:: Quiche of the Day ::

:: 3.11.2002 ::

Look, I don't care what the commercials tell me. No matter how big my plans for this weekend are, I am certian that my period isn't going to "ride along." I'd really like to be able to watch cartoons without corporate intrests telling me that I'm a woman. Seriously. It shouldn't be that hard, but there it is. It's just one more sign of how corrupt and materialistic our society has become. Oh well.
Grant and I actually got to Aikido class a little earlier than usual last week, so we got better spots in front of the Dojo Mirrors. I usually wear clothes that are a lot baggier than the outfits we have for that class, and I don't often get to see myself in a full body mirror, so it was the first time I've really gotten a good look at what my body looks like. Here is what my body looked like: a stick wearing a martial arts uniform. Thinnest guy in class: me. Now I can become a super model I guess. No wait! I have to remember that I'm not a girl! Stupid TV!
I also weighted myself today on a scale at the thrift store (they had a lot of them) and found that I weight a whopping 125 pounds (or around there). If you're supposed to gain the "freshman fifteen" pounds at college and I lots 10, does that mean I gained the freshman -25? I sure hope so!
I had a hamburger for the first time in a while today, and it made me fell kind of sick. I don't know if it was because it was cooked wrong, or if it's because school has taught me that beef is the worst possible thing to put into your mouth except for most things that aren't food. I dunno, can guilt affect your tummy? I sure hope not. That would mean I'd have to stop eatting other people's food without asking first. Well, only if it makes me feel guilty, I guess.
Ok, that's all for tonight. I promise that's the last time I talk about my body for a long, long time.
:: Aaron Humphrey 12:14 AM reply [+] ::
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Today is my sister's birthday! Or actually, I guess yesterday was my sister's birthday, since it's not today any more. Stupid time doesn't make any sense. Days end when you go to sleep! duh! For whatever it's worth, as of right now I've had a little sister (who will very shortly yell at me for calling her little) for 17 years and a couple of hours and some additional minutes. How cool is that? Cooler for her, because she's in France right now eatting crouisants and bagettes and chevrolettes, all of which are French. And I am in Orange County eatting Hershey's Kisses and water, neither of which they have in France. There is no water, so everyone has to just drink wine, which they have a lot of there. It's not illegal for little kids to drink it, because that's all they have. It's probably illegal for them to drink water, come to think of it. Anyway so everyone in France drinks wine all the time, so they are always drunk, and that's why they talk funny and forget to shave their legs.
To make a long story short, I am glad I have a sister, even if she's in another country wearing a "beret," which is the french word for "it looks like a beanbag that you wear on your head."
For Christmas I got my sister some comic books about a fashionable girl superhero called . . . well, see if you can guess it (trust me, you can!).For her birthday I got her . . . I'm not telling. I'm told that they have The Internet in France, too, and I don't want to spoil it!
:: Aaron Humphrey 1:23 AM reply [+] ::
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Look, I don't care what the commercials tell me. No matter how big my plans for this weekend are, I am certian that my period isn't going to "ride along." I'd really like to be able to watch cartoons without corporate intrests telling me that I'm a woman. Seriously. It shouldn't be that hard, but there it is. It's just one more sign of how corrupt and materialistic our society has become. Oh well.
Grant and I actually got to Aikido class a little earlier than usual last week, so we got better spots in front of the Dojo Mirrors. I usually wear clothes that are a lot baggier than the outfits we have for that class, and I don't often get to see myself in a full body mirror, so it was the first time I've really gotten a good look at what my body looks like. Here is what my body looked like: a stick wearing a martial arts uniform. Thinnest guy in class: me. Now I can become a super model I guess. No wait! I have to remember that I'm not a girl! Stupid TV!
I also weighted myself today on a scale at the thrift store (they had a lot of them) and found that I weight a whopping 125 pounds (or around there). If you're supposed to gain the "freshman fifteen" pounds at college and I lots 10, does that mean I gained the freshman -25? I sure hope so!
I had a hamburger for the first time in a while today, and it made me fell kind of sick. I don't know if it was because it was cooked wrong, or if it's because school has taught me that beef is the worst possible thing to put into your mouth except for most things that aren't food. I dunno, can guilt affect your tummy? I sure hope not. That would mean I'd have to stop eatting other people's food without asking first. Well, only if it makes me feel guilty, I guess.
Ok, that's all for tonight. I promise that's the last time I talk about my body for a long, long time.
:: Aaron Humphrey 12:14 AM reply [+] ::
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Today is my sister's birthday! Or actually, I guess yesterday was my sister's birthday, since it's not today any more. Stupid time doesn't make any sense. Days end when you go to sleep! duh! For whatever it's worth, as of right now I've had a little sister (who will very shortly yell at me for calling her little) for 17 years and a couple of hours and some additional minutes. How cool is that? Cooler for her, because she's in France right now eatting crouisants and bagettes and chevrolettes, all of which are French. And I am in Orange County eatting Hershey's Kisses and water, neither of which they have in France. There is no water, so everyone has to just drink wine, which they have a lot of there. It's not illegal for little kids to drink it, because that's all they have. It's probably illegal for them to drink water, come to think of it. Anyway so everyone in France drinks wine all the time, so they are always drunk, and that's why they talk funny and forget to shave their legs.
To make a long story short, I am glad I have a sister, even if she's in another country wearing a "beret," which is the french word for "it looks like a beanbag that you wear on your head."
For Christmas I got my sister some comic books about a fashionable girl superhero called . . . well, see if you can guess it (trust me, you can!).For her birthday I got her . . . I'm not telling. I'm told that they have The Internet in France, too, and I don't want to spoil it!
:: Aaron Humphrey 1:23 AM reply [+] ::
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I cannot leave any kind of food-related material in my garbage can any more. Here's the equation for trouble: Aaron likes eatting food in his room. Ants like eatting food in Aaron's trashcan. Aaron does not like ants. Ants say "too bad, suck it up, loser!" Aaron says "eat watery death!" and washes them all out in the shower (no room for garbage cans in the sink). But not before he films them! Here's some tasty screenshots from my new movie Ants in My Garbage Can (not really my new movie), which I filmed over a month ago. It's really not the same without being able to see them scurry around, but I can't figure out how to upload video yet. Oh well. Bask in the glory of fuzzy black spots!

That last one's Grant. You could say he's a grrrrrrrrrrr-ant! Hoo boy! I swear I am too funny for this earth. Bedtime.
:: Aaron Humphrey 12:40 AM reply [+] ::
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Too much stuff since my last update to recap everything and remain coherent. Fortunatly, God gave us lists.

Famous film stuff I've done:
*Kicked it with some of the world's leading cinematographers and a whole lot of other film students at the American Society of Cinematographers' annual open house. They had no punch, no cookies, and had run out of name tags by the time we got there, so no one knew who I was. That's ok, though, because I didn't really know who most of the world's leading cinematographers were, either. I mean, sure I knew about Laszlo Kovacs (of Miss Congeniality Fame!), and I'd heard of Conrad Hall, but I didn't bring my Cinematographer flashcards, nor had I been studying them, so I didn't really have much of a clue. However, I did get to chat with Ameile cinematographer Bruno Debonnel, who's up for an Academy Award, and listen to Pearl Harbor cinematographer John Shwartzman talk about his dog. Also ran into the guy who films Barry Sonnefield's stuff, who spent most of his time walking around (without a name tag!) looking a little dim, while telling us that he didn't work on movies like Orange County, which he did work on, and saying he really didn't feel like answering any questions. All in all it was pretty cool, though I wish I'd studied up a bit more before going and gotten a name tag. Next year!
*Chowed down with semi-legendary director John Badham and possibly up-and-coming director DJ Caruso. Thanks to Chapman, us college kids have that kind of thing to sigh up for at least once a week. John Badham's the filmmaker-in-residence this semester, and the film school uses these weekly dinners opportunity to turn as many industry pros onto our side as possible. It was also cool to listen to the pros talk about their experiences and stuff in an informal setting, and also the food was good. They even offered me wine! ha! (I turned it down, though)
*Took a two hour bus ride up to Warner Bros. studios to see the taping of a pilot episode of a new sitcom staring Sandra Bullock (of Miss Congeniality fame!), only to find out that they had over-booked, and we were the books that got shut-out. Instead of free food and fun times, we had to stop at a grocery store and then take the bus back to the school without so much as a glace at Ms. Bullock. Oh well. I guess that's what they call in french "la vie."
*Found out that my screenwriting prof. was taught by the likes of Milos freaking Forman! If that means nothing to you . . . you're not as much of a film geek as I am, because I freaked out.

Movies I've seen lately (go to IMDB for links, I'm lazy):
*Count of Monte Cristo - It's got pirates, sword fights and jail breaks, et al . . . it would have taken a lot for me to not like this movie. Thanks to the Classics Illustrated adaption that my dad bought for me many moons ago I knew most of what was going to happen, but the movie still managed to keep me in suspence most of the time. This is the kind of movie everyone tells you Hollywood used to make -- pretty straightforward, but well-crafted and relatively nuanced. Plus the sword fights are the most sword-sy fights I think I've ever seen. Neat!
*Seven - Can David Fincher be my new favorite director? Fight Club was good, but this movie proved that he can handle stuff withoug the cruch of "unconventional narrative structure" just as well, if not better. Something about the ending didn't quite work for me, but the rest was great, and oh-so-noir. Can't wait for Panic Room.
*SubUrbia - It's got more of a plot than the other two movies I've seen by Richard Linklater, but it's still a lot of young people doing a lot of talking and not much else, so it wasn't too much of a departure. What's interesting, though is that while all of Linklater's films I've seen (this, Slacker and Waking Life) have similar elements, they're all unique unto themselves -- each movie has a distinct theme, tone and structure. When you've got that, who needs a story?

What I'm doing now
*Running out of interesting things to say.
*About to go to bed.
*Hoping to update again soon, and more frequently.
*Wondering where this page has been all my life.
:: Aaron Humphrey 12:05 AM reply [+] ::
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