Pratt!

I was eating White Castle chicken rings on the hood of a U-Haul in Bed-Stuy last night across the street from Pratt around midnight. I watched some drug sells and a guy tried to sell us a TV. Crude jokes were made about how glass blowers make money and drunken bedwetters were made fun of. At one point I laughed soda into my sinuses and after yelling "there's coke in my nose!" I decided it wasn't the right neighborhood to keep repeating the phrase. I did give devil horns and yelled Pratt to some white freshmen leaving White Castle. I really don't know why I did that.

I registered for classes yesterday... Mondays 6pm-7:50pm and Saturdays 10-12:40.

Early to rise...

This morning was our campus wide staff meeting at the Kips Bay Lowes Cineplex... this is not as easy for me to reach as my office is... plus I usually come into work at 10:30, but I had to be there at 8:30ish... This meant getting out of bed at 6:30am. I didn't really sleep much last night... we're watching the McMüller's dog while they are off having fun. We can't sleep with two dogs in the bed, so Mo(sephine) sleeps in her crate... Mo's crate is a travel dog kennel made of nylon and mesh which she is able to move about the house in using it as if it were a giant hampster wheel. She started in the kitchen and we heard her walk it to directly in front of our door... it took her less than a minute to meneuver this and in doing so she blocked us into our bedroom. Then she whined alllllll night. She pooped for me outside at 6:35am though! Previously (blogged) she's pooped in the house.

I'm lost in a pile of work that must get done before classes start in about a week.

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Everything above that line was written yesterday, but then the boss stepped into my office and I saved the draft real fast before I begain on the 1.5 hours of work that he gave me to do right as I was about to leave for home. I was going to leave at 5ish... I left at 6:30ish. The other day the boss gave me a backward compliment... something to the effect that Continuing Education Enrollement was up so much in the SUmmer that it put me on everybody's radar, and now Fall enrollment is already double what it was last year, and so I've set myself up... (he didn't say the following, but implied it) for failure.

Perhaps you've watched the red shoe Reel on my faux website? In it there is animation of a mother and daughter and the mother flies and turns into a stove... it was a project I did for a friend whose live action film needed animation for a dream sequence. It was actually really fun working with her as a director. I think the animation turned out beautifully... she had great ideas and even helped with making backgrounds and such... she storyboarded the whole scene... anyway, all that to say that I'm seeing her tonight when we go to have dinner with some friends... she's been in LA working for a (big name?) indie director who once worked as a stripper. I enjoy this ladies recent feature film, but I hear stories that she's quirky and hard to work for.
My friend's going to give me a copy of her film with my work in it and she's also going to give us our wedding video that she taped two years ago and has been editing since! hehehe Maybe one day we'll get our photos developed too.

I'm blogging to avoid work at this point.

Bu__Sh__:Redux

So I've recently finished teaching an intensive. It was wonderfully fun, and the students were great. I often get students who come from money or prestige or both. In one class I had a student who can be found in this picture. The only other hint I can give is that she is a direct descendant of our current Commander in Chief. In the same class I had the progeny of this woman. Good kids.

Note: Gracias Touchos, Mcmus y Himmy por helpo.

sooprgrll Friend Biography #3:Bettina

My first year and a half of college was spent at a private Catholic college in Pennsylvania. My first semester I had to take a writing seminar class. My teacher was a grad student named Bettina. She was plump and dowdy, with brown hair that was always going in gravity defying directions. Bettina and I hit it off. I payed attention in class and didn't talk too much. We used to get hot chocolate and sit in the cafeteria. She and her husband took me out for Chinese to celebrate me transferring to a different school. Bettina was a pop culture junkie, she was devastated when Gene Rayburn died. She was incapable of walking with an umbrella. Somehow it threw off her balance and she just couldn't walk. There were many times when we met and she was soaking wet. That was just how she rolled. She had really thick glasses with a maroon frame. They fit snugly over her perfecty button nose. She wore lots of broom skirts. I never saw her wear pants. I think the only reason I did well in her class was because we were friends.

I hope you are enjoying trivia under a cloudless sky Bettina.

itube

Well, I've done it. I'm online.
Someone made me a website, but part of me just hasn't cared enough about my work to put it out there... but today I found out that I could make a page easily with google (complete with generic layouts!). And then, using low quality youtube, I put my animations online too. Not sure how I feel about that yet... I never wanted them available online before, but now these films are old news, so why not? We'll see what happens. let me know what you think


http://jimmytheanimator.googlepages.com/

BeBe idiosyncrasies #2: Pees(ed) to Meet You

When we brought BeBe home for the first time, she promptly pooped in the living room and peed on a rug. She was told no, shown that she gets walked, and she was house broken for the next few months. Then, she suddenly decided to start peeing on our rugs everyday for 4 months or so... we began taking her out 3 times a day. She became house broken again and we were able to go back to walks in the morning and night. But now, she's developed an excitement pee. Occasionally when we come home from work, and almost always when we have a guest, she gets excited and urinates. Only little puddles, little trickles. Nothing major. The My Touchoses came over recently and BeBe was soooo excited she peed 3 times and puked once. They got to see her eat with her baby ball.

Spotting

Yesterday at work I spotted Rachael Ray and Didi Conn. Didi Conn's butt crack was showing. That was more of a spotting than I wanted.
I broiled chicken thanks to JB Fulmer and it was awesome!

Big Ad

Siggraph was fun... didn't explore Boston too much though... saw this and thought it was great http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=2138178994239730121 It might have been better on the big screen than pixelated on the tiny screen.

I want a scanner... Preferably with an automated document feeder.

or a cintiq! http://wacom.com/lcdtablets/index.cfm

2 years

The Wife and I are lying in bed together... BeBe is between my legs licking her butt. My twin sister and her husband are in Times Square at the moment. In 1 hour and 5 minutes it will be our 2nd year wedding anniversary and in 14 hours I'm leaving town on a business trip and won't return until Thursday evening. Blah.

"what do you want to say?"
*kiss kiss kiss (on my shoulder)*

So much for joint posting.

Dark Side

Someone has taken the time to post 43minutes of the Wizard of Oz with Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon playing with it... http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-4935715412555856092&hl=en
You have to admit that it's pretty fun. My mom and sisters and various friends watched Wizard of Oz with Dark Side of the Moon on occasions when I was a teen. It's good music and it does keep great time with the film.

I've got the Muppets playing...

Drawn.ca points us to a clever Clip Art video... http://oliverlaric.com/787cliparts.htm

My film She might be screened in August in L.A. and the same group may screen Jimmy's Nuts in the future. Also might be added to their DVD.

sooprgrll Friend Biography #2:Adam

I met Adam my freshman year of high school. I was new, he had been in that school system his whole life. I had the new girl funny thing down. He had the class clown thing down. We made fun of each other and got along heartily all 4 years. Adam did impressions, he was particularly adept at mimicking our history teacher who was deaf. It wasn't as mean as it sounds. He had a really warm smile and could put you at ease in no time. He was from the sticks so he did things like 4-H and I'm pretty sure at one point he drove a pick-up truck. We didn't keep in touch all that much after we graduated, ok, not really at all. But I thought fondly on him, something would make me think of him and I would smile and chuckle to myself. Adam was a good guy. A classic good guy. Not ridiculously so, just right. I got a call about 6 months ago from my best friend. I ignored the call. I listened to her message. Adam wrapped his car around a telephone pole and died on the scene. I went home and dug up my yearbooks. I found all of his pictures and cried. I'm still sad about it. I was one of the only kids from our small graduating class that didn't attend his funeral. I wrote a note on the online condolences, there is such a thing. On our online alumni directory his e-mail is still listed.

BeBe idiosyncrasies #1

When BeBe eats, she must have her yellow tennis ball with her (sometimes referred to as her baby). Unfortunately, due to the hilarity of our house, the kitchen floor is slanted, so when BeBe puts her ball on the ground next to her food dish, it rolls away. BeBe will put her baby ball down, watch it roll away as she takes quick bites of kibble, then run after it. She brings the ball back to her bowl and starts the cycle over. If she places the ball in the incorrect spot, it will roll under a shelf. She will then lay next to the shelf with ther legs and nose reaching as far under the shelf as she can get. If she can't reach the ball, she will begin whining... if we aren't in the room, she will begin barking. She cannot eat if the ball is out of her reach. She has had, on occasion, the genious to put the ball in the food bowl, but the drama is lost making this a technique she doesn't employ often.

(dedicated to the recently showered McMüllers who found this blog worthy)

I'm going on a post strike until The Wifest posts the next leg of her 'choose your own adventure' story.

On American Masters

Ertha Kitt (in her Ertha Kitty voice) - "... and I said to Jimmy, 'Jimmy, I don't like this car. This car is going to kill you." Speaking to her friend James Dean.

Other names used by friends of James Dean to refer to him in this PBS special... Jimmy James, Jiminey, Jim. These are also names used to address me at times. Don't call me Jim, that was my father... I don't care either way about Jiminey... I find Jimmy James amusing.

In Jimmy James' last movie, Giant, his cowboy character is playing with a rope while he talks to people. He nonchalantly puts a knot in the rope by flipping the end around, never actually using his hands on the knot.

Jimmy cherished The Little Prince the way many cherish the Bible. This documentary show chose to end Dean's story refering to this. They compare the ending of The Little Prince to the end of Jimmy's life. (l'll not give away the ending to Little Prince if you've not read it... you should read it.) But I'll say it was kind of a cheesy and odd way to end the show.

sooprgrll Friend Biography #1:Kat

i used to live in bed-stuy, brooklyn, in a three bedroom apartment with two of my college friends. one of them was kat. we had become fast friends over my last year of school. we would walk home from class and have dinner at this horrible dorm. she would have bowls and bowls of cereal. she was awesome. she worked at a sex shop for a while and i would ask her all about all the different dildos. i visited her while she was working and looked at the "edible underwear" which is really panty shaped fruit roll ups. she was very petite and pale, constantly changing her hair color, always wearing a black leather jacket. she was canadian so she articulated her consonants really well and would say canucky things like "pah-sta" and talk smack about the american healthcare system. kat was an actress, but one of the triple threat kind, sing like a doll, dance the dickens and act to boot, plus she was adorable (canadians!). she spent lots of time in her room listening to all sorts of punk music. our rent was split by the square foot of our rooms. hers was the lowest. i don't thing she ever really had a bed. more like mattresses stacked on the ground. she was the type of person that didn't really use hangars, instead she would pile things up. the few times i walked in her room i had to carefully navigate the patches of ground to step on lest i be swallowed alive by siouxsie sioux shirts. sitting on our other roommates' boy smelling futon we watched stargate, widescreen, on his 13 inch tv. we couldn't believe someone else liked that movie as much as the other one. kat and i aren't friends anymore, we had a stupid falling out over money. i hear occasional rumblings about her every so often.

wherever you are kat i wish much success and happiness in life.

and watching of stargate on a bigscreen tv.

double trouble

i was gonna blog about my double life but then i decided not too. instead i will tell of how i think the women's restroom at target is cleaned with hot pee. the women's restroom at target is cleansed with hot pee.

Motivation

I've decided to work on important changes in my life.

Also, though I'm not a fan of watching things in 3 inch that aren't meant to be seen that way, and though I wish you could scrub the videos, it's hard to really complain about this... the National Film Board of Canada (i'm so jealous of canadians for many reasons) has uploaded some of their most important works for all to see including films by Norman McLaren, Caroline Leaf, Paul Driessen, and many others... check it before you wreck it - http://www.nfb.ca/animation/objanim/en/films/index.php

pipe dreams

Tonight, the "my touchoses" walked me home. Mr. Touchos let me smoke one of his pipes on the walk... It's been over two years since I'd smoked a pipe, so I didn't pack it tight enough and had problems keeping it lit (It probably looked like I was smoking a hash pipe because of how many time I had the lighter to my bowl) but damn if it wasn't good. Once I got home I went straight to my old pipe, admired it, and have been walking around with it in my mouth. I may need to go buy some tobaco.

I've also drug my banjo into the living room for the week and have been pretending to work through the lessons every night this week. Problem is I'm tone deaf, so who knows if the thing is even in tune.

things I have done because I can because the wife's away

1. Fell asleep with the TV on.

2. Ate peanut butter on white bread.

b-day ya'll

So I didn't stay nice... I called the person that pissed me off and left a 'not mean' but 'not nice' voice mail for her. That was thursday right before I left work at 9pm... I believe I still have a job.

My birthday is next Saturday! I (and my twin sister) were meant to be july 4th babies, but we decided to be 11 days late. I imagine that in present day labor would have been induced.

The wife goes away on a trip Monday and comes back on Friday. Then she works on Sunday, so perhaps there will not be any party on my birthday so she and I can have time together. But if you want to get me a gift might I recommend Sufjan Stevens' Avalanche or Flight, Vol. 3. (This is more of a hint to the wife for gifts than anyone else... but I think she's already gotten my gifts... but could be these are in the lot... and could be not... I'm sure I'll love whatever she gets me)

I just ordered pre-sale tickets to Sujan's show at NY Town Hall on Sept. 30th... Orchestra Row A! I'm excited.