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I'm your love kamikaze!
2002-09-03 14:36:10
This is the first time in months that I'll actually be using this journal for the reason why Phade put it up - to update people on the progress of my AMV. Not that anyone would be holding their breath... if they were they'd probably be very blue and very dead, because until two days ago, I hadn't touched it for MONTHS.
Anyway, I've worked it from a 80% rate of completion to 40%. Besides the start, climax and ending, I've pretty much demolished the entire video. It's amazing how edits that moved you and tickled your ego so two months ago can seem so trite and boring months later.
Maybe that's how I should edit my AMVs - work like a fiend on a video, then abandon it for months before coming back, watch it and decide it all sucks toenails, and then descend into a funk because my lack of skill, talent and potential are so painfully obvious, why do I even try if I suck so bad, I shouldn't even embarrass the AMV community with my worthless attempt, languish in self-pity, decide to delete project but not have the heart to, find solace in a BBT video, forget the project for another couple of months, stumble over it while re-watching Maboroshi video for 6th time in a row, re-open project, suddenly get bludgeoned by inspiration, edit like a fiend, repeat process... Or maybe I should just slap all the footage together in two hours, throw in a different transition for every edit and hope for the best. Hm, that might work.
During lunch on Monday, I experienced what I call the Bumping Gazes Phenomenon, which involves one inadvertently meeting the eyes of someone else across the room. Repeatedly. It's embarrassing and uncomfortable in itself, but that day the feeling of irritation was exacerbated by the fact that the guy whose gaze I kept bumping into was a rather attractive young man. Not that he was my type. He had this rather smug, self-assured air about him, and the way he wore his shirt buttoned down his chest just... really... pissed me off. And I'm convinced he thought I was checking him out, because everytime my eyes strayed into his area, I found him expecting, and our eyes would meet again. "Ooh, look, the girl in the geek glasses keeps checking me out! She can't keep her eyes off me! I'm so HOT!"
I couldn't help it. Smug Hunk was seated directly behind Bart, so everytime I focused my eyes beyond him, Smug Hunk would find me staring right at him. Once I told Bart about it, I got amused just from the telling, which made me look like a giggly school girl admitting some crush, and trying pointedly not to look at him. Aaargh.
Anyway, this web-comic perfectly describes the Bumping Gaze Phenomenon.
http://www.tuesdaycomic.com/eyecontact.html
Add in a Smug Hunk and rather unreasonable bias against exceptionally good-looking people and you've got an idea of what happened that Monday lunch.
I hate Smug Hunks. -
make happy noises.
2002-09-01 14:24:58
When you don't know where the hell you are or where you're going, do you stop the car to get your bearings or do you continue driving like an idiot?
I am so lost. Wish I had stopped to ask for directions.
The map is one great big blank. Where the hell am I?
Where do you go when you're tired of heading endlessly towards the horizon? -
*off-key* It's a little bit funneeeee... this feeling insiiiiide....
2002-08-31 15:49:14
I am so exhausted.
I spent the entire day installing the router that would allow my sister and I to share the cable connection. The actual installation of the hardware took mere minutes. What took up the majority of my time and energy was making space in my room to put my sister's computer. The same room that had been converted into a storeroom in my year-long absence. The same room that had been subjected to a full cavity search in my desperate (and as yet unsucessful) attempts to locate certain rather important mini-DV tapes.
I also had to dis-assemble and reconfigure my set of IKEA shelves, which can actually be converted into a desk. Unfortunately, the setup involved a lot of sweating, grunting, straining of muscles and a nearly broken back from when the top-most shelf fell down on top of my sister and I. Luckily my sister saved me from possible paralysis by taking the brunt of the impact. With her head.
I was trapped in my room for nearly the entire duration of the setup, and ended up having 'lunch' at 5.30 pm because I had cleverly positioned all the cabinets, drawers, books and boxes from the shelf to block the door.
But finally the desk was setup, the computer connected, the cable connection routed... yay. And I even figured out how to share folders so I can now steal disk space from my sister's computer, when I run out from downloading AMVs, bwahaha.
Sigh, I wish Wally was here, so we could play Tribes over my brand new LAN.
In addition to being winded by a falling shelf, I managed to shave off a half inch strip of skin from my thumb while trying to open the battery compartment of the MP3 player I gave my sister for her birthday three days ago. I actually managed to get it open quite easily the first time, but then my sister wanted to see how I did it, so I put the battery compartment lid back on and attempted to pry it open again. It was stuck. It finally came off, but not without tearing off a bit of my thumb. I gave my sister back her MP3 player, and just stared at the white bit that until a couple seconds ago had been UNDER some skin. It took a while for the blood to fill the wound, and in the meantime my sister spotted a bit of plastic I had somehow dislodged from the battery compartment. She was about to yell at me for spoiling her player, but then she touched it, felt the texture and realised that the bit of 'plastic' was the skin that had been torn off when I yanked off the cover. She did yell quite a bit, but only because she wanted me to take my shred of skin back.
It's a shallow scrape that doesn't bleed much but hurts like the jeejees when water gets into it. And it's going to take ages to heal because it simply won't bleed properly. Blood makes an injury look scary, but at least it makes good scabs that promote healing (and provide morbid entertainment). Now everytime I wet it my hand, the plasma that tries to form a scab simply melts away.
It looks really gross, all red and raw and glossy with plasma. I think I'm going to have to slap on a Star Wars plaster just so people don't lose their appetites. Hope I didn't make you lose yours already. *grin*
By the way, the topic in today's journal entry comes from the song Spectacular Spectacular from Moulin Rouge. I just watched a really funny AMV by jescaflowne set to that song. Moments to watch out for: the bit where the 'Duke' does his nasal and yet heartfelt rendition of the song, the part where the Evil Maharaja makes his appearance and the beat that occurs after the Duke asks "and in the end should someone die?". Oh, and the Neko that whips past the frame everytime there's that whisking sound... Go watch it, it's worth the download.
http://www.animemusicvideos.org/legacy/video.php?v=7877 - Deliver me from Swedish furniture! ~ Fight Club 2002-08-30 04:15:39 One day I am going to have to ask myself WHY I have so many duplicate copies of IKEA magazines.
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2002-08-29 04:49:34
Cutting up pieces of the sky
Into little squares
Packing them into cereal boxes
For mass consumption
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