I've got some updated turnarounds of my modeled and textured character. Fun stuff!
Note: It seems that youtube put a flicker in my video. Oh well, for the purposes of this blog, it's probably fine.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Best cast
Ocean’s Eleven (2001)
Featuring: George Clooney, Brad Pitt, Matt Damon, Don Cheadle, Andy García, and Julia Roberts.
Actors and characters in order of recruitment:
Others
* Andy García as Terry Benedict
* Julia Roberts as Tess Ocean
For those who may not know, this movie is actually a remake of a 1960’s film, Ocean’s Eleven. I haven’t seen it yet but I probably should, considering I really enjoyed this one.
Featuring: George Clooney, Brad Pitt, Matt Damon, Don Cheadle, Andy García, and Julia Roberts.
Actors and characters in order of recruitment:
- George Clooney as Danny Ocean
- Bernie Mac as Frank Catton
- Brad Pitt as Rusty Ryan
- Elliott Gould as Reuben Tishkoff
- Casey Affleck as Virgil Malloy
- Scott Caan as Turk Malloy
- Eddie Jemison as Livingston Dell
- Don Cheadle as Basher Tarr
- Shaobo Qin as “The Amazing” Yen
- Carl Reiner as Saul Bloom
- Matt Damon as Linus Caldwell
Others
* Andy García as Terry Benedict
* Julia Roberts as Tess Ocean
For those who may not know, this movie is actually a remake of a 1960’s film, Ocean’s Eleven. I haven’t seen it yet but I probably should, considering I really enjoyed this one.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
10 things about your personality.
- Practical.
- Energetic.
- Focused.
- Usually up-beat.
- Independent.
- A bit of a braggart (trying to tone it down a bit.)
- Direct.
- Friendly.
- Organized.
- Creative.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Have you ever had the same dream twice? If so, describe it.
I have SO many dreams multiple times, and sometimes it’s on purpose and sometimes it’s in the same night.
Sometimes when I’m dreaming, I remember that there’s a dream that I wanted to have again, so I dream it up. I remember it, but more vividly than any memory (at least, that’s how my dreams are to me. Dreams feel like real life to me, whereas memories feel like floating ideas in the darkness of my skull.) Other times I’ll have a really cool dream and want to repeat it once or twice more so that I remember it better when I wake up.
And then, occasionally, a dream simply reoccurs.
Since I have so many, I’ll just tell you the very first reoccurring dream I ever had. I don’t know what it is about this dream that I enjoy so much. Perhaps it’s a bit of nostalgia, perhaps it’s the first time I actually started to learn how to control my dreams. Either way, I remember large portions of it like it was recent.
I was in my childhood home, which means this is still back in the days of elementary school. Remembering the people who were in this dream, I think it places me about about eight years old.
Anyway, so in my dream, it was my birthday, and I was having a slumber party. Several of my classmates attended the party, among them one girl who I didn’t recognize but apparently was best friends with. She was a little Asian girl- and I didn’t have any Asian friends at the time- but in my dream we were closer friends than anyone else. I don’t remember her name, and frankly I don’t think this dream-girl had one.
For some reason, we all decided we were going to sleep in the dining room. We set up a little fortress (a sheet over the dining room table) and we all hunkered down and giggled together. My dream-best friend and I weren’t in the fort, though. We sat right outside of it next to the sliding glass door that went out onto the porch where the pool was.
When I looked over at the pool, an alien space craft crashed through the porch-screen and landed over the pool, with three skinny metal legs on the ledges to keep it above the water. The door slid open and a long ramp unrolled, and down the ramp came these two large green-headed aliens with sharp teeth.
All the girls and I stared in horror at the aliens as they approached the sliding glass door. They stopped on the other side of the glass, looked directly at me, and said “One of us is among you. We’ve come to take our child home.”
All of my friends panicked that one of us was an alien. We looked at each other suspiciously. I asked the aliens “How do we know who it is?”
“Look at your shadows.”
And we all looked at our shadows. Our shadows appeared normal, except for my dream-best friend who had a jumbled shadow, full of angles and little creatures that moved around even though she was holding still. All the other girls screamed in fright and told my best friend to leave, but I didn’t want her to leave even though she was an alien.
The alien parents held out their hand and said “It’s time to come home.” And my best friend walked out the sliding door and got in the space craft.
At which point the dream always turns into something else altogether.
Sometimes, when I have this dream, there is one difference. Instead of my best friend being the alien, it turns out that I am the alien with the creepy shadow, and so I have to leave. But everything else remains the same.
Sometimes when I’m dreaming, I remember that there’s a dream that I wanted to have again, so I dream it up. I remember it, but more vividly than any memory (at least, that’s how my dreams are to me. Dreams feel like real life to me, whereas memories feel like floating ideas in the darkness of my skull.) Other times I’ll have a really cool dream and want to repeat it once or twice more so that I remember it better when I wake up.
And then, occasionally, a dream simply reoccurs.
Since I have so many, I’ll just tell you the very first reoccurring dream I ever had. I don’t know what it is about this dream that I enjoy so much. Perhaps it’s a bit of nostalgia, perhaps it’s the first time I actually started to learn how to control my dreams. Either way, I remember large portions of it like it was recent.
I was in my childhood home, which means this is still back in the days of elementary school. Remembering the people who were in this dream, I think it places me about about eight years old.
Anyway, so in my dream, it was my birthday, and I was having a slumber party. Several of my classmates attended the party, among them one girl who I didn’t recognize but apparently was best friends with. She was a little Asian girl- and I didn’t have any Asian friends at the time- but in my dream we were closer friends than anyone else. I don’t remember her name, and frankly I don’t think this dream-girl had one.
For some reason, we all decided we were going to sleep in the dining room. We set up a little fortress (a sheet over the dining room table) and we all hunkered down and giggled together. My dream-best friend and I weren’t in the fort, though. We sat right outside of it next to the sliding glass door that went out onto the porch where the pool was.
When I looked over at the pool, an alien space craft crashed through the porch-screen and landed over the pool, with three skinny metal legs on the ledges to keep it above the water. The door slid open and a long ramp unrolled, and down the ramp came these two large green-headed aliens with sharp teeth.
All the girls and I stared in horror at the aliens as they approached the sliding glass door. They stopped on the other side of the glass, looked directly at me, and said “One of us is among you. We’ve come to take our child home.”
All of my friends panicked that one of us was an alien. We looked at each other suspiciously. I asked the aliens “How do we know who it is?”
“Look at your shadows.”
And we all looked at our shadows. Our shadows appeared normal, except for my dream-best friend who had a jumbled shadow, full of angles and little creatures that moved around even though she was holding still. All the other girls screamed in fright and told my best friend to leave, but I didn’t want her to leave even though she was an alien.
The alien parents held out their hand and said “It’s time to come home.” And my best friend walked out the sliding door and got in the space craft.
At which point the dream always turns into something else altogether.
Sometimes, when I have this dream, there is one difference. Instead of my best friend being the alien, it turns out that I am the alien with the creepy shadow, and so I have to leave. But everything else remains the same.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
A film you’ve walked out on, or wanted to
The Happening (2008)
Could someone please tell me what happened to The Happening? Seriously? Why was this movie so BAD? Why did this happen- I just don’t understand how bad movies are made. Don’t they know they’re bad when they’re making it? How does this- why does- it’s just wrong.
I spent the whole movie waiting for something clever. Waiting for the movie to have a point, for the characters to figure something out, for someone- anyone- to do something.
Instead, I got something remotely less interesting than a nature documentary on dirt.
I would have walked out of this movie if I didn’t get into it for free. Still, I should have done it anyway just to spare myself the pain.
Could someone please tell me what happened to The Happening? Seriously? Why was this movie so BAD? Why did this happen- I just don’t understand how bad movies are made. Don’t they know they’re bad when they’re making it? How does this- why does- it’s just wrong.
I spent the whole movie waiting for something clever. Waiting for the movie to have a point, for the characters to figure something out, for someone- anyone- to do something.
Instead, I got something remotely less interesting than a nature documentary on dirt.
I would have walked out of this movie if I didn’t get into it for free. Still, I should have done it anyway just to spare myself the pain.
Monday, February 14, 2011
5 signs that you’re NOT into someone
- If I take measures to avoid you.
- If I smile and nod and then start talking to someone else.
- If I cross my arms every time you walk up.
- If I reject ‘casual’ advances on my personal space.
- If I tell you so.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
A movie you were forced to see
Rise of the Planet of the Apes
And man, am I ever glad I got dragged there.
I’m not really a Planet of the Apes fan. It’s alright, but I generally didn’t like the characters and I wasn’t all that into the world that was created. I guess you could say it wasn’t my cup of tea. That’s why I didn’t have any interest in seeing this movie.
But one day I dragged Beckah out of bed and she walked with me to the theater down the street. It was Saturday morning, and since she was so kind as to actually wake up for the $6 movie tickets, I let her pick the movie. Beckah IS a Planet of the Apes fan, and so I was pulled along for the ride, much like she was.
Turns out the characters were actually engaging, and I just LOVED watching Caeser develop throughout the movie. By the time it was over, I was interested in watching Planet of the Apes again and see what I thought about it then. Still haven’t done that, but I’d like to.
And man, am I ever glad I got dragged there.
I’m not really a Planet of the Apes fan. It’s alright, but I generally didn’t like the characters and I wasn’t all that into the world that was created. I guess you could say it wasn’t my cup of tea. That’s why I didn’t have any interest in seeing this movie.
But one day I dragged Beckah out of bed and she walked with me to the theater down the street. It was Saturday morning, and since she was so kind as to actually wake up for the $6 movie tickets, I let her pick the movie. Beckah IS a Planet of the Apes fan, and so I was pulled along for the ride, much like she was.
Turns out the characters were actually engaging, and I just LOVED watching Caeser develop throughout the movie. By the time it was over, I was interested in watching Planet of the Apes again and see what I thought about it then. Still haven’t done that, but I’d like to.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Lucky Moon: Peter
Peter, another side character from Half-Life, is Nanne's foil. Nanne and Peter don't get along at all, but they still somehow manage to work together on a team, headed by Ulrich. Peter isn't given the field missions, he's given all of the paper work and planning. Peter, essentially, is the one who takes Ulrich's plans and makes them practical. He covers all of the details that Ulrich doesn't have time to work out himself. Peter keeps his teammates safe -or at least, alive. He's tense, a constant worrier, and hounds his teammates in such a way that has gotten him the nickname "Mother Hen" behind his back.
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