The footage I took today was eaten up by the actual software that created it. F'in hell. I wrote a letter to the developer:
Being a developer myself, I didn't want to sound too condescending, but rewritting over 2+ hours of footage is odd behavior for an otherwise interesting and... well interesting program. As for as I can tell, you can get a DV camera, a laptop, this program and have an ultra-flexible lunchbox (tool used by traditional animators) - which is exactly what I'm doing. There's now going to be a screwy jump in the movie, which I somewhat like. Reminds me of old silent films. I'm going to put emphasis on the screwup since screwups happen in real life and you have to deal with them, so I'll deal with them in this real life documentary.
It just... screwed me over, since i was in the process of filming myself while having the laptop run the footage taken already. Sort of like remixing a song you're in the process of playing. I thought that was the really wonderful idea of having a different version of something that's not even finished. Tomorrow, I'll have to try again. The little that did get capture looked simply amazing.
Jack and I went to Chipotle for lunch today. After lunch, he stopped to gas and gave me a $1 scratch lottery. I usually have good luck with these and sure enough, I won $4!. Jack seemed really interested in this winning and I asked him if he thought I was predisposed to greatness. He didn't, but thought I won because he gave me the lottery ticket for selfless reasons. He then raised the idea that we cash in the $4 and buy four more lottery tickets that I would then give him and see if he wins. He would then cash in the winning tickets for even more tickets and give them to me - and this we would continue until we're complete millionares or, we run out of winning tickets.
We'll see how it goes.
After my complete film failure, I went to an opening at the new Zeile Judish gallery to see the artist's reception for the March show. The flyer showed this complete minature rollercoaster built in the gallery itself! How awesome! I got the gallery as soon as it started to snow. There weren't many people inside - probably because of the weather. The rollercoaster was in the back and... it was less than overwhelming.
It didn't even streach into a complete circle. It was covered in blinking carny lights, which is the last thing I want to see, having 7+ lights on my at least 3 hours a day painting. The artist statement used the word, "Cacaphony" too too many times without really hitting on its meaning. The other artist that was showing made these painting/lithograph things that looked like silkscreen/collages. I'm being incredibly harsh since I'm tired and moody, but what got me was that a work dated, "1998" had a similar style and appearance to a work dated, "2003" - something I wouldn't be able to do myself... the stickin' with the same style thing. Argh. Again, I am being harsh and moody because I am tired.
At that show, I did spot this really attractive girl whom I swore I've seen before. I came home and checked out some pictures Penelope took of a party we went to on Saturday. Sure enough, she was in one:
I think that picture is priceless. I wish someone would tell me whant those sock things are on girls' hands and forearms. I can't see them and not have a imagined Pat Benatar sing to me, "We are strong! No one can tell us, we're wrong!" in my head.
I went to the store before actually coming finally home and picked up deoderant, latex gloves, athlete's foot spray and,
popsicles.
I thought to myself, "I am in for a good night tonight." I came home and on my staircase was an unidentified bra that was not mine. Weird.
