Full of Myself

I'm going to be even more full of myself than usual, so get ready.

In the opening credits of the DVD I'm working on, the sequence directors are featured in a quick vignette where we're popping up out of the ground in a cemetery. Of course I think it's awesome as all hell, and one of the two other directors think it's nifty-peachy-keen. The third...well, he enjoys being contrary and his first reaction to the idea wasn't the most positive. Luckily humor prevailed, and so one of our character designers started working on our caricatures. He came up with this for me:


















Well, OK. One's first reaction is, Yep, that looks like you.

But I wasn't happy. So I took his drawing and did some changes, albeit minor ones. The result is this:


















That's just more BADASS. And all I did was tweak the eye, tousle the hair, made the mouth even bigger, got rid of the Shaggy shirt, and gave myself the usual slouch to my back. Oh, and added big ol' earrings. The supervising director was amused and approved my changes. Ha!


I also have the drawing that I did for my coworker and his comic book that's being done as an anthology in freakin' Croatia done and delivered. I wouldn't have ordinarily done something like this for anyone, since I have zero experience with comic book art, but Raf said the magic words when asking me to do it: pin-up. So I came up with this in short order:




















Poor Sonambulo getting the snot beaten out of him by three roller derby chicks seemed to go over very well with Raf and a couple of other guys at work. If they're happy, I'm happy. I hate the background, but I was never very good at that type of thing. Oh well.

Speaking of comics, this weekend is ComiCon in San Diego. A bunch of the work crew is already there, but I won't be. I went once, ten years ago. It was enough at the time. I may change my mind in the future, but who knows. For now I'm content to stay in LA and do stuff.

How to TOTALLY Piss Me Off...

There are many ways to annoy me. There are quite a few ways to peeve me. There's a list of things to do to vex me. Some people think I'm horrendously cranky all of the time.

However, nothing sends me into an absolute rage than hearing about animal abuse. Yes, I'm a carnivore, but killing an animal for food(and hopefully killed as fast as possible) is waaaayyyyyy different than deliberate cruelty. Of course I'm talking about that NFL scumbag Michael Vick, as well as a story out of San Diego concerning two dimwitted teenage girls who set a kitten on fire.

Excuse me, but WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!!

What kind of dipsh!t gets off torturing animals?!? How fucked up was their upbringing?! I wish I could slap the living bejeezus out of their mothers.

So.

Unbelievably.

Messed.

Up.

Anyway, I found a petition from the Humane Society that's supposed to be forwarded to the NFL urging that Vicks gets suspended. I'm not a petition-type o' person, but I'll make an exception in this case. I hope a pitbull rips Vicks' balls off.

Sunday

It's Sunday and I don't know what to do with myself.

Of course I'm procrastinating on several projects, including doing a pin-up-ish drawing for a coworker who has his own comic that's getting published in Croatia(!!?!?!?!?!!) and wants the drawing for part of a "gallery" with other artists.

Below is a very veryveryveryveryvery rough Illustrator pose for what I would've used for a poster pitch if I hadn't gotten so damn busy at work. The pose is taken from a photo that my fave derby photographer Boss Hogg took at the Smog City game I announced for last month.

It was supposed to be for the "Texas Shoot Out" WFTDA Nationals that will be happening in Austin come September. Hence the cowboy outfit. I dunno, I might clean it up anyway just for snicks and giggles.
























Other news...still busy, still enjoying work even though it's busy, and wishing that derby hiatus would last just a few weeks longer. I don't want to drive to work at all, but due to the amount of gear I have, it's necessary. Phooey.

Oh, and I finally saw The Awful Truth on TCM today. It stars Cary Grant and Irene Dunne and was damn funny. I think I have it on dvd somewhere at work, so if I get a breath during lunch or something I'll watch it again. I have to give it to George Clooney...I've liked him a lot better since he decided to totally rip off Cary Grant. If you're gonna steal someone's schtick, steal from the best!

Ahhhhh...

I finally finished my freelance over the weekend. Here's the group of five girls that I did:













Wait til you see what they're going to be used for. Nothing huge, but it's fun and I enjoyed the work, even though I was going absolutely nutso trying to balance this with the day job. Ahhh, the day job...

I almost hate to admit it, but I'm really enjoying it. It turns out that when I don't know what the heck I'm doing, I have the most fun doing it. Go figure.

Vewy vewy qwiet...

It's not that I don't want to blog all day, but I can't.

Am wrking hrd.

This week is timing for the animatic of my act. Very long, very tedious work, but it's interesting and am learning A LOT.

brb, k.

Another Milestone

Today I did what directors everywhere do all the time.

I slugged my storyboard.

What's a "slug", you may ask?

It's very very rough timing of a storyboard in preparation of making an animatic of the storyboard to see how everything flows and if all the cuts work, etc. It's not rocket science, but if one has been willfully ignorant about any sort of timing like I've been, well, it's intimidating to say the least.

But I got through it. Badly, but it's done.

To add to the fun, the supervising director would say to anyone within earshot, "Doesn't Sandra look different today? More...confident? More...accomplished? That's because she slugged her board today!!!!!!!" Everyone laughed, I got embarrassed, and the rest of the world carried on without a hiccup despite this momentous occurrence.

The funny part of the above silliness is that the supervising director's spiel reminded me very much of when puberty reared its ugly head and I got my period for the first time. Of course my mom told my dad and he did the whole, "My daughter's becoming all grown up" routine that has embarrassed daughters for generations. To be reminded of that from my boss was surreal, and pretty damn hilarious. Like a dumb@$$, I mention this to said boss, who starts singing this:



And you know what? My job's pretty damn amusing.