I WILL

get a job.
become better at dancing.
wake up before 12 every day.
stop wasting time.
try to have a more exciting life.

This is what Hell looks like

Nothing. I took out the image of Hell because I was starting to see pentagrams and the number 666 everywhere. Also, because I realized that if you click on the picture, you see a zoomed up version, and thats just a little too much detail, thank you very much.

It is technically not Tuesday anymore

so I am technically not a loser for posting twice.

So I finally finished the horror that is my self portrait for Digital Figure Modeling. Making it was harrowing--the last thing I wanted was everyone in the art lab (mostly architecture students at the time of night I usually work) seeing a bald, grey, unmade-up version of myself all zoomed in and gross, and me fiddling around with my ears or something. But, in the end, I think I enjoyed it. Aside from the funky, dead-looking cartoon eyes that come from my not knowing how to use a ramp shader, the thing actually looks like me. It is a heavily airbrushed (Scott disapproved), frowning, oily, strung out monstrosity of a head, but its me all right. When we had our crit today, I was half possessed with intense discomfort--somehow I had the illusion that my smallness obscures my features, and people would gasp at the truth revealed by blowing my face up x20 on the big screen--but I was also just a tad proud. Brutal as the reality may be, there is something fulfilling about successfully recreating it and presenting it in all its unfettered, ugly glory.

Also, the texture I made for it will haunt my dreams for years to come.

Naoto Hattori

I recently discovered this Tokyo/New York-based artist whose cute url is just the tip of the iceberg of his charm. His work is odd, trippy, and somewhat nightmare-inducing. Fun all around, and worth checking out.

Poop!

Ehm... poop!

Cool stuff

I watched Ordinary People today, and it just has to be one of the best dramas I have ever seen. It is appropriately dramatic and emotional without ever falling into the sappiness that plagues most Oscar-bait movies (and, it is made in the 80s, which makes this even more impressive, seeing as most films of that era seemed to really pile on the cheese). The story is thoughtful, the writing sharp, and the acting excellent. What really struck was how naturally everything was played out. People talked like they would in real life, nothing was overwrought or excessively "poignant," and even the inconsequential characters seemed like real people rather than cardboard cuttouts. I think the only music used in the whole film was Pachelbel's Canon, which I approve of. Obsessed as I am with really beautiful film music, sometimes the subtlety of silence can be more powerful than mournful violin strings. I generally dont dig drama, but this was well done.

I have a psych exam in 6.8 hours

While sick and groggy and grumpy, I discovered the awesome Mark Ryden, whose work is mix of cuddly adorableness and unimaginable horror. He seems to really have a thing for Abraham Lincoln.




I was making a pancake when a brilliant idea struck me, and I balled it up and crammed it with what must have amounted to a half a pound of chocolate. And now every time I stick it with my fork, chocolate oozes out like blood from some sort of delicious wounded beast.