A lot to read about not a lot of stuff

Last Thursday I was assigned my first real project. I had done a couple of really simple things before it, like getting some high-res skyscraper photos, but nothing that really used any sort of artistic talent or anything. But my first real project was some pretty simple rotoscoping stuff.

Or so I thought. I went in about noon on Friday, thinking I could bust it out in a few hours. Little did I know that I had to knock off about 16 layers of rust that had built up over the past 6 months in the oilfield. Friday was spent with my head banging against the wall, and getting almost nowhere. I was really tired and in a pretty bad mood, but I was supposed to go to a concert later. I was not about to go back to Sherman Oaks, then drive all the way back to Hollywood so I just kept working until about 7. More on the concert later.

I come in today, after completely worrying about getting this shot done all fucking weekend. I even came in early. Within like 20 minutes, I retrack the shot, and everything comes out near perfectly. I clean it up, and I'm already done with half of it. The half I spent all day Friday on. All day Friday. I felt so freaking dumb. It was a productive day though.

Friday I went with some coworkers to go see a bunch of bands I hadn't ever heard of. The one I was there to "see" was Natives of the New Dawn. The lineup was Slinky, Natives of the New Dawn, Ghost, and Swampa Z. Z. I can't even explain how Natives or Swampa sounded. They were just so different that if I explain how they sounded you would tell me that it doesn't exist. Hell, Tommy told me I was lying to him.

Natives was like this weird combination of funk, hip hop, jazz, and a whole lot of rock. They were a bunch of white guys. Their keyboardist was like this real chubby guy with a beard and shaggy curly hair. And you would never expect the sounds that come out of his mouth. This dude could fucking sing. Their lead guy was a redheaded dude with a beard, gauged ears, and glasses. But the dude could flow.

And Swampa Z. Z. was crazy too! They're from Hawaii and were like hip hop and rock and ska and tons of stuff, but with this definite Hawaiian vibe to them. They did this really long 80's medley of just a ton of songs, but they all had their weird hip-hop hawaiian feel to them. They were really really fucking good.

Slinky was like this basic ska band, but they were all really talented. And only 15. They made me sad that I own a guitar. Their singer looked like my little brother.

Ghost sucked. Really generic white rapper.

And that's all I got for now. That's a lot to read.

Callie is weird

Apparently, she thinks I'm gross for using my laptop and pooping at the same time. It's the epitome of productivity, and she thinks I'm gross?!

I'm pretty sure it's why laptops were actually invented. Since the dawn of time, man's progress been slowed by his bowel movements. Now that we have finally overcome such a barrier, we should be allowed to do so! Free from prejudice!

Now I'm going to get off of my soapbox.

My internship

Well, a couple of people have asked how I like the internship, and I've finally decided to sit down and post about it. I've been there for a week now, and worked 3 days.

My intern orientation was last Wednesday, where I got to meet all the other interns, and one of the owners of the company, and a couple of other people. There were 6 of us, and I think over half of them were going back to school after the internship. This is awesome, because that raises my chances of getting hired. We got a little tour, signed some paperwork (woohoo NDA!), and then I was done for the day. We only work two days a week, and Wednesday is not my day.

They also told us that we'd be doing nothing but answering phones our first two days on the job. Well, that just didn't happen. I also got a gigantic scare that morning.

The night before, Callie tells me I should probably leave around 8:30, if I want to get there before 10. So I set my alarms for 8, and head to bed. I wake up at 6. Sit there for a bit, and look at my clock. "Oh yes, it's only 6, more sleep for me," I think to myself. I go back to sleep, and wake up again. Look at the clock. Look at it again. It's 8:57. Holy. Shit. I freak out, jump out of bed, run brush my teeth, throw some clothes on, and head out the door. Traffic is of course terrible, and on the way there, my gas light turns on. I eventually do make it there around 9:35.

I go in, and instead of sitting on my ass and answering phones all day, I'm told to grab some coffee and a bagel, and grab my keys because I'm going on a run. I didn't have to go too far, but I didn't answer the phones in the slightest bit all day. I painted sticks and ping pong balls with another guy from Texas named Shawn, and made a new friend. Ate lunch a little while later, and then printed stuff out.

The day went by really fast and I met a metric fuckton of people. Just introduced myself to everyone I could.

It's generally a pretty laid back atmosphere. And there's a kitchen. It is the strangest feeling having a kitchen at a workplace where my parents don't own it. Because we had a kitchen at Su Casa, but I was working for my parents, so I didn't feel awkward eating out of it. But now that it's someone else's kitchen, it feels really weird. It took me pretty much all 3 days to be able to eat anything out of there. Like the first day when I was told to grab a bagel, I just grabbed some coffee. Even though there were bagels already out, ready for my consumption.

I'll try and post more as time goes on, but I can't really promise anything. I will promise a picture of the place soon though. I'll take one with my phone.

Hopefully I'll kick a lot of ass and get a job quicker than anticipated. That'd be awesome.

In case you were wondering

This is what my room looks like right now. I really need to unpack.

I love the mountains.

It's hard to see here, but the mountains are gorgeous.

Oh yeah, and as a side effect of me moving my stuff back to blogger, it seems my pictures resize correctly now. Guess I'll start taking pictures again.

Well that was easy

I e-mailed Dreamhost about the problem, and they had it fixed within a few hours. That made me very happy. The two times I've needed support from them, they have been very fast about it.

I'll make a bigger post later about me being in California and all that stuff.

Alright this is lame

I haven't posted on here in a while. And now that I came back to post I find out about all these awesome new features that Blogger is offering. I look them over, and a bunch actually look useful and cool.

But guess what? I can't use a bunch of them because I host the blog on my own webspace. And now they have another cool new feature where you can use your domain name, but it's hosted on Blogger. It's supposed to be the best of both worlds. Well I can't fucking do that either because of Dreamhost.

What a pain in my ass. Maybe they fixed the image upload thing now.

Holy shit!

I just saw two fucking TAPS van! Holy fucking shit!

Baja Fresh

These nachos were delicious. That is all.

Oh yeah

I forgot to post this. I got fucking covered in oil the other day. Though it's hard to tell here.

Facial hair

Man, I need to shave. Yeah, thats all I've got to say.

Urge to move, rising.

So it's getting to the point where I really want to fucking move out. I'm tired of living here.

And it's not even living with my parents that's the bad part. It just sucks living way out in the middle of fucking nowhere. I have to drive 20 minutes to hang out with anyone, or get any food that isn't in my house. I have shitty internet. I have shitty satellite. I can't even get my local channels in HD. I can't play games online.

But on the upside, there's no rent. So I'm rolling in money. But I don't want to be. I want to be not here. But to do that I need a roommate.

Because I'm stupid, and want a house. They're way too expensive for me to get one on my own, so I need someone to move in with me. Dustin said he would, but his lease doesn't end until March. Chuck also said he would just last night, but I'm not sure if I want to live with him. I mean he's a good guy and all, I just don't want to bump heads or whatever. And he makes more money than Dustin. Dustin would probably break his lease, but that's fucking expensive, and I can't ask him to do that. Especially since he'd have to break his lease then put down half on a deposit.

Bah, I don't know what to do. I guess I'll call a realtor and start looking for a house, and start looking at apartments this weekend or something.

You know what I love?

When people make decisions based on little to no information. I love it. Truely. A lot.

Bored

Man, I am bored today. This is like the 9th pic I took.

First day back to work.

Man, I really dont want to be here today. I'm still coughing, and my nose is still running. And I'm tired. And it's windy. Blah.

Test

Test

New phone!

This new phone kicks complete fucking ass. I just took this pic and am posting it straight to my blogger account from my phone.

I bitch way too much

I've noticed recently that probably more than half of the conversation I have with people is me generally bitching. I bitch cause I'm bored, I bitch cause I don't have many friends. I just bitch about anything around me.

Hell now I'm bitching about how all I ever do is bitch.

I've been doing manual labor for the last week, working in the oilfield and such. It's been alright. My sunburns have pretty much gone away, and now my arms and stuff are pretty damn tan. Hopefully this'll help me lose weight and make me feel a bit better about myself.

I need to think of some new composites so I can work on a new demo reel. So I can go out and get a real job.

Man, I have nothing left to say....

Bored

Man. If I ever say "holy crap, I have way too much stuff to do, and not enough time to do it in. I hate this." Well I want whoever is around me to slap me and say, "Do you remember that time you moved back to Midland? You like not being bored."

Because holy jesus on a stick I am bored. I've got pretty much nothing to do all during the week because everyone works, and now a good half of the people here are moving back off to college. I have to drive 20 minutes to get into town, and then hope whoever I'm currently hanging out with doesn't get tired of me or want to go to sleep, and when the inevitable does happen, I have to frantically start calling people hoping someone will answer and want to hang out.

Because if they don't, I have to drive 20 minutes back home.... then wait for someone elese to call me again, so that I can drive another 20 minutes back to town. What I don't pay in rent I'm making up for in gas milage.

I really need to start working on a new reel to send out so that I can get a job.

D:

So I don't yet have the internet in my room. I'm using my little brother's computer.

Well I just ran a speed test to see how fast this clearwire stuff truly is.

Last Result:
Download Speed: 1518 kbps (189.8 KB/sec transfer rate)
Upload Speed: 148 kbps (18.5 KB/sec transfer rate)

D: !!!!!
Holy jesus!

My cable back in FL was 10/5.... NOOOOOOO!!!!