Get outta my head...

When I got my license (driver's, not gun... still waiting on the paperwork) back in high school, my parents got me a new Dodge Neon. This car has since been (quite forcibly) retired by a solid eight years of use between myself and my two younger brothers. While the Neon maybe the first car that I drove I don't count it as the first car that I've owned. That honor goes to my little Daihatsu Mira that I bought and drove into retirement while living in Japan.


Living on my own there I had to figure a lot of the normal car stuff out for the first time (including how to drive stick-shift... more about that later). See, I really only drove the Neon for a year or two before moving to Philadelphia and most of the maintance was handled by my dad. So, when my Mira suddenly ran out of windshield wiper fluid I had no idea where to refill it, how to refill or what store sold it. There were lots of other issues with this car... like the fact that if I drove over 80km per hour the car would start to violently shake. The AC never worked (not that big of a deal because I loathe AC in the car), the muffler rusted through completely after a year of use (it was already halfway there), tail-lights went out, gages broke... but whatever happened, I had my friendly neighborhood auto-shop to run to (the old guy didn't even charge me half of the time).


Today I own a Ford Focus, bought almost entirely due to the fact that it looked like my old Mira. But now, instead of helpful old Japanese guys, I have helpful young (half) Korean co-workers! Thanks to several folks at the studio (and some guy yelling at us from a pickup in the Dunkin' Donuts drive-thru lane), I somehow managed to replace a busted tail-light all on my own! Next, they're going to teach me how to change my own oil! I may even learn how to change my own tires! Oh, the money I shall save...

While you're waiting...

Start rendering...

I'm basically a freelance animator although I'd rather call myself an animator-for-hire which I think makes my job sound slightly more interesting than it is. I'm sure lots of people think being an animator must be the coolest job in the world (I've met a lot of them) but actually, it's pretty boring.

Take for instance what I'm doing now. Blogging. Why am I blogging? Because I'm rendering. Why am I rendering? Because I've finished most of the tedious and, at times, fun work before I hit that 'Render' button. Then I play the 'Waiting Game' which involves me finding some way of distracting myself for an hour and 20 minutes (at least in this case) till my computer yells at me.

So, what do I do in the meantime aside from the aforementioned blogging? Reading mostly. Sometimes I play a video game. If I have a personal, side project that doesn't demand too much of my computer's RAM I'll work on that. The hard thing is finding something to do that fits in the space of an hour and isn't too far from the computer (cause at any moment, the render could stop).

Finished rendering!

I've never realize how much and how little the space of an hour is.

Another day, another year...

My New Year's resolution this year is/was to actually keep up with this blog.

Problem is I've never really cared about the New Year. I guess that's why so many people seem to have problems sticking to their resolutions. Fortunately, mine doesn't involve my physical or mental well-being (if anything I should make a resolution to eat more).

It's not that I dislike the New Year. I'm certainly not old enough to start viewing each first of January as a ticking time bomb slow counting down to my eventual demise. But I guess I was never young enough to want to stand outside in the freezing cold for HOURS, getting drunk and waiting for a giant ball to drop. A friend asked me to come with her one year and the fact that I even considered it only shows how great of a friend she is.

I don't know... maybe that's just it. I'm boring. You know how I spent the last minutes of '08? In the bathtub. No booze, no blood... just some warm water and one arm hanging out of the tub, like a seal regulating it's body temperature.


That's seal for "Happy New Year"!

... but not a drop to drink...

Despite getting in very late last night I managed to drag myself out of bed at an early hour and go food shopping, a task which I've come to dislike. Now, I've heard you should never go food shopping when you're hungry. Well, here's another tip... never do it when you're thirsty.

Since moving to Jersey City (I refuse to call it JC cause when someone said that to me I had no idea what they were talking about so I don't trust everyone else to know) I've realized Jersey doesn't just smell bad... it tastes bad. I mostly say this in reference to the water... mostly. My roommates even have one of those Brita Water Filters and it still tastes like I'm drinking water heavily laced with artificial sweeteners. So, I gave up and bought a giant pack of bottled water. I don't hate bottled water. I just hate buying it to when there's free water at home.



That all aside, I popped into the Asian Food Market down the street from me and was pleasantly surprised to find a store reminiscent of the Chinese Underground Market I use to shop at in Philly. See, after moving I realized the last cooking I had done on my own had required ingredients that I wasn't going to find at most local supermarkets in America. So it's nice to know I can go pick up a bag of Japanese long grain rice, some Golden curry, bamboo and bean sprouts, firm tofu, a Ramune and some daifuku right down the street.

As for the concert, it was a blast. I'll post pictures later after I sort through them all (I was handed the job of photographer for the evening). And despite my mom's concerns, I didn't get mugged... all in all, good evening!

I made this! *

* Well, I helped make this along with a bunch of other extremely talented folks, but I couldn't help quoting a favorite television show of mine...

Skool House Rock - Pull My Lever

And if that didn't convince you to go out and do your civic duty here's another one got to work on...

Skool House Rock - You Get A Sticker

Thankfully one of the projects I'm working on now is also based around a song or else I might still have that one stuck in my head.

Going for two...

I was almost tempted to wait till November 1st to post my next rambling entry just so I could keep up with my 'Post-Per-Month' quota, but ye olde Apple Pickin' waits for no one.


I decided to take a break from work and stroll (or in my case drive) on down to the local apple orchard. The closest one to my house, being gas-conscious and all, was Pennings Farm.


Here you can find everything and anything your imagination can drum up (well, almost everything... although maybe that's what the Petting Zoo is for). I'm better at pictures than blogs so I'll just go ahead and let the photographs lead the way for this entry.

First off...


Pumpkins! Lots...


And lots...


Of 'em. Oh, yeah... and corn stalks.


For all those things you need to do that require... corn stalks. Seriously, who buys these? The more interesting part of the wasted hour between Flash and After Effects work for me was this...


So, long ago the Pennings Orchard was run by... you guessed it! The Pennings family. And they use to live on the premises. About five or six years ago they moved out of the house and boarded it up. Then someone had the brilliant idea to use it during the fall as the orchard's very own Haunted House.


And yes... I have been in it. Many years ago and to be honest... it doesn't look any different (although I don't remember the knights). Unfortunately, it was closed up today, laying in wait for the weekend and the hordes of people that trek out here from NYC and NJ. However, I did venture as far as the front patio... or should I say I was lured there by a cute, fluffy (possibly ghostly) kitten that vanished into thin air as I rounded the corner and came upon this gruesome scene.


Yes... those are Boy Scouts. And yes... they did apparently eat one of their own (probably a counselor).


And yes... they are drinking hard liquor.


And what Haunted House would be complete without a graveyard filled with clever epitaphs? So, back to the Teddy Bear... He, apparently, was one of several creatures that didn't make it to this year's Haunted House. He and his buddies lay strewn out on the table in a more-or-less defunct greenhouse in the back amid the house plants and marigolds.



Soon to join the ranks will be good ol' Grandpa. For now, he hangs out in front with a sign warning folks to 'not touch' and muttering nearly inaudible ramblings about 'ladies' and 'doors'.


But here's something you can touch (although I guess most parents would be horrified at the idea). Turkeys! Goats (they like eating leaves)!



They use to have a cow but I guess it was moved after eating one to many articles of clothing.

Didn't see this coming...

So back in Sophmore Animation I, our teacher, Dana Gullo, went around the room asking each of us the same set of questions:

What's your name?
What got you into animation?
Where would you love to see yourself working in six years time?

Personally, my favorite is 'What's your name?' Little did I know she was preparing me for the necessary schmoozing I would do in the coming years at various festivals and parties. Anyway, back to college...

Most people answered with the usual: Watching cartoons as a kid and any notable animation studio out there at the time. One guy even had the guts to say he wanted to work for Disney. Gullo quickly crushed his dreams which is what any college professor can only hope to do, right? Another student (and I believe this was even after the Disney comment) said his dream was to work for a Japanese studio like Miyazaki's. Her response to that was something along the lines of "Do you speak Japanese?"* I was one of the only people who said I wanted to just make short films (which didn't sound at all stupid to me at the time). Gullo offered up the term 'freelance animator' which I had never even considered before. I guess most little animators grow up thinking the only option is to work at some big corporation like Disney.

Well, here I am and while it kind of sucks to not have health insurance (a 'con' I am working on fixing at the moment) and spend most of the day alone at home glued to the computer or light box it has it's better moments...

Thank you, Titus... the fluffiest paperweight ever.

*By the way, that student can not only speak Japanese now, but is living and working there so I guess some dreams do come true... Personally, my childhood dream of becoming a pirate completely flopped (I could have said 'died at sea' but I'm not one for puns).