Film screening was last night. I hate working in the FA computer lab. Editing is such a horrible process and everybody's at their worst, even me -- sputtering and jabbering at my film partner, being overreactive to the situation at hand, not keeping my cool and just dealing with the situations. But one thing DID lead to another. There seemed to be a crises at every turn. It's the fucking school equipment. Everybody's always switching the settings and then the next people have to switch even more settings which makes it worse for the next person to use the editing equipment -- me.
But we did hand in our movie, and it was screened. The auditorium roared with cheer when I announced that the film was only six minutes. Most of the films up until that point had been ten, twenty minute numbers.
But the movies were good! I have such high expectations of myself, especially when it comes to film. I don't want to make a bad film -- I'd rather get snarly and sputter messages of doom at nobody (when I'm really being sarcastic. . . not for a second did I think that we'd not get a movie in. . . it's just fun to play up the "pissed off, doom messenger" as a way of blowing off steam) but it probably comes across as if I'm a CENTAUR GOON.
Ugh. I put myself through a bundle of emotions last night! J. and I cut out early from the screening. I was hungry, tired, and still feeling mean. We got pizza. I just ate some! I'm a TWINKIE.
Posted by matty-b at March 31, 2004 9:36 AMI don't think you can be a centaur goon if you don't have the lower body of a horse, but I'll wait for Joy to weigh in on *that* one (ba-dum-bum!). Actually, that'd be a really good title for something. Centaur Goon.
Posted by: ben at March 31, 2004 12:43 PMIf I was drinking milk it would have come out of my nose. Good one, Ben.
I think Centaur Goon would be a good name for a band...
Posted by: Tweek at March 31, 2004 9:30 PM