I suppose every project has its hiccups
May is the month that I blog about mine
WARNING: The following post is rated PG-13
for the use of frequent coarse language.
I believe my blog has somewhat of a poetic nature to it. Since
poets carefully select words to best articulate their message, I too have chosen
the most adequate words for the situation.
If you are going to get offended stop
reading now.
If you are going to get offended but continue
reading anyway may I suggest that you pretend I have used euphemisms such as Fruitcakes, or Shazbots.
On with the blog post!
It is a well-known fact that when you work
with computers things will eventually go to hell. It’s bound to happen. I take many precautions by backing everything
up each night, saving multiple versions of a file, but never-the-less things
will inevitably go unexplainably and horribly wrong.
It’s like being in a horror movie. You know
the killer is in the house, you know they will jump out sooner or later, probably
when you’re least expecting-
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!! WHAT THE MONKEY BALLS
JUST HAPPENED?!?!?!
WHY DOESN’T SHE HAVE FACE?! WHERE DID HER
GODDAMN FACE GO?!
WHAT HAPPENED TO HER BODY!!!! WHAT THE SHIT
HAPPENED TO HER BODY?!?! FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!
I started laughing hysterically because my
film now looks like a surrealist painting.
Then crying hysterically because I had a
grad panel in a week (the scary thing where a panel of Profs see your work and
evaluate you accordingly)
And
I have no idea where my protagonists face is
Oh
I found it. It’s stuck in the wall.
Fuck.
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