Hello, how are you. I am fine, but a bit tired. I spent 11 hours making this today.
Word of caution; if you let your hair grow too long, eventually your girlfriend will attack you with a hair straightener on a Friday night.
Running Nuke in verbose mode, trying to track down an application crash, has revealed to me the extent of my CMD+S muscle reflex/compulsion.
I probably have years of VFX work on Windows machines to blame for my paranoia, but those timestamps are nevertheless embarrassing.
One of those days.
Courtesy of fucking Facebook.
Tonight, I was doing some image-reference research for a vfx project and, since I’m a dummy from the suburbs of Phoenix, the results didn’t help for crap because they all look like completely implausible vfx comps to my ignorant desert eyes.
I should really stick to making videos about things I know well. Like, electric doodads, food, sleeping…um…pants?
Was that entirely necessary?
Never before have I seen a rear-only tuck for the express purpose of showing more underwear.
Kids, today. So innovative.
And that, kids, is the story of how Jesus was re-born from an egg on Easter.
I was trying to take a picture of the “Phoenix” sign on the mountain to make a stupid Internet joke. The person next to me commented on how pretty the view was and I got too sad to think of anything funny.
Digital signage is hard.
I could’ve fixed it for them if I had brought my remote. The Apple TV was taped to the back of the display.