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07/26/2005: "Uninterupt."

Woo... That took a while to get back from...

That link leads to a website that has this game called "Ragdoll Masters" and the game's not bad...Sorta like RMR meets Street Fighter. I'm still undefeated out of the threeish people who play here, and I haven't even gotten a chance to play it alone. No personal computer, don'tcha'know.

However, even in absnce of proper crappy windows and/or linux and/or mac based systems, I have managed to construct a Command Center OUTPOST that I must say holds up quite well. It's built of cardboard and ducttape and Easy Cheese. It houses snacks and drinks, a PS1, a 9-inchish color monitor, a set of computer speakers, a subwolfer, a small but powerful fan, a lamp, a clock, a phone, and 3 Gundam models. Plus, the entire setup is build like a nest, and positioned in a way that when I'm in it playing games (usually either Wipeout 3 or FFIX (I've learned to work with what I have)) I'm totally self contained (except for bathroom), and people who walk in can't see me behind the pile. It's like a single person hidden ninja city. Plus I got the window right behind me so I cna look out at the peoples, and people who try and see me are just blinded (the lamp serves the same purpose at night). Personally, I think I have a rather lucrative carreer in duct-tape construction ahead of me. The only fatal key in my whole plan is that it all runs on my roommate's power strip. With luck he'll forget.

It's one of the few reasons I don't really wanna leave...but mom sent me a camera, so I'll always have my memories, and I just have these people holding me here. Even with Lauren gone (that's a whole rant onto itself, but mind has not quite sorted to blog-dumping proportions yet) it's suprising how many people accept me as one of them. By my count...8 or 9. Isn't that wild? I guess I'll get some pictures of them too...

Don't get me wrong, as much as I don't want to leave, I really want to come home. I miss all you guys. People are getting hugs when I get back...don't ask why, just expect it when you're least expecting it. Also, I'm thinking saturday, but I don't know how many days I'm gonna need to sleep and enjoy my own room again, but within the week of getting home I want to have a game night. Not as big as a kerblamenfeist, but enought to cover this heavy jonsen I'm gettin'. all I know is that there'll be Q2 (simply because it's default by this point, and I don't think we need to say it anymore), and for some reason, I feel like some heavy Mario World playing. Both the old and new school Mario's...well, as new school as SNES can be considered...And, as somewhat shameful as it is, I want to play Pokemon Stadium for something other then the crapy mini-games. I want to have battles with my old school Pokemon Red crew. SNORLAX MUST AWAKEN!!!! ...Sorry guys ("guys" in question TBA, but needles to say Truitt boys take heed now).

Well, it's 10:00, and we'll be heading back to the dorms soon I figure...so I'm actually gonna wrap this up by giving you all the word part of my project. I'm making a series of pictures (I started with seven, knocked it down to 7, and now I'm almost up to ten) which basically illustrate this rant I wrote to be the oppsite of everything the "professional" artists have been telling me since I've been here. All the kids agree with me tho. The only part that ticks me off a bit is that my teacher has seen mine, and actually likes it to a point and called it "cute that I picked up on postmodernism". HE'SNOT SUPPOSED TO LIKE IT! THAT TAKES ALL THE FUN OUT OF IT!!! Oh well...maybe there'll be a lot of people it'll piss off.

As long as I like it, cause when we did the mid course crit, I introduced it as a peice I hated (they revoked my introing rights after that one), and this I want to be something I actually like so that everyone else can hate it and I can be a real artist and tell them to fuck off cause they don't get it. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Besides, I think that's in the peice...OH RIGHT! Posting it...I totally forgot I was about to do that...



Art works on opinon. Two people
can have exact opsite views on a piece and yet
both are valid. If every view was the same, it
would be science.

Individual
works can’t have exact meaning.
the artist can have a reason that he made
the piece, but each viewer is going to come away
with their own interpretation of the work,
so the original intent is somewhat ignored.

if someone wants to look into
the meaning of a piece, that’s
fine. But many won’t, and the
artist needs to keep this in mind
if he’s looking to make a
statement, because only a
select few will come
to know it.

Hmm...

Part of the
beauty of art is that people
get different meanings from the same
piece. Forcing a single view on people ruins
this important individual experience.
If science is about conformity of
methods and answers, then art
is about chaos.

art evokes
answers, not
questions. We are
all have our own
questions...and we
are always
searching for the
answers, by either
science or art. But
where science just
gives you the
answers, art helps
call the answers
out from inside
of you.

The meanings we interpret will be
based off our own questions, and
immediately have more impact. When
we are told someone else’s meaning,
we don’t identify as well, and it
can’t hit us as much as what
we come up with.

It really makes us start to wonder if
Intent is anywhere near as important as effect.

Sigh.



I don't know how much the illustrations actually help it, but know that it's in word balloons, and has been commeneted that it would be just as comfortable as a comic book. But I think the way I'm doing actually makes it work better...Printed and hanging in sequence on a wall down a hallway. Chris (our professor, but no one calls him that) actually did help me get the workds in order a bit...like evoke instead of invoke was a really good call...and a few other comments. Ticks me off, cause it's someone who knows what they're doing subtlely showing me that, even tho I know what I'm doing, I could still be doing it better. And it's not the telling me that pisses me off, it's the fact that I could be doing it better, but it takes other people to show me how. It's this thing from my past...lone wolf...self reliance...hating other people and trying to get rid of at least the need for them all...Yeah, it's key to what I'm saying, but it's another one of those things I'm still trying to work out.

Well look at that...seems like I need to look up a band called Styrofoam. Like if Efiel 65 went mellower...

You know what, I'm gonna make it so that on Friday when people show up they're gonna hear nuthin' but my music. That may be a bit mean, but at the same time it's a good test of wether or not the COMMAND CENTER can operate at full power. I got it up, and it's running at optimal capasity, but I wanna know what happens when I crank that mutha fucka UP!

...to 11.

...

::walks off and juggles oranges in direction of those silly film kids::

F*R*A*G: "Stop that, or I'll come down there and remove from your keyboard the keys nesissairy to make those homogay faces." See that kids? The word for today is "Homogay"!