August 31, 2005
I'm rendering out some test sequences from Deadroom at 24fps at the moment, for a reasons that will probably (but may not) end up amounting to nothing. I downloaded the Magic Bullet demo to do the conversions with; good lord, this thing is amazing! Why didn't I have this before? I also downloaded the Saphhire plug-in package the other day; After Effects keeps getting more and more fun to use (at least until these demos expire).
Classes begin in six hours; I'm finally continuing my baby steps towards that English Literature degree. I spent so much money on books today that I'm almost glad that one of the classes I was going to take filled up before I could register for it - I don't know that I want this daunting (but exciting) stack to get any taller; History Of Western Civiliaztion II requires eight books alone. That's probably nothing shocking to all you collegiate types out there, but I'm a bit rusty when it comes to academia...I've been learning on my own terms for quite a while.
So now we'll get to see if I can balance course work with editing the short essay film I'm currently working on (which, for the past four weeks, I've been saying will be done in two), completing the short I've tentatively scheduled to shoot the weekend of September 9th, getting pre-production work and rehearsals underway for The Outlaw Son, and helping James and Yen develop their upcoming projects (Yen's already has a temporary website and a shooting date). No problem...
...I say now. By noon tomorrow (I mean today), I may be singing a different tune.
Speaking of tunes, allow me to relate the following brief anecdote. While waiting to register on Monday morning, I was writing in one of the lounge areas at the university. Some girl sat down at the piano there and casually began to play Fiona Apple's Never Is A Promise, a song which, despite its slightly overwrought melodramatic style, I still have quite a soft spot for, and which I used to be able to play sort of decently. So. I thought I would walk over to tell her I appreciated her playing and to ask her if she was a fan and looking forward to the new album. And I did so, and I managed to not stammar too terribly (the way I always do when I talk to anyone I don't know, and most of the time with those I do), subconsciously transferring my nervous energy to my hands and my mobile phone. To put a stop to this fidgeting, I dropped my phone into my pocket - where it promptly fell through the hole in that pocket, down the leg of my slacks and onto the brick floor, where the battery broke off and effectively put an end to my attempts at casually laudatory small talk.
This is why I'm terrible at meeting people; that kind of thing always happens. Other folks can turn little accident like that into charming bits of improvised physical comedy, but not I. I think the only place I can ever manage to be collected in public is on film sets. Well, not really - I just wanted to say that.
Posted by David Lowery at August 31, 2005 1:16 AM
Comments
You didn't get her number then?
I suppose you wouldn't have been able to call her even if you did.
Posted by: Matt at August 31, 2005 4:25 AM
good luck w/ classes david! i know how daunting it can seem to suddenly go back after a long break.
Posted by: brad at August 31, 2005 8:58 AM