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| This is the ten foot tall me. The three pieces are not very
proportionate on the computer because of the rush job I did with taking
the photos. So...sorry about that. Anyway, I'm sure you'll get the idea.
Click em to make em bigger. Tee hee.
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| My computer is back in town after a two month leave of absence. Now if I can only catch the UPS guy...
Anyway, the quarter has been one to cope with. I haven't been feeling
like my work is as good as it was the two previous quarters. But this
past week sort of changed most of that. In my Life drawing class, our
midterm assignment was to do a self-portrait. But unlike my previous
ones, this had to be full body - head to toe. And one of the
requirements was that you had to be nude or semi-nude (bathing suit or
undies) in the portrait.
Well, eitther of those elements paired with Brett Brooks is a recipe to
send women screaming out of the room ony to pluck their own eyes out
with popsicle sticks. But nevertheless, I took advantage of the
assignment's crit...man, I need a nap. I'm so tired. Anyway, I took
advantage of the assignment's criteria and went for it.
Me...in tighty whities, tall socks, and roller skates...making the
Derrik Zoolanderish face. But my lips are slightly opened, as if
sipping a straw. And the bad boy is ten feet high. There's not even
enough wall to hang it on at the building. Anyway, we get to critique
these things in about 10 minutes, so I gotta bounce. Hostel was a piece
of garbage movie. Later.
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| It's been a hectic week. It's actually been more of a hectic quarter in
all. But I rather like it that way. It's better than being bored and it
gives me product to show for at the end of the day.
Aside from the typical school work, we've finally started
pre-production on the screenplay I wrote last quarter. I'm really,
really excited. I don't even think I've talked about it on here. So Ima
do it now. It's entitled Six Feet Under Rated. It's
what I've dubbed a "zomedy." The premise revolves around two zombies,
Clyde and Barry, who have just come into their new lives as the undead.
The script basically follows their conversation and irritations as new
found members of the zombie community. It flashes back a few times to
showcase how exactly they became what they are as well as (possibly)
showing what their lives were like before they were turned. The script
is completely irreverent to any form of zombie fanbase, ie - they two
zombies have conversation, they're aware of their situations, they have
full recollection of their first lives, and to top it all off Clyde has
moral issues with eating his neighbor. But I felt guilt-free since I'm
such a huge George Romero fan and love his work. If you dunno who he is
and you're a horror fan, you need to look into his films. He pretty
much shaped the concept of the walking dead. But enough of that.
Without going into too much detail, we're holding auditions for the
parts of the characters this month. We've got a director,
director of photography, lighters, set designer, etc. It's shaping up
to be really well done. And Brandon (the director) and myself are
overseeing every little detail so that everything is verbatum to the
vision. I've even got the first poster laid out and ready to be shot.
It's gonna be sweet. We won't start shooting the actual film until
September, but we're throwing around the idea of a teaser trailer
before the summer time. Anyway, this was something worth ranting about.
And since I never update my blog anymore, I figured this was a good
excuse.
  "See you at the movies!" - Danny, Cats Don't Dance
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| I have a lot of work this quarter.
I'm in Life Drawing, Intro to Sequential Art, and Poetry (as my English
elective). I'm already swamped and it's only the first week. Life is
good.
We got to draw a naked guy the other day. He was a cross between a
Harley Davidson biker, John Goodman, and a samurai...but that was
mostly because he wielded a sword. It was awesome. Who doesn't enjoy
drawing a big, naked, hairy samurai?
Nothing to talk about. As usual. I'm gone.
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