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shadesofmauve) wrote2004-10-18 04:41 pm
shadesofmauve) wrote2004-10-18 04:41 pm
2 am Fiddling
I have a new theory that anytime I am up at 2 am I should damn well be making a lot of noise. This may not hold up to closer scrutiny when I'm well rested, but since I'm never well rested at 2 am, this rule has a good chance of standing for my lifetime.
Hence, another random fiddle concert in the empty art building last night. This morning. Y'know.
My 1st webpage project for class is up. My logo was absolute crap (which I knew), and my webpage in all other areas was the most technically nifty of the lot - which I guessed. The general reaction to the page layout and design was better than I expected, but other than that, I was reminded of this monty python sketch:
"I wrote a story. It was a short story, but very boring. I took it to a publisher, and he confirmed my opinions. He said "This story lacks...everything. But most of all it lacks the elements of sex and violence.""
Let this be a lesson to you - if you're ever designing a webpage and you don't know what images to use, get something you can associate with real american culture. A stripper is always good. If you can't find a stripper, get a devil chic...and if you can't find a devil chic, try a UFO.
Thanks, Mr. Chantry.
Today is one of those pseudo-meaningful run-on sentances about the meaning of art and my identity as an art major and being 'interested in this idea that' a day can be a sentence evern a run-on and the fact that this run-on itself is generated by me not getting home until 4:30, never mind bed, all of which is related to the State of Being an Art Major, and our perrenial dichotomy of amazing self-assurance and crushing self doubt, and the fact that we can get away with clothes no one else would ever want to, and I drew cartoons in class today. Or something. Wait, did I use punctuation? I think I violated a rule.
Quoting other people is always more classy than making grammatical mistakes yourself, so allow me to direct your rapt attention to two links which![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
madalchemist has at one time or another pointed out to me: TBM Guide to Picking a Major and this Guide to basic College Skills Everyone Should F*cking Know. In particular, these bits:
"While we're on professional mystique, the successful student can cultivate one of two identities: the scruffy is-he-homeless genius, or the hyperambitious college-as-corporation besuited type. Most students who make it out of here with decent prospects are some variation of the two. Neither of these types wears body glitter and carries a Hello Kitty fur-edged purse. Legally Blonde was a movie (and even Elle Woods didn't dress for class like she was posing for Playboy, hence the embarrassment of the bunny scene); if you dress as if you're going to Polyester's when you're really going to take notes on Locke, people will snicker at you. Inside, but they'll snicker. Unless you're a guy and you carry a Hello Kitty fur-edged purse, in which case you're probably worshiped by thousands so don't worry about it. (Oh, and this does not apply to art majors. Nothing applies to art majors, not even the laws of physics.)" - AltoidAddict's Guide
Art majors spend four years in near-total isolation preparing for careers at which they will probably never get a chance to succeed. This is why you see art majors and college basketball players hanging out together all the time.-TBP
I have a thesis & Outline on a subject I haven't picked due tomorrow at 9:30, and the process book for webdesign due wednesday. Anyone wanting to have serious, lucid conversation with me should wait 'till thursday. If lucidity isn't an issue, I have to admit that I might be kinda fun to watch.
Audio prof asked if we could identify a mic. I answered that it was the spaceship. Loudly.
Normally I keep these things in my head.
So, thesis statement etc. is pressing, and I'll just have to leave you guessing about other exciting events in Saja-ville, like the fact that on Saturday night my life turned into a D&D game (which might be more amusing if I'd gotten to pick my character, or if I knew how to play D&D).
Hence, another random fiddle concert in the empty art building last night. This morning. Y'know.
My 1st webpage project for class is up. My logo was absolute crap (which I knew), and my webpage in all other areas was the most technically nifty of the lot - which I guessed. The general reaction to the page layout and design was better than I expected, but other than that, I was reminded of this monty python sketch:
"I wrote a story. It was a short story, but very boring. I took it to a publisher, and he confirmed my opinions. He said "This story lacks...everything. But most of all it lacks the elements of sex and violence.""
Let this be a lesson to you - if you're ever designing a webpage and you don't know what images to use, get something you can associate with real american culture. A stripper is always good. If you can't find a stripper, get a devil chic...and if you can't find a devil chic, try a UFO.
Thanks, Mr. Chantry.
Today is one of those pseudo-meaningful run-on sentances about the meaning of art and my identity as an art major and being 'interested in this idea that' a day can be a sentence evern a run-on and the fact that this run-on itself is generated by me not getting home until 4:30, never mind bed, all of which is related to the State of Being an Art Major, and our perrenial dichotomy of amazing self-assurance and crushing self doubt, and the fact that we can get away with clothes no one else would ever want to, and I drew cartoons in class today. Or something. Wait, did I use punctuation? I think I violated a rule.
Quoting other people is always more classy than making grammatical mistakes yourself, so allow me to direct your rapt attention to two links which
madalchemist has at one time or another pointed out to me: TBM Guide to Picking a Major and this Guide to basic College Skills Everyone Should F*cking Know. In particular, these bits:"While we're on professional mystique, the successful student can cultivate one of two identities: the scruffy is-he-homeless genius, or the hyperambitious college-as-corporation besuited type. Most students who make it out of here with decent prospects are some variation of the two. Neither of these types wears body glitter and carries a Hello Kitty fur-edged purse. Legally Blonde was a movie (and even Elle Woods didn't dress for class like she was posing for Playboy, hence the embarrassment of the bunny scene); if you dress as if you're going to Polyester's when you're really going to take notes on Locke, people will snicker at you. Inside, but they'll snicker. Unless you're a guy and you carry a Hello Kitty fur-edged purse, in which case you're probably worshiped by thousands so don't worry about it. (Oh, and this does not apply to art majors. Nothing applies to art majors, not even the laws of physics.)" - AltoidAddict's Guide
Art majors spend four years in near-total isolation preparing for careers at which they will probably never get a chance to succeed. This is why you see art majors and college basketball players hanging out together all the time.-TBP
I have a thesis & Outline on a subject I haven't picked due tomorrow at 9:30, and the process book for webdesign due wednesday. Anyone wanting to have serious, lucid conversation with me should wait 'till thursday. If lucidity isn't an issue, I have to admit that I might be kinda fun to watch.
Audio prof asked if we could identify a mic. I answered that it was the spaceship. Loudly.
Normally I keep these things in my head.
So, thesis statement etc. is pressing, and I'll just have to leave you guessing about other exciting events in Saja-ville, like the fact that on Saturday night my life turned into a D&D game (which might be more amusing if I'd gotten to pick my character, or if I knew how to play D&D).