I finished (sort of, still have tweaking to do) my take on Green Eggs and Ham for my video production class. I’m immensely proud of it although I wish I’d had time to put the end credits together and lower the music levels a bit more. I only spot checked it in two areas and it wasn’t as loud. Things to regret!
But since the semester is over I don’t have access to Adobe Premiere so my changes will have to wait until Spring semester. Mehhhh. Anyway, enjoy!
I just finished an animation video for class that I thought I’d share. I’m extremely pleased with it. Based on 2012, because I’m slightly obsessed. What? With slices of the Inception soundtrack to make it less chippery. But who am I kidding? My graphic style is naturally chipper. Anyway…
I also posted my documentary on farmers market foods which… pretty much everyone was bored with. Hehe. So, watch that if you need to catch some sleep. I enjoyed it but that’s because I love the soundtrack. Music can save anything. Even documentaries! I had to cut the interviews because it was so windy and noisy that you couldn’t hear the audio very well. So… lots of food shots. Bonus points if you notice the rainbow.
Fresh Foods Documentary on Youtube
Tomorrow I’ll be filming for my Green Eggs and Ham movie. Hopefully that goes smoothly! I still need to make my signs and dye some food. Eek. Might have to run to the store for food coloring, unless I paint the ham with acrylic paint… Could be interesting. And print another copy of the script… I’ve been slacking on my pre-production all week. When it’s finished and amazing, I’ll post it too.
For one of my classes, we got to play with a green screen. I picked a more somber topic and now I kind of regret that I didn’t do as much with it as I could. But that’s no matter. I still enjoyed working on it. Don’t watch if prone to seizures though… My seemingly steady hand looks very jerky when sped up and ran backwards. =D
The whole time I was putting it together, I kept coming up with alterations I would have made when shooting the footage. Mostly angle changes. And I would have found a better actress than myself. Because after the beginning its mostly boring.
Not looking forward to presenting it to the class in a few hours. Fahhhh. Anyway.
music: matchbox twenty’s mad season cd. on repeat
tv: true blood. summer means more andy bellefleur! and let’s not forget arlene and her satan baby!
book: harry potter and the deathly hallows. again. =) i reread that series twice a year it seems.
thoughts: completely disjointed. all the time. they may be tinged with irritation and animosity, depending on the weather and how long it’s been since I’ve been able to chat with Andy.
I still hate a lot of standard conversation that never bothered me before.
I think I’m going to paint tomorrow.
Really, it seems like every day at least twice in my head I’m screaming for someone to shut up. Angry depression. =)
I usually can’t write much when I’m feeling this way, but I want to have some writing to look back on in the future and shake my head at. So… future self: life is weird these days. And it sucks. Except when it doesn’t. I feel alone, even when I’m not. And usually when I’m not, I want to be alone. There are a small number of people I want around me but all of them are at least three hours away.
All the people around here I have to coddle and take care of, like bitty children.
[mental music when I deal with these people: Mother Mother by Tracy Bonham]
I already have kids and pets to take care of. Fucking handle yourselves. I’m not your mother.
Press play: Regina Spektor – The Call
On Tuesday, our wedding anniversary, Andy will be leaving for Afghanistan.
So we’ve been trying to cram a years worth of love, hugs, kisses, fights, and tears in over the past few months.
I keep trying to tell myself that all this is worth it. It’s funny the things you’ll do for the benefit of your kidlets. They’ll spend a year without their papa so that they can have good health insurance.
A year without reassuring hugs, random experimental dinners, and piggyback rides.
What makes it sadder is that there are families all over the globe hugging their loved ones as they prepare to march off to battle. And over what? Fucking oil. It wouldn’t hurt so much if I thought we were actually doing some good over there. But we’re not.
Don’t kid yourself that we’re still looking for Osama. Ten years this fall.
And anyway, he is not what I’m concerned about. Instead my thoughts rest on days where nothing seems to go right and when I’d normally get a hug from my partner, he won’t be here. He’ll be on the other side of the globe, possibly wanting a hug from me at the very same time.
I dearly hope that he does not become a statistic in the newspaper. Something you read and shrug your shoulders at as you reach for your cup of coffee. There are not enough words to describe what he means to me and our little family.
So I ask you to take a moment and pray, I don’t care who to, that our pandering politicians can bring all our troops home safely. That we can find some way to help the Afghan people reform their world and then leave them alone. Families all over the world will appreciate it.