| "Snap, I have to call my mom." "HA! I like that. 'Snap'." "It's what the young people are saying." |
[May. 11th, 2008|11:01 pm] |
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| | Daft Punk - Television Rules The Nation/Crescendolls (Alive 2007) | ] |
-Fairly big news. Andrew came back for a few days on a short stop as he has business on the east coast. The last several weeks have been some pretty significant venting and ironing out of issues we went through over the past ten(!!) months of post-production on separate continents. Last night we went out to Norm's in Westwood and basically went over everything possible in terms of the next step. (I also pushed him to take some dance classes or some ballroom when he gets back to Indonesia. It's just a good thing to know.)
The movie is done but we decided on doing some select test viewings to see how varied the responses are and to get an indication if we absolutely must do any last second changes. NOT OVER YET. Also truthfully this movie is so damn weird/different that we're petrified of showing it to large groups of people. The whole making the feature and now planning for festivals, neither of us have done this before and it's all one new scary ass step at a time. Daunting shit. The fun never stops.
Gay.
-In the wake of all this it occurred to me how much better everything has become. I had to gradually find a way to put the beginning of the year (aka absolute HELL) and all that drama behind me. Coming to terms with it around my birthday and mellowing out was something I couldn't have predicted in terms of how it happened but I'm glad it finally did. While I was pulling my face off months ago I KNEW that things would eventually get better, hills and valleys and all that, the main challenge was finding the mental muscle to power through the absolute worst period of it in March. The waiting was interminable but I'm not getting that time back so fuck it. No dwelling. Next step.
( SHOW WEEK. WHOO. Latest on the tappin' and the tangoin'. )
Edit: Added a dance tag for all Tap/Tango/Pierce College entries. The School tag (as in Old School) is again exclusively for nostalgia/GI Joes/high school and the like.
Edit edit:
[00:42] AJ> seriously though every time i see a post of yours with a lj-cut i know there's gonna be something awesome behind it
[00:43] Esco> oh I don't know
[00:43] AJ> well let's say like 75% if you wanna doubt yourself
[00:43] Esco> someday I'll just put a giant wang behind a cut
[00:43] AJ> LOL
[00:43] Esco> all "HI AJ" underneath |
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| The Saga: Year 28 |
[Apr. 29th, 2008|09:05 pm] |
Happy Birthday to ME, goddammit.
Work was great. There were about sixty background to fill up Union Station and its tracks. Shoot went without significant incident, they fed us very well (fricking succulent ribs for lunch today, hgghallhaggal), and the majority of the other extras were cool people. Easiest $16.25 an hour there is to make if you go there prepared and with the right attitude. Waking up that first day is a bitch though. Got only 45 minutes the first night but managed 7 hours the second.
Problem with working background is there's always at least ONE guy, at worst a small group, of retards. It's either A) The jabbering & overbearing loudmouth who won't shut up about bumps/pay scales/rates/his past gigs and is such a persistent & tragic failure at being funny that you would give a kidney to mute him - AND/OR B) The chronic complainer who is nothing but miserable and angry at any/everything: "This is an outrage they can't treat us like this I'm going to file a complaint with the union I'm an important man I'm going to file a complaint" blah blah DICK. We had those guys but The Complainer didn't get recalled and everybody ignored The Loudmouth the second day. Majority was a good bunch of seasoned folks who knew the score.
That was a good gig to get back into doing background work. My attitude about it is totally different, particularly after having the sign shop job for a year and a half. Doing background you realize there are FAR worse ways of making a living. I am in no way anywhere near as badly stressing my ass off like I did at the sign shop and that crap was $9/hr. Union background plus typical overtime is usually around $200 a day. Also it helps that I no longer feel like I need to be competitive, that was what absolutely killed me about stunt hustling and hustling in general. I am totally down with easy grinding and making some comfy bread with no ego-mangling.
Anyway hopefully this will become a fairly regular thing but in the meantime I'm still looking into alternate jobs so I can branch out in my experiences. Have to mail that packet to Art Center College of Design tomorrow.
It appears that women over 50 can pretty accurately guess my age. Sandy in tap guessed it last weekend. I was hanging out with another extra named Darlene most of today and it went;
"How old do I look?"
"SEVENTEEN."
"All right, how old do I SOUND?"
"Twenty-eight."
"Exactly right."
Most people guess around 24-25. Good genes. I could play 18 if I don't speak.
It's nice being even-numbered again. I am seriously mad that the latter half of 27 imploded. Seriously mad. I feel like it was taken from me and my plans were shit on and burned. I feel like I have to restart a lot of things; my ambitions, my goals, what direction my talents should go in. Passing Go and collecting $200. I got this resentment flowing in my blood and it is not good for me. I have to do big things for myself and get my fate back squarely into my own hands. I have GOT SHIT TO DO. DRRRRRRRRRRRRGH.
Anyway my eyes hurt and I am tired from a 14-hour day so I'm probably just going to knock out. Hot time.
'06 rules still apply: Stand tall, stride with purpose, act decisively, speak without fear. |
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| 'Cuz yooooooou make me feeeel... so brand neeewwwww-hoo-hoo-hoo-ooooo |
[Apr. 15th, 2008|12:55 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Al Green - Let's Stay Together | ] |
-Bleedin' 99 degrees last Sunday. 4-6 months from now when it's actually summer, WHOO boy fun time in the triple digits y'all
-Finally got Achewood Vol. 8 in the mail, managed to nab a first edition after all (135 of 150). I spent an hour on a mad hunt for Yotsuba Vol. 6. Its release date was supposed to be 2/25/08. Amazon's listing originally said 'available in 1 to 2 months', which then changed to NO estimate on availability. According to Borders there are none in any store and none at the distributors. Barnacles.
-Looks like the planning for the PVHS 10-year reunion finally started. I used to be enthusiastic about it for years but now I could really care less since I'm readily in touch with almost all of my friends anyway. Doesn't feel like there's much reason to go.
Sunday is the best day of the week. We're already down to just four rehearsals left.
The (engineering) routine is going swimmingly for only a few, a lot of folks are having trouble committing it to memory. It seems most people are relying on following each other instead of listening to the music so if one person's off-time then a bunch of them will follow. Also it leaves little room for character when everyone's staring at the feet of the person in front of them. It sucked when I was leading my half of the room and there was just dead silence behind me. I'm optimistic though, if anything we can drill the hell out of it until it gets ingrained in everyone's muscle memory. Each dance routine is only 3 minutes long. There are approx. 17 pieces in the whole show. With introductions and bows it will probably end up being over 90 minutes.
Tango routine had been slow going for a while because of people missing and our being stuck in a rehearsal room that was WAY too small for nine couples. We have the big awesome room for two weeks though which allowed us to complete the routine for the first time. It seems almost tragically short now.
My lead counterpart Anya finally came and she picked up the slack with little difficulty. Funny thing is that neither of us have done any ballroom dancing before this. Anya comes from a ballet and Russian folk dancing background. She has no idea why Julia wanted her as a lead but figured she'd try something new. Needless to say she's more than capable enough and we managed to get through it without stepping on each other's toes. Looks like there shouldn't be any problems ironing out the steps in the next month, there are only some spacing problems relative to the other couples that need work. We really should have two hour rehearsals instead of 90 minutes.
Hot day, hot ladies, the best of times.
( edit: Bunch more pictures under the cut, on a roll ) |
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| Tife and Limes: Sinusitis 101, Narcissism 201 |
[Apr. 9th, 2008|11:58 pm] |
-I've been listening to a ton of Al Green lately. You could say I'm feeling down.
-So Sunday night some acute sinusitis bloomed in my skull. At first I was afraid it was a sore throat because my esophagus felt scratchy but when I woke up Monday my nose was plugged and trying to shatter itself from the congestion. Worst sinus congestion I've had in years. It felt like there was a fist INSIDE my head that was pushing out of my nasal cavity. The worst thing about it was the rest of me was perfectly fine. No real headache, just a distracting pain in the front half of my face. Went through a box and a half of kleenex, spent an hour in the shower inhaling steam and flushing salt water through each nostril. Trying to get to sleep Monday night was the worst. When I woke up on Tuesday, my nose was halfway cleared up. The congestion faded in and out so I Vitamin C bombed myself and slept half the day. By evening the congestion was completely gone and today I've just been occasionally blowing my nose. I haven't been sick for over two years and BY GOD I'M-A SHUT YOUR ASS DOWN, SINUSITIS! TWO DAYS IS ALL YOU GET! *Cho Reppa Dan infinite*
-For the winter months I was going to the ghetto gym twice a week and my workouts moved to an every-other-day schedule (Gym Tu & Th, Dance Sat) which amounted to about 2-3 hours a day of mixed cardio and strength. I haven't been to the gym in about a month and during that time went back to daily exercise (Upper body M-W-F, Abs & Core Tu-Th-Sat) with dance/legs Sat & Sun. Each day during the week is only approx. 20 minutes a day. Weekend classes are 2-4 hours of hams & calves.
Doing less lengthy but more concentrated workouts with steady regularity feels a lot better and the results have been more pronounced. I also doubled my ab/core routine because the old one just didn't get me tired anymore. Still no weights, no equipment, no change in diet. Low maintenance = el way to go.
It is patently ridiculous how my right tricep looks like a liver.
I'm not genetically prone to having a six pack (unlike Sam, aka UNDISPUTED HIGH KING AND OVERLORD OF ALL ABS AND THEIR SURROUNDING TERRITORIES). I have to really grind to get definition on the bottom four. If I slow down at all, my stomach will turn into a 2-piece slab. I don't lose any ability but the definition dries up quick. The new core routine is progressing pretty well so I'm going to adjust it a little and keep it up. It's a nice confidence boost to see my abs without flexing so hard I get hemorrhoids. |
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| Tife and Limes: Hot Pockets |
[Mar. 27th, 2008|02:54 pm] |
-I mopped. It was awesome. There's only so much you can do with a 30-year old floor but I scraped off a lot of old crusty stains. Got down in the muck and gouged them out when I had to.
-Allergies are kicking like a mule. Sneezing fits and violently clearing my sinuses every few hours. Hot like summer with spring symptoms. Having a ball!
-It is about time to gather up and sell some junk that's been lying about for too long. Bunch of stuff I can just throw out. Feels good to periodically expunge that which has become unnecessary. My PS2 hasn't read anything consistently in a year. I even cracked it open and did the laser re-alignment with a screwdriver. It's not like I really need it anymore though, everything runs on the PS3.
-I'm basically rambling at this point because yesterday I got hit by a lot of stark realities all at once and I'm still pretty depressed after all this time (periodic self-motivational speeches aside). My only good times are on the weekends these days and even those events are so fleeting it hurts. The past five months have been emotionally draining in the worst way and I can't even get excited about good news or shake off this vague and impending sense of doom. I'd like my prevailing sense of accomplishment any day now! God! Little help!
-Got a lead on a new job, gotta practice a bit and make some phone calls tomorrow. I HATE calling people about business but it MUST BE DONE. Ugh. |
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| That ball was on the line! Come on! |
[Mar. 25th, 2008|10:30 am] |
Some recent drawrngh:
Whiteboard Dragon
Not Far From The Truth: Side Effects
(of engineering!)
While I was gone last week my sister moved in and replaced King Douchebag. We've just about finished cleaning up and rearranging everything. I have a proper living room now. All the bills and loose ends were tied up yesterday (the DWP visit was a quick and painless process, surprisingly) and I am now soundly in control of my expenses.
And what better way to mark a new era than OLD SCHOOL DOUBLES
(We lost 2-6, 0-6, then forfeit)
Driving mom to the airport today. The very last bit of work on the kitchen post-inspection remodeling was finished a half hour ago so I can finally GET MY MOP ON. And if a floor was EVER overdue for a severe mopping, it's mine.
( The Douchebag is gone, huzzah! )
A NEW ERA OF HAIRLESS COUNTERTOPS AND CLEAN FLOORS! TIL ALL ARE ONE! |
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| Tife and Limes: Look left, look right, glare. Arr. |
[Mar. 9th, 2008|04:48 pm] |
Jesus I didn't even know about daylight savings. Good thing I got up at eight.
I'm pretty sure Spring has hit two weeks early. It's been HOT around here, really windy, and my nose has been running all day for the past half a week. My allergies are having a bleedin' party. Still not proper sick and I missed that flu or cold or whatever that a lot of people had, so my streak maintains.
Well that was the easiest audition ever. It was basically a formality in my case because my teacher had already decided that under no circumstances was I NOT to be in her (engineering) routine for the Spring Dance Concert in May. Also we spent all of class yesterday learning the intermediate audition routine anyway. Today I arrived early and JUST missed Julia's audition but she nonetheless demanded that I be included at all costs. Kept on prodding me to agree to a lead role, mostly due to my stage presence, but I want to see what I'm up against during the first rehearsal next Sunday.
I don't even know if it can be considered much of an audition for anyone else either. Everyone who showed knew their left from their right and got in just for coming. Great turnout. The teach and I were kind of worried for a while there that we'd have a handful at best but suddenly all these (engineers) who hadn't (engineered) in ages came out of the woodwork and went nuts. This one girl Holly was unstoppable and kept (engineering) until the last person had left, she hadn't done it in so long. I know what it's like to get that great feeling of familiarity- putting on an old pair of shoes and finding they fit just as well as they used to. Rehearsals are going to be fun as hell. Also, hanging around two dozen female dancers all afternoon is good times.
The only difficult thing I can foresee is getting synchronization on the intermediate parts because it was an uncommon change to the usual rhythm of a broadway: shuf-fle-HEEL-heel-spank-HEEL-stab-heel-STAMP (and a one and a two and a three), as opposed to ye olde shuf-FLE-heel-HEEL-spank-HEEL-stab-HEEL. Sandy was giving me a hernia by how inconsistently she had it. Mainly when Emily came and stared at her she'd lose it.
I tried to do the advanced routine because I know I could get it with a half hour's practice easy, I'm just not adept enough to immediately grab it. It was like shuffle right ball change, maxi turn left, Irish right, five count riff left, shuffle cramp roll right, spank right heel left, seven count riff right (to the SIDE blegh), stamp left, hop right stamp left. There is NO PAUSE from the shuffle cramp roll up to the first stamp. Holly and I were picking it apart for a little bit and it's just that the seven count riff doesn't want to happen for two reasons: when riffing to the side, we both feel like doing a flap to start, and after the riff it feels right to do a broadway spank-heel-stab-heel instead of ending with a stamp. I am going to get this fucking thing, I tell you.
edit: Why the fuck is it that even with the powers of the internet at my disposal I cannot simply find a picture of Spongebob going "WHOO!" with his arms outstretched? There are a million "YAY!" type pictures. Son of a bitch. I'm sure he ran back and forth going "WHOO!" at some point, like an episode where he (mistakenly) got some kind of award or his license or something. Also, OH MY GOD IT'S COMING RIGHT FOR US
edit edit: These are More Than Meets The D'AAAWWWWWWWWW |
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| Tife and Limes: A big pile of random shit |
[Mar. 1st, 2008|09:16 am] |
-Still having difficulty mashing an outline together. All three ideas are good, they're all concepts I want to execute at some point, but at the same time no single idea stands out from the rest. I don't have the right inspiration yet.
-New wallpaper up. Art gallery 2 will go up next, I'll probably wait longer than usual though because I'm essentially out of updates after that until the trailer can come out. Unless I figure out something else to slap together. Maybe a coloring contest? .....
-Announced at Toy Fair 2008: Full Auto Nerf Vulcan. I want one and I don't even have a use for it. There's a Nerf modding community that extends the range up to twice as far, also doing repaints & modular conversions and so on, particularly with the Longshot. I'd want an AC Adapter socket put in the Vulcan because it's going to require SIX D batteries. That is bleedin' expensive. I'd also get it painted up like a SAW. Then, well, I'd need to find someone to shoot at. *Looks blatantly at Sam*
-Check the description:
Man, I WISH my computer had a steering wheel and all those gauges and shit. That would be much more interesting. Imagine the size of the manual.
-My filthy, inconsiderate douchebag roommate of three years is finally moving out. I'll wait to expound on how terrible he is until he's finally hauled all his crap out of here. Still looking for a new roomie, need to find one by the 15th, but very few people want to move out to my end of the valley. Might have to go to craigslist. My rent is as low as it conceivably gets for a place this size and I have a great relationship with the landlord so I do not want to give it up yet. I don't mind living out here, basically on the edge of Canoga Park and Woodland Hills. You can basically find anything just by going two blocks south. Our kitchen just got a mold inspection and some of the drywall is getting replaced so it's a great time for someone new to come in. After that I can FINALLY take a mop to these floors and walls without fear of them getting ruined the next day by fucking hair and juice spills and beef stew and so on. Good riddance. |
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| PRODUCTIVITY DAMN YOU |
[Feb. 17th, 2008|01:23 am] |
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| | The rumbling throes of aggressive red-eyed excogitation | ] |
WHY ARE THERE SO FEW HOURS IN A DAY
Ambiance: Pride GP 2003, Dr. Strangelove (you are the best satire ever), 2001 (for I don't know how many-eth times), Newsradio seasons 1-5 (twice), The Big Lebowski
Breaks: Read the entirety of Genshiken. Art-wise the first book is odd and sometimes almost generic looking, but it became consistent by the second book. Good stuff.
Also: Nya ha ha. Nya ha HO! FANCY PLANS THE NEXT, FUCKERS! IT BEGINS!
My mouse hand is cramping up SO HORD
AAAAARRRRRGGH CHOKE LIFE HAPPEN MAKE HARDER
*viscerally strangles invisible things in the air* |
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| Tife and Limes: You feel me |
[Feb. 8th, 2008|02:56 pm] |
There's something about the colloquialism "You feel me" which really grates on my nerves, but only when used at the end of every bleedin' sentence.
Accidentally ran into one of the people in my building whom I had never met before but had heard often as he periodically screams at his wife. Dude was a corpulent pasty white guy who immediately unloaded all his problems on me: "And it's like, a nigga just moved in, you feel me, and like it's just a constant battle every day, you feel me, and like she's trying to give me her old dishes and shit, you feel me, like I ain't an 18 year old medical patient who makes three grand a year- no, month, you feel me"
No I don't feel you.
Gym rocked and made up for the farce on Tuesday. It only really got good toward the end though because there was this loud, rail-thin & very aggressive Asian hip-hop dancer who took up a lot of the floor and spent about twenty minutes yelling into her phone: "And it's like naw, you feel me, she can only do like half a routine and I'm like that's bullshit, you feel me, I mean I'm busting flips now and shit, you feel me, and I'm going to rock a fucking audition like how I want to, you feel me, I mean that's all I want and you know I ain't gonna talk no shit about nothin you feel me BUT" (proceeds to talk more shit than I've ever heard in my life)
Man, I REALLY couldn't feel her. Wouldn't ever. Loud angry shit-talking Asian chicks, man. It was great when she finally packed up her cappuccino and left.
Now the fun part about gym was teaching stuff to Naomi and Xochi. Xochi's great because although she can be trepidatious about some things she's not familiar with (i.e. lowering into queda de rins from bananeira or au), she'll try them eventually and really work on the fundamentals. Naomi on the other hand is self-admittedly easily bored and likes to do things once or twice then demand something new. Although that really irritated me before, now I take great glee in throwing more stuff at her than she can comprehend. Xochi and I were pointing out her lack of patience constantly. Still I was surprised at how things that were fundamental to me were uncommon to them, like just starting a combination with esquiva baixa-troca.
First time I saw this move it was by a guy 6'2" who weighed 200 lbs. That was a sight.
I'm getting pretty comfortable with this. I want to combo out of it eventually. |
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| Tife and Limes: GOOOBAMA aw fuck |
[Feb. 6th, 2008|01:58 pm] |
-Funniest crossover segment of a late-night comedy show ever.
-Finally got the flip-flappin' ZG Gallery back up. Went on a productivity bender Tuesday and spent til like 3 a.m. today finishing it up. Still waiting on some pictures from people, hopefully to bolster it now that we've had a nice bunch of professional jobs.
-A ton of people I know are dropping from the flu right now. I got hit the hardest ever by the flu in February 2005 and haven't been sick since. IN YOUR FACE, FLU SEASON *punches and thrashes the air* I WILL SURVIVE
-Gym BLEW. NOBODY came. Alvaro and Naomi were there for like an hour and left early to go to a Capoeira show in Santa Monica. Only one person showed up for the adult class. Belgian was absent, 88 Kilo Man is injured, Farouk is still who knows where. It was so dead that gym closed early at eight, I was the only person doing anything while Coach listened to that old unfunny cunt complain about her mother.
 I've had enough dead-energy days at open gyms to just fucking power through it on sheer stubbornness. Nothing to do about it when the rest of the people don't even try and ultimately bail, freaking chumps. This is why NOTHING GETS DONE. 
edit: Happy Chinese New Year? Tonight? Is that right? Huh. |
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| Tife and Limes: I still want to have sex with Maura Tierney. |
[Feb. 3rd, 2008|10:16 pm] |
Back on January 21st, a genesis:
[13:49] Esco> I actually liked GZUS
[13:49] cka> BLAQ
[13:49] cka> VCRS
[13:49] Esco> it sounds out when you say it and it isn't terribly obvious
[13:49] cka> FRUT
[13:50] cka> I wish I could congest "goatse" into 4 letters
[13:50] cka> 3OE!
[13:51] Internet> ok, I'm down with GZUS
[13:51] * Esco seconds
[13:52] Esco> and today... the stunningest, ballsiest, most averagest 2-man clan was born
[13:52] Internet> haha
( Call of Duty 4 is that game everyone is talking about )
-Apparently that huge storm we were supposed to get today whittled away into like a fifth of what it was predicted to be. The weather reports dropped the ball on several allegedly severe storms over the past month. I am glad though because this means the gym won't be any spongier or fishier than it has been lately, and the owner can be inexplicably stubborn about not taking preventative measures against the damp. I'm trying to keep the possibility of mold open, just so everyone stays aware in case some people start dropping from respiratory ailments or allergic reactions. I like wondering how much it would cost to renovate that ancient building anyway. Warped-ass floor.
-I wonder if I have moderate DSPS. It's been fairly consistent in my life to fall into a four a.m. to twelve noon schedule.
Buy 1 Get 1 Free man not an event to be missed
-Best ensemble cast of a sitcom. SCREW Seinfeld. Going through the commentaries now (about fifty of them total). The gag reels on these sets are the best extras on any box set I've seen, they each run about twenty minutes. I had every episode of the first four seasons on VHS and only 1/4 of the fifth because dumb ass NBC changed the timeslot ELEVEN TIMES that season. Season Five is somewhat uneven but has some really good episodes in there, particularly the Johnny Johnson mini-arcs. I'm a big Jon Lovitz fan but there was simply no replacement for Hartman, the cocksure and take-charge adversary for Dave. But to the writers' credit, they didn't just create a similar archetype after hiring Lovitz although his neurotic character didn't mesh well with the dynamic. I didn't really like how Dave had evolved into a predominantly angry and spiteful guy, but it did make sense over the entire series. A kick-start in New Hampshire would've been great. NBC just mucked it up so hard.
edit: Trying to write while listening to commentary transforms me into the Emperor of run-on sentences. |
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| Tife and Limes: GNNNNGH. |
[Feb. 1st, 2008|03:33 pm] |
-Well the movie got hit with a big delay, nothing I can do about it but wait. After working on it for so long and being so close to completion, I get paranoid and anxious every time something gets in the way. It's like the download bar freezing at 99%. Not to mention my next path in life will depend upon how the movie is received so I'm even more uptight, my very fate hinging on the biggest project I've ever helmed melodrama melodrama. There's no work to be had, times are tough, frustrated doesn't BEGIN to describe it. The next two months are going to feel like a YEAR. Still, if I were in Andrew's situation I would do the same thing so I can't fault him. Big opportunity comes up, gotta jump on it.
Yes yes perhaps all for the best yes right I know right. Gotta muster the strumgth.
-After the above news I signed up for ENGINEERING again in the spring semester. I figured I might as well. Do some more socializing and find different things to focus on before I drive myself CRAZY.
-Gym is dank, dark, and smells pretty bad, but times there have been pretty darn good the past month or two. Been going every Tuesday and Thursday. A lot of the Batuqueiros show up now and they're good company. Batuque pays less attention to acrobatics & floreio and favor a more offensive/defensive game so there's a lot of volta porscima-esque shit I can gleefully drill into them. One skill I think is very important to know, period, is lowering into queda de rins and attaining that balance. Once you have that, you can save yourself out of messing up almost anything- you can go to the ground and right into a role or escape without losing your flow.
Bally well fixed that nonsense. I should wear green more often.
Tuesday was much drilling of the Sam on his side flip and dispensing of critical hip-oriented advice. Thursday I watched old videos and decided to get all my old extremely difficult floor combos back. Phil, Shiggy, Belgian and I went to Quiznos afterward (can you believe they have NEVER BEEN?? What kind of world only has Subway and Togos??). Phil and I were discussing some moves we have never achieved after years of struggle. Mine basically come down to some combos: 1. Mariposa-Gainer Full (sorta want) 2. Relogio-Au Giratoria (probably never) 3. Au Sem Mao-Full Twist (must get). Goals! Goals are good.
Anyway in the middle of getting my Tekken on with the fellas. Report tomorrow. |
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| Tife and Limes: Good weekend for music. Fucking RAIN. |
[Jan. 26th, 2008|02:42 pm] |
ROCK.
RO BOT ROCK.
(cymbal crash)
-Daft Punk: Musique Vol. 1 includes a DVD with every video on it except Aerodynamic (guess they wanted to leave a reason to watch Interstella 5555). Their videos for Human After All, besides Robot Rock, are fucking CREEPY AS HELL. Channeling Cronenberg. *shudder* Anyway. DP's remix of Mothership Reconnection is hot stuff.
-BUDOS BAND. If you're into Afro-Soul, or soul music, or have a goddamn soul, check them out. This stuff is solid substance in audio form. Meaty instrumentals. I burned half the album onto a compilation for the gym. A lot of it is not far from early breakbeats. I also like how the Daptone label has this 60's motif going on with their packaging.
( Weekly gym report, tatsu makis, swiping to the side, etc )
Man is it past 2 already I need to get some lunch |
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| Insomnia and orange soda days with blu-rays and light haze |
[Jan. 9th, 2008|01:06 am] |
-HOME STRETCH. It is some hard and tenacious times. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. There are bears in the tunnel. WHY ARE THERE BEARS? Fuck!
-Jesus criminy I have been fighting off a sore throat for three days. I've got this annoying itch in the back of my throat but I have kept it from becoming a full blown infection. I will goddamn RETAIN my unsick streak. It's been nearly three(!) years since I was sick. Not being sick? That's SERIOUS BUSINESS. And I am SERIOUS. BUSINESS.
Fwoooooo I bet most people can't even tell what that is
Gym was freezing and damp. We had our big winter rain over the last weekend and the ROOF LEAKED at the gym on Friday. A third of the floor got soaked. The mats and tramps were spongy and the whole place STANK like whoa. There was a noble cleanup effort on Saturday I hear but we could still use some industrial heaters on this ghetto floor. I'm hoping there's not going to be a mold problem. The floor itself could definitely use replacing regardless but I doubt there are enough funds for such an endeavor.
Wet socks and chilly limbs aside, it was a fun time. Belgian, 88 Kilo Man, Frenchie (learned it's spelled Farouk, I was pretty close) and a whole mess of people from Batuque were there. We did our best. There was hefty analysis on corkscrews and twisting things. Brazilibrium claims black people can jump exceedingly well but do not have the Asian man's intrinsic ability to spin as quickly and efficiently. There was a ton of crashing by said negro and a lot of ribbing whenever I or Pacific did anything. Trying to talk me into doing a cheat 720 twist like I don't know what the risks & ramifications are with that trick. We'll talk summer at the soonest with THAT freakout. The majority of the gang got their second wind within the last twenty minutes. It was tough but we overpowered the conditions with positivity and jokes for days. Damp aside, Thursday seems very likely. Hope there's some time to air the place out before then.
( A veritable blu-ray bonanzana. Pirates and Rats and some other crap ) |
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[Dec. 19th, 2007|09:28 pm] |
-Skipped gym. It was raining balls and I read an article about something over two hundred accidents by that afternoon because our responsible driving populace was speeding in the rain.
-Did more Christmas shopping today, I'm about 80% done I guess. It has been less of a gift card bonanza this year and a more "Eh, what the hell" kind of process.
-I have grown to hate Christmas music. I wouldn't hate Christmas music if such things as soprano sax & light rock instrumental interpretations of every song did not exist/were not played in stores.
-Ozomatli tomorrow! GLEE. I will probably get there three hours early and loiter around because SCREW traffic. I absolutely hate being late to anything I paid money for.
-After I got home this afternoon I spontaneously labored on a pencil sketch of a slightly miffed Baroness and it turned out hella times better than I thought. So much so that I looked up and it was eight and I had FORGOTTEN TO EAT. Still, rare thing to have a freehand sketch turn out to my satisfaction. If I get inspired again I'll take a stab at inking it and see how that results.
That's a G3 w/HK79 or G3TGS I think it's called
-It is really difficult to stop playing Call of Duty 4 online after a few games. The maps are really well thought out. Every building has entrances on multiple sides and the highest points are very visible so snipers/campers have a harder time than in other games and have to be on the move quite a bit. I've only put in about ten hours so far, currently at 2nd Lieutenant (Lv 26). The challenges are a great incentive. Can't wait to get that sodding P90. A couple days ago I was REALLY on a roll and now my kill ratio is like 1.16 (112 kills more than deaths). Good times. My only cons are that I cannot mute the other people's mics (some people love having emphysema into the mic or let their toddlers babble into it the whole match, volume control barely does shit) and very often the game will throw all the prestige people or high scorers into the same team. What is THAT shit about. Had my whole team bounce on me once because they were getting murdered so hard. Fortunately, rank is more indicative of playtime frequency than skill as I've seen plenty of high ranking dudes play terribly and get consistently bad scores. One session I had this clan of 3 guys lose to my team about four times in a row, pretty badly too, and their post-game mic chatter was hilarious.
I've only called in a chopper twice but those things are sweet as hell. Also, taking down a chopper with small arms fire alone is a hugely satisfying thing. Killing someone with a grenade launcher before the grenade goes off is great (*CHUP* +10!). One of the funniest things that happened so far was I managed to kill THREE guys during Last Stand. They were all like doing the box step and reloading instead of shanking me on the ground. You can get almost three magazines off during Last Stand. Also, while in Last Stand and managing to STAB somebody is laugh-out-loud shit. I have yet to try the suicide grenade perk even though I fall for it all the time because I have a tendency to kill people up close but GET killed at a far distance where a grenade would do no good. |
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| Yes, a fine career in engineering. On weekends. |
[Dec. 16th, 2007|10:15 pm] |
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| | Rose Royce - I Wanna Get Next To You | ] |
( At LONG LAST...and after many threats of physical violence from friends and family alike... ENGINEERING REVEALED! )
-Tuesday looks like periodic bouts of rain but I might go to gym anyway. If not, then Saturday. Thursday is nay, because there is MAD OZOMATLI SUCKAS
-Speaking of Ozomatli, I was completely denied on the hot lady friend Saturday for reasons familiar. ZGRFLKBL.
-It is kind of amazing how people will both overdress and underdress in a Los Angelean winter. Today I saw just as many people wearing enormous North Face jackets with fuzzy hoods as I did idiots wearing skirts and boots who complained about their legs freezing. Fifty degrees! Sometimes forty-five! My Canadian friends are howling. |
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| AND WE'LL SPEH-HEND TO-MOR-ROWW... TOGEH-THERRRRRR (always forever and) EH-HE-HE,EH-HE-HE,VER-HERRRR |
[Dec. 11th, 2007|10:01 pm] |
Did a little bit of Christmas shopping this morning. Watched about fifty parents looking for Wiis go apeshit on the UPS guy at Gamestop. Also bought a 2GB Micro SD card for my cell phone.
Mrs.Fields is the SHIT.
First shot I ever took with my phone. Not at all terrible. Range sucks, but what can you do. Nothing to rely on with regularity, although useful for concert situations. Wish I had this when I saw DHC back in '04.
Soundtrack is in the works. Most of it looks to be done by New Year's. This last month is the most excruciating wait, but all the final gears are in motion. That in itself is a relief. I've had enough relative panic moments over the past year.
This week, working on my final until I've got it rock solid. Probably get the rest of my shopping done soon. Ticket's bought to go home for X-Mas. Things are in order.
Whugh.
Too cold for gym. Rocked the abs at home and had the most delicious pasta ever. Great to be alive.
( Some self-reflection on goals, a work ethic, and a sense of worth ) |
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[Dec. 9th, 2007|01:56 pm] |
It was an inordinately long process with many midday headaches involved, but by Friday I was finally waking up at a reasonable hour.
-Class was a review for the final and I rocked the bastard because I was completely awake. I was actually expecting more people to be missing by now, but we're only short two folks who have already taken the course. I'm pretty surprised by the ones who have been struggling badly the whole semester but really stuck through the worst of it. Admirable effort.
-After class I went to Borders on an impulse and discovered Yotsuba Vol.5 is out. WHOO! Feel-good books are the best books. Man, she's irate in this one. The Yanda chapter was gut-busting. Also, these are awesome. (Don't need 'em though. Priorities.)
-Ozomatli is coming to the House of Blues on the 20th/21st! AUGH freaking assload of additional service/building/b.s. charges. Going to see if I can get a hot lady friend to come with.
-Taking full advantage of my early-getting-upness, this morning I took a swing at the recently released PS3 theme editor and slapped something the hell up. It turned out pretty dang nice. I might eventually release this on the site for the hell of it.
Swanky |
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