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Hehe! So, while I was doing the whole Transformers thing, I did actually do some things that were blog-worthy; I just didn't do so, as it would have broken the illusion. Laz came over Friday night. We compared some M16 models in the mall to the shell he has, taking them out of the box and seeing if the shell would fit. The girl behind the counter was totally into it ('cause we agreed to "you break it you buy it"), but in the end none of the three different M4 models they had fit quite right. He ate some Chinese at the mall then went to see Transformers at the Marquee. We got back to the apartment about 12:30, and still weren't tired or anything, so after playing a bit with some toys for Abstract Messiah, we watched the DVD of Zatoichi that he let me borrow. Fun movie, I think it'll be added to my Entertainment Request List (that I haven't posted in quite a while). Saturday morning was podcast recording (and anyone who subscribes could tell, "Wait, how could he record if he's in Michigan), then a really productive day at work. Sunday, I found out that Billy Mays died, then in less than an hour, got a text that Jane's son had died :( What the hell is up with this past week. I know that it's normal for people to die, it happens all the time. But I wouldn't expect rapid-fire news of peoples' deaths until a few more years (lol 2012 reference lol). I did some birthday shopping for Allie yesterday; I'm all set for next weekend's birthdays, though I think I'll bring the stuff to my parents' place tomorrow night and steal their wrapping paper. Zaphyn's birthday on Saturday, a quick surprise party on Sunday, and Allie's birthday on Monday. All while in the presence of Steph ^.^ Can't wait for this weekend! Ooh, yes. Also - I was woken up today by a truck outside the building being very loud for quite a while. Yay, they finally brought the dumpster and are clearing out that shithole of a first floor! |
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| Jun. 29th, 2009 @ 11:56 am Transformers Fan Fic Retrospective | |||
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Okay, so, the jig is up. No, I didn't actually go to Vapes' place and try to film a stop-motion film. We talked briefly about wanting to do a fanfilm, but I ended up saying, "A fanfic is just as fun." I tried explaining to him the idea of doing it on LJ like this to catch people off guard when the entry was posted, but he didn't quite get it until the first entry was posted. He only ended up posting one entry himself (I was hoping we could both post about it), and even then it might not even be just for this here. Still, it's included. creativeI apologize for the huge entry by the way; I could have put it behind a cut, to explaining the cut would have taken away a bit of the surprise factor. I'm putting it behind a cut after this to allow easier reading of my own page and your friends pages. I've also gone back and titled those entries (going with my usual "[untitled]" helped to sell the effect, I think). I hope people enjoyed reading it! Table of Contents 1: Revenge of the Faked? 2: Mmm, robots. 3: Wait, Planning? What's That? 4: Arrival 5: Location Scouting 6: Rain, Rain, Go Away 7: More Than Meets the Eye Epilogue: Conversations with Lever |
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| Jun. 28th, 2009 @ 05:06 pm More Than Meets the Eye | |||
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Frightened? Amazed? Awestruck? Some sort of adjective that encompasses the phrase, "I can't believe it?" Everything at once? Okay, so. ( Plot. Beginning, middle, end. ) |
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| Jun. 28th, 2009 @ 01:51 am Rain, Rain, Go Away | |||
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Oh, man. Thunder. Not cool. Rain, I can deal with. But thunder, the kind that sounds like it's ripping a sheet of metal in half and shakes the house, that's not going to be friendly with out Transformer stand-in pole. "Okay, now, look up at the pole and say hi to Bumbbzzzbzbbzzz!!!" |
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| Jun. 27th, 2009 @ 08:01 pm Location Scouting | |||
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Exhausted. Obviously, the driving yesterday. Waking up at a decent hour today, but it was still morning, so blah to that. We went around at the locations; there's this sorta "urban wasteland" feeling thing that's gonna be pretty perfect. Especially if it keeps raining like this... it's been on and off all day. I'm simultaneously worried about the rain and excited at the prospect of compositioning with it; it could help to sell the effects we're doing. We worked a bit more on the script and I familiarized myself with Vapes' camera. Some dinner, then back to his place. In theory, I should go to bed now. We originally planned to shoot the actual movie tomorrow, then I'd leave tomorrow night, but I of course don't work Monday; considering how tired I am, we might get a later start and spend longer on it so I can have a couple decent nights' sleep in between now and driving back. In reality, we're going to go do some effects tests. Wee! |
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| Jun. 27th, 2009 @ 03:00 am Arrival | |||
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Bluhhhhhh. tiredJust got to Vapes'. It's one thing to know it's a long drive, and I remember it being a long drive from when Laz and I came here a couple years ago, but... to do it alone, really takes a lot out of you. Just me and the car (gauges were behaving tonight, no flickering, yay... all blue to keep me from drifting off). Speaking of drifting off. *does so* Tomorrow, location scouting (Vapes has a few spots picked out, we'll look at them, see what we can use), do any necessary screenplay rewrites, and maybe even a bit of preliminary shooting. Probably gonna get back here early though, instead of shooting, and try a few stop-motion tests. I remembered right about the time that I was crossing back into the States from Canada that I forgot to bring my own figure to use  Not that Vapes doesn't have that one already, but still. Dude's got quite the collection.Erg. Sleeptimes. Then filmtimes! Wee filmtimes. |
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| Jun. 26th, 2009 @ 11:04 am (no subject) | |||
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| Whoa. Already 120 views on my Anamorphic lens Flare tutorial since putting it up a couple nights ago. Crazy - already outdoes the Control teaser and Looking-Glass combined. Also, making a peanut butter sandwich to take to work in order to get rid of some bread at the apartment. I can't help but think of Bryan. Poor guy, he had to eat like three PB&Js. |
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