Woohoo, life!

As promised, I finally have something worth writing about! Yay!

I’ve been doing a webcomic on the “Concerned” forums for about a week now, and It’s going really well! Many people have showered me with compliments, and I love it! Apparently I have a sense of humor after all! Yay!

I’ve also been helping some girls in my Astronomy class. It’s nice getting a chance to hang out with normal people! Yay for that, too!

For once, I’m not allowing my life to become a boring morass! Yay for me!

If I could dance over the internet, I would!

Woohoo, life!

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Yay, GMod

Since Concerned ended, I was forced to seek entertainment at their forums, where I found a whole board devoted to fans’ webcomics. After many fits and starts, and some very poor material, all immersed in a few hours of Garry’s Mod, I finally produced a comic I was fairly happy with. Read #3 (1 and 2 were pathetic and unfunny) here.
I’ve got another one finished, and I’m debating whether or not I should release it tomorrow, as it’s not as good as the first one. I’m hoping that I’ll think of a better joke for Comic #4 than the one I’m currently working with…

That’s been my main occupation for the last two or three days. That and thinking about voting (which I’ll be doing tomorrow. God help us all). Not really much to say about that, except that I’m certainly not going to be voting for any incuments.

And I may or may not be getting one step closer to actually having a girlfriend for a change (I can

Midnight Oil

Well, I’m not technically burning any midnight oil, but I was going to write something about it being Friday, until I loked at the clock and realized that it wasn’t…stupid midnight, screwing up my grand plan.

I forgot my own rule of thumb: only write a blog if something actually happened. Well, nothing really did. The most significant thing that I managed to do today was write some more of my “novel.”

And, while I was on a mediocre-creativity binge, I managed to pull from my bored brain a Half-Life 2 webcomic of sorts. I say “of sorts”, because it really didn’t turn out the way I’d been hoping. And nobody’s actually told me what they think of it yet, so I can’t really judge if the joke was any good or not.

As I look back over this entry and ponder the mysteries of my life, one grand principle comes to mind: I have to stop writing when I’m tired…

Give Me More!!!

Well, Charlie got his grades for his Senior Exit thingy already. I really thought it would have taken longer than that. I seem to remember that it took quite a while when I did mine. I guess times change.

The long and the short of it is…he got a one! A one! I can’t fucking believe it! That’s the worst possible grade, other than an “NS” (which you get if you turn in, say, a piece of paper with scribbled letters on it). A one? After we both worked for basically the entire afternoon for two days to get it right? A one? After all our careful work with substandard equipment and horrendous time pressure? Damn you, Senior Exit judges, damn you!

I don’t understand how this happened, and actaully I’m kind of ashamed. I spent two days making a crappy trifold board with a poorly-made drawing of a potential Mars spacecraft, and I at least got a two. He had a video and a posterboard!

I’m not going to dance around the issue any longer. I think that some teacher recognized his voice in the video, some teacher who had a vendetta against him, or who assumed he was the type who wasn’t going anywhere in life, and decided that he didn’t deserve to succeed. Sure, he’s not the world’s greatest student, but he did try on this. The judges made some sort of comment like “Your sound quality was bad, your ending sucked, the camerawork was third-rate, and your characters were one-dimensional.” Damn it!

He’s planning to appeal it to see if he can get a more reasonable score. I hope it works out. He’s a good kid, and I don’t want to see his graduation jeopardized by the stupidest project ever conceived. I think the only project more idiotic than the Senior Exit was maybe the NASA mission where the spacecraft was lost because they had a metric-U.S. unit mismatch.

50,000 Words

I was browsing through one of the forums where I’m a member, and somebody drew my attention toNational Novel Writing Month. On a whim, I decided I’d give it a try. Perhaps with proper motivation, I can really actually finish a “novel” for a change. The competition runs all through november, and the end result is supposed to be a 50,000 word novel.

After tossing ideas back and forth to various parts of my cerebral cortex, I decided to write my novel about a near-future world where wormholes are as common (or more so) than Internet connections are today. I got the idea a month or two ago, when I was wandering around and thinking about the consequences of having wormholes everywhere.

The possibilities are endless!

I’m doing well. Today was the first day, and I’ve already got 2,900 words! That’s even better than the “reccomended” amount.

Aside from that, I can’t think of one significant thing I did today…

Oy. Here I go yet again with the ranting…that’s a habit I have to break.

**Heavy Sigh of Relief**

Where to begin…?

What I prophesized to be a day of horror turned out much better than I expected. Sure, I was busy from 1:30 PM all the way to 8:something PM, but I actually have the feeling I got something tangible done.

Since Charlie needed some more interviewees for his Senior Exit video, we returned to the park to get some footage. Of course, we had our share of bizarre mishaps and mistakes, but it came out well in the end.

We wanted to get at least twenty people interviewed. We ended up with eight, and had to settle. Then there were the mysterious few who were willing to answer the questions but not appear on camera. And then there was the entertaining minority of people who gave us rambling or totally nonsensical answers.

After our marathon of human-filming, I struck upon the “brilliant” idea of filming a piteous dirty stream to add some pathos and dramatic effect to the video. What we ended up with looked like a video of someone doing a documentary on a floating leaf. We tried to get some more video of streams, most of which was mediocre. We used it anyway.

Then, after we had eaten a second lunch at Wendy’s, I was struck by another of those “brilliant” ideas—which I try to avoid, but sometimes they still sneak up on me—“Hey! Why don’t we film the parking lot and count the unnecessary vehicles.” That didn’t pan out. I didn’t want someone screaming “Turn off the camera, motehrfucker,” then drop-kicking me.

Post-idea, I managed to get blugeoned in the cerebrum by another “streak of brilliance”. “Hey, Charlie, why don’t we film the gas station to show some inefficiency or something like that.” We ended up looking like a cross between Geraldo Rivera, the show “Cheaters”, and the paparazzi.

Brace yourselves! “Inspiration” came my way again, and we ended up filming traffic. Oy.

In the end, we found ourselves at home with about fifteen minutes of video. Almost all of it was mediocre. The rest was truly awful. While we were in the park, something possessed me to film a lonely blue Heron to show the decimation of wildlife, in keeping with Charlie’s pro-environment theme. Didn’t work out.

The editing, actually, was the worst part of the whole affair. We had a go “VHS-splicing” our tape, and only at the end did we realize that I’d added in some awkward pauses and subtracted some important bits. So we tried again. I managed to completely omit one of the introductory scenes. We decided to switch to the second VHS to avoid getting lots of crap from the previous splicings. This time, we “got it right”.

The end result: an awkward, choppy, poorly-shot, unscripted, badly edited, shoddily-spliced, amateurish VHS video with paper title cards, no musical score, no digital effects, and no future in Hollywood.

On the plus side, I’m now seriously rethinking making the Kung-Fu movie I was planning to make about three years ago. We wouldn’t need skillful editing for that…

Of course, if I’d actually fixed my digital camera like I meant to, we could have had poorly composed video…with text!

Today was like being beaten by a lemon-scented hammer…