Damn it! I just closed the window with my last entry. Why do I suck so much? (Or rather, why did I install this mouse gesture extension in Firefox? Other than the fact that it is awesome?)
Once again -- I miss Strongbad and I hate you all for being fickle fickle fans of internet superstars. I understand that the emails are still being produced, but oh, I can't quote them with abandon anymore, the way I used to... 18 months ago. It's like all your base, but not as old school. Sniff.
Sitting around, waiting for this ebay auction on Sims 2 to end. GIVE ME THINGS.
The shoot yesterday failed to materialize. The venue wouldn't let me to do, and then when we finally set up here, we couldn't take the set due to a missing memory card! Baaah. But it gave me time to reorganize, so hopefully tomorrow it will go well. (Optimism!)
I gave a presentation in Medieval Manuscripts today. Apparently we own a manuscript that was once in the hands of very naughty nuns. SEXXXXXY.
Shit. My last entry was so cool. Trust me. It had jackelopes, and unicorns, and fine toothed combs, lightly singing an octave below that you would think. And now... nothing!
Oh oh oh. I think I'll listen to Handsome Boy Modeling School instead.
Actually, I'll take this moment to plug People Like Us' 'Abridged too Far'. I'll take this description from ubuweb, where you can download the album in entirety:
On Abridged Too Far, People Like Us continues its pastiche of impressions of popular music from Europe and America from the 1920s thru to 1990s. Bennetts work is an examination of the affect of hearing well known tunes and lyrics in fragments, then putting those elements to play-- resonating, intermingling and recombining with the listeners own associations and shards of memories. But this music, countering the pathos of straight tear-sucking nostalgia never settles in a place for its listener to cozily reflect times past. Rather, the deft recontextualization and juxtaposition of individual elements creates an alchemical space of sublime and satirical transformation. This work is justified only because it is transformative; that it reflects something that may never have even been what it was perceived to be. People Like Us weaves a revealing nether-narrative to accompany popular cultures monolithic straight telling of its own history. The reality of which is columned by the sinister underpinnings of rapacious consumer culture and empty marketing.
GET IT! Honestly, they are so fucking brilliant. There's just something about recognizing that you... are ... just a collection of other people's mimetic EXCRETIONS that is completely exhilirating.
(p.s. cameras4free !!!! Also, I haven't had many offers on my freephotoipods go through. Do you understand that I cry at night because of this? Sigh.)
Once again -- I miss Strongbad and I hate you all for being fickle fickle fans of internet superstars. I understand that the emails are still being produced, but oh, I can't quote them with abandon anymore, the way I used to... 18 months ago. It's like all your base, but not as old school. Sniff.
Sitting around, waiting for this ebay auction on Sims 2 to end. GIVE ME THINGS.
The shoot yesterday failed to materialize. The venue wouldn't let me to do, and then when we finally set up here, we couldn't take the set due to a missing memory card! Baaah. But it gave me time to reorganize, so hopefully tomorrow it will go well. (Optimism!)
I gave a presentation in Medieval Manuscripts today. Apparently we own a manuscript that was once in the hands of very naughty nuns. SEXXXXXY.
Shit. My last entry was so cool. Trust me. It had jackelopes, and unicorns, and fine toothed combs, lightly singing an octave below that you would think. And now... nothing!
Oh oh oh. I think I'll listen to Handsome Boy Modeling School instead.
Actually, I'll take this moment to plug People Like Us' 'Abridged too Far'. I'll take this description from ubuweb, where you can download the album in entirety:
On Abridged Too Far, People Like Us continues its pastiche of impressions of popular music from Europe and America from the 1920s thru to 1990s. Bennetts work is an examination of the affect of hearing well known tunes and lyrics in fragments, then putting those elements to play-- resonating, intermingling and recombining with the listeners own associations and shards of memories. But this music, countering the pathos of straight tear-sucking nostalgia never settles in a place for its listener to cozily reflect times past. Rather, the deft recontextualization and juxtaposition of individual elements creates an alchemical space of sublime and satirical transformation. This work is justified only because it is transformative; that it reflects something that may never have even been what it was perceived to be. People Like Us weaves a revealing nether-narrative to accompany popular cultures monolithic straight telling of its own history. The reality of which is columned by the sinister underpinnings of rapacious consumer culture and empty marketing.
GET IT! Honestly, they are so fucking brilliant. There's just something about recognizing that you... are ... just a collection of other people's mimetic EXCRETIONS that is completely exhilirating.
(p.s. cameras4free !!!! Also, I haven't had many offers on my freephotoipods go through. Do you understand that I cry at night because of this? Sigh.)
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How did shooting go? Did it go at all ?