what happens to the what happens?

Sometimes I wish no one would read this thing. Or that I never actually told anyone that I ever had one of these new fangled blogs in the first place. That would just make it all so much better sometimes. Granted, that's only sometimes and not all the time because I do enjoy sharing info, etc with the people I know, etc.

Whatever. This entry really means nothing anyway.

sigh (of relief)

Okay. So the pitch went about as well as it could have gone at this point. No more hairy ape hanging over my terrified apple-shaped head. I think I pulled more all nighters this week than I did in four years of college. The value of sleep has once again been shoved in my face. Now I just wait for a phone call or something. I guess. I forgot to ask.

Next up? The trip to the homeland-- Pennsylvania. Western Pennsylvania, that is. We ship off tomorrow evening for a red eye into snowy snowy Pittsburgh. There ain't much to do out there in 'dem 'dare mountains 'cept tool around on the internets and build your own meth lab. I have a hunch that I'll be opting for the former so that means more bloggy bloggy. (And myspace, for those into that shite).

Futures and holidays, people.

but but BUT...

...the animatic is finally assembled in Final Cut in its entirety. Just have to smooth out the dialogue and lay in the sound effects tonight. maybe music? who knows.

i suck at blog

To my small yet super duper rad blogosphere audience:

Please accept my apology-
you know, the one about me not posting nearly as often as I should.
I've got a myriad of excuses but who wants to hear those?

Ugh. I've got to face the day on 2 hours of sleep. Yep. Yay. Let's go, day.

More Tokyo Photos

Took forever. I know. But here ya go.... CLICK HERE for all 100 of 'em!

Don't Mess With Kazakhstan

The best part about all of this is that he remains in character when commenting on the suspension of his website. That's dedication, people. Read on...

oh no.

Hell no.
Please tell me this isn't happening.
Wait.
Ouch.
Yep.
It's happening.
Stomach is on fire.
Hot hot fire.
Awesome news.
BLoody awesome news.

Who'da Thought?

A little over a year ago, Carlos cast Jason Schwartzman to do a small recurring character voice on his show. He came in to Nickelodeon, completely slayed in the recording session and even loved the show. Then one day soon after, a little movie called Marie Antoinette came along and stole him away from us-- permanently (they have since re-cast his role).

Turns out that little movie is little Sofia Coppola's new digs and looks absolutely amazing despite the fact that it's a period piece. We should all take comfort in the fact that there are filmmakers like her out there keeping the blissful melancholy elements alive in movies nomatter what the genre. Check it out for yourself. CLICK HERE for the trailer.

Necessary Means

Hey there, hi there, ho there. Found my glasses earlier this evening. Been MIA for a couple a' months. My supposed googly eye is now in check. Storyboarding has commenced once more. Full speed ahead. 15 pages out of 40 or so done. Keep me in, coach. I won't let you down. I swear.

I forgot how comfortable sight becomes when I wear these things. You see, I actually have perfect 20/20 vision in each of my ocular apparati. However, my eyes don't like working together when it comes to what they focus on. Therein lies the eye-strain-all-too-frequent-headache-from-hell-problem. So don't be surprised if you see me roll by with a new-ish gimmick on my face in the near future.

Moving Day

So the office is all packed up and I sit typing this amdst an array of stacked and sturdy white file boxes while FREEZING my buns off due to the aforementioned thermostat problem. Unfortunately, my new office down on the 3rd floor-- though much bigger than the current fox den-- has a much similar meat locker issue with its ventilation system. Yay. Oh yeah, and did I mention that it doesn't have any windows? Not that I care all too much about sunshine, etc (possible vampire reference-- take it or leave it), but it would be nice to know if the sun is setting or if by some random act of divine nature it could be raining. Or something.

My half-assed answer to the future lack of vision to the outside world? A saltwater fish tank. I've always wanted one a' them things and I figure that now's a better time as any to drop the cash for it. I'm not just going to fill it with ANY old fishies though. They've got to be able to keep my ADD ass enter-motha-fukin-tained. The only swim-swim creatures I can think of that fit this bill are tiny sharks and pirahnas. You know, fish that eat other fish and would probably feast on my hand if dipped into the tank of DEATH (Y'like that? I just came up with that one). I want there to be a weekly "feeding time" whereupon I buy a few unsuspecting smaller, weaker fish and dump them into the tank of DEATH and watch them get eaten alive. It'll be a real life metaphor too so people think I'm all deep and stuff.... What? It'll like be having the National Geographic Channel in my new office. Who doesn't like the National Geographic Channel? And who needs a window anyway?



Aw, look at the little guy! I think I'll call him Chester.

Thermostat?

Maybe it's just me but I always thought that if you turn up the temperature on a thermostat, the actual physical temperature of the room where said thermostat is located will reflect the change. Today however, (for reasons unbeknownst to me) my office is flat out mocking me by defying the basic fundamentals of thermostat electronics and is blasting me with a nice arctic frost.

I can see my goddamn breath.

Now, despite the fact that my bones were originally forged in a womb that was subjected to the bleak 40-below climate of western Pennsylvania*, I still shrivel and turn blue like your ex-boyfriends weiner when the indoor temperature falls below 72.5 degrees Farenheit. Cold outdoor temp? No problem. Bring it on. Sitting still in front of a computer screen for 9 hours in an office building boasting sub zero meat locker conditions? Fuck you. I'm a bitching, moaning baby.




* (I thought about fibbing a little and saying 'Transylvania' but the payoff of having some sort of vampire reference in my silly little anecdote isn't worth having to explain the joke to my "special" readers.)

Hipsters Will Be In West Hollywood Tonight

So don't all drop your breakfast burritos and spit-take your double lattes at once now. See, there's this band called The Rapture and they'll be playing a sold out show this evening at the Troubadour. That inevitably means that hoards of greasy, anorexic undead 1973-ites of both sexes will throw on equally grease laden scarves and head out of their cat urine soaked apartments, spilling out onto the streets of an otherwise terribly un-hip Wednesday night.

So, uh... who else is going? I shun the vast amount of storyboard work that lay stretched out on my drawing table! I shun it for rock and roll!!

The Purple Bottle

thanks, Animal Collective for this song

ive gotta (b)ig (b)ig (b)ig heart beat yeah i think you are the sweetest thing
i wear a coat of feelings and they are looud
but ive been having good days and do you think we are the right age to start out own peculiar ways?
with good friends and homes

you get me freaked freaked freaked on preakness ive never met a girl that
likes to drink with horses and knows her chinese ballet i must admit you smell like fruity nuts and good grains
but could you show my purple gaze a thing or two at night?
itd make me sick sick sick to kiss you and i think that i woud vomit but ill do that on mondays i dont have a work way
i like it when i bump you and an accident is a truth gate im humbled in your pretty lense
ill hold you dont you go
somtimes im quiet and somtimes your quiet halleluaigh
sometimes im talkative and somtimes your not talkative i know....

well id like to spread your perfume around the old apartment could we live together and agree on the same wares
a trapeze or a bird cage and even if its empt it defintintely fits the room and we would toooo

i got a big big big hear beat yeah i think you are..........same

sometmimes im quiet.......same
somtimes you hear me when others they cant hear me halle
sometimes im naked and thank god sometimes your naked well hello

i just called to say i like you
i just called to wonder if you care
i just called one try but it was busy
i got that feeling from your bottle found your bottle
found your heart
ive got that feeling from your bottled liitle part

can i tell you that you are the purple in me
can i call you just to hear you would you care
when i saw you put your purple finger on me
gives a feeling from a bottle
found your bottle found your heart
gives a feeling from your bottled little part


gotta crush high thought i crushed all i could crushed all i can then i touched your hand
crush high dont want it to stop cause stories of your brother make my crush high bop
and you couldnt really know cause its in my toes and somtimes i wonder whered that crush high go?Huh
crush high then i go and take some ^pils cause i cant do all of my dos and still feel ill

There are 75 bands in this photo...

Can you find them all? Uh, nevermind. This is quite hilarious though.

No rest on Sunday for me. It's back to the old drawing board.

Futures, people.

Let there be a white "Crist"-mas

Laaaame pun. I know. But cut me some slack people. I'm just absolutely stoked that Carlos and I decided to go and book a last minute flight back to the Keystone State for Christmas. Everybody wins, even Moms and Pops. Yay! Oh yeah, and NO CRAPPY LITTLE PAINTINGS FROM ME THIS YEAR!! (You can all stop looking so obviously NOT sad now-- I get it.) Ya'll got yer goodies from Tokyo already. Mmmmm, Tokyo. I wantie go backie.

If you haven't caught it on Nickelodeon already, please check out Carlos' brand new animated show creation called "The X's". With the amazing "line-free" character design and layout AND voice talent of the likes of Patrick Warburton, Wendie Malick, Chris Hardwick and even the Macho Man Randy Savage-- it will not disappoint.



Last night's LOST episode was bloody freakin' awesome. "Adebisi" (you know, the guy from OZ that everyone still refers to by his character name from said show) worked out well as a new cast member and I'm glad they haven't been focusing on the stupid "randos" I could care less about from the tail section of the plane. And yes, everybody's favorite islandee, John Locke graced the screen quite a bit too.

I shake my head in shame at the non-believers (those who think the show is lame). You people have no idea what amazing TV history you're missing. 2 words- Twin Peaks.



Tonight Carlos and I will be throwing on our best voices to record some dialogue for the pitch animatic. This should be interesting. Drawing for this is still going slow but the stride I need to reach is right up ahead, I swear.