I apologise for whoever I found myself signed on as when I first opened up Deviant Art, for I deleted about half of your messages before I realised I didn't know any of these people.

On the other hand, you should have signed out first.

Am I so glad that the recent deviation window no longer tells you how damn long it's been since you've submitted something.

The sixth floor bathroom at AI is fantastic! Oh my god! Automated flushing, and if you run your hand under the faucet, water comes out! (truly a gentleman's pee.)



Anyway anyway anyway, I heard the most fantastic story at school this week. As Mr H was telling us, if we want to be succesful as animators, people should think we're crazy at least once. We'll find ourselves making the faces, and the sounds, of what we're drawing, and our mind will wander.

He then tells us about a meeting all the professors had to attend about online classes, and it stretched for over five hours. He gets bored, flips over his paper and starts drawing. He drew what he called the 'super amazing tank', complete with having pizza for one wheel, cookies for another, and an angry man's face for the third. He starts making tank noises, and remember's he's sitting next to his boss. He gets worried, and looks over. His boss is drawing explosions.

I guess I've gotten smarter sense the last time I played Myst, what used to drive me mad a few years ago I cleared with out a problem now. I suppose Revelation toughened me up. For example, the Channelwood Age with the water and the switches and the wood and the creepy Achenar used to take me forever, but now I'm all 'yeah, that goes to the right, right and left to make that run. Obviously, you dumb stupid!' I mean, Stoneship took me like a minute. (I still love the rib cage lamp in Achenar's room.)

Then again, I've never pulled off the Selentic Age, so let's see what that does.

It seems like none of the MAA teachers are actually teaching classes anymore. It's ridiculously hard to get a decent schedule that I can actually afford the bus fare, much less work around. Fuck it. Whatever.

In other news, I'm falling apart again.