Hundreds of the Greatest Hits!

My server’s front web page is getting hundreds upon hundreds of hits. My counter says I’m racking ‘em up. So why does it feel like my server is in a little corner of the internet? Actually, I like it that way. Unfortunately, Google found my site so it may not stay that way for long. Heck, people, it’s only on a cable modem right now! Upstream rates are mediocre at best. Okay, I admit, I submitted my site to Google. Shame on me. In other news, I bought Avenue Q at the iTunes music store today.

The Moth Attack

So dB’s 473 class and I are watching the complete Empire Strikes Back last night and right when the mynoks start flying around the Millenium Falcon in the asteriod this huge ol’ moth starts dive-bombing us. Now I usually don’t mind most insects, but moths just creep me out. They’re stupid, ugly, clumsy, and this one was biiiig. It settled down after the action sequence, though, possibly having been riled up out of support for its larger space based brethren.

Screech, Turn, Crash

So I’m walking home EB on Adams from Hoover after dropping off some Netflix films in the corner mail box when I hear a “screeech”—I turn around quickly to witness a crash with a satisfying and disturbing crunching & squealing noise; a dk red Nissan sedan hits the RR fender of a white Geo Tracker as it makes a lt turn onto NB Hover from Adams as the light turns red. Someone else calls 911 and LAFD arrives code 3 a few minutes later. Both drivers are okay and I stick around to be a witness for LAPD after LAFD leaves, but the drivers work it out amongst themselves so no report taken.

Does this make sense?

As I near the tuition deadline for the Spring 2004 semester, I find myself saying, “I have to register and pay for a class that I’m not going to take because I can’t register and pay for a class that I am going to take.” Anyone who knows the hassles of USC’s D-clearance and registration system knows what I’m talking about.

Only in my part of town...

…can you hear a tire screech, metal/glass cunching/shattering, and then more squealing as an engine revs and fades away, only to rush outside to find no sign of an accident besides the sound of debris on the road as passing cars drive over it.

Dumb One-Liner

Second-rate toilet paper: something about it just rubs me the wrong way.

Fires, School

It’s been a while since I’ve posted an update. The Southern California October 2003 Wildfires have come and gone, the weather has turned colder, and Streakers has gone from production into post-production. I will most likely not have time to post another update for quite a while, and I apologize if this one isn’t quite really up to snuff. I’m doing my best, but this blog thing is really last on my priority list.

And that’s pretty much it. Sorry to disappoint. I’ll see you in December, perhaps?

A Visit from the Masters: Patrice Leconte & Steven Poster

Jeremy Kagan arranged for French director Patrice Leconte to talk to us about some of his filmmaking experiences. He was joined later by American cinematographer Steven Poster and the two of them related their experiences working together as it pertains to a learning experience for the student directors. It was very interesting. These two film giants have worked so much in the industry and have so much experience; it was inspiring, a little humbling, exciting, and very informative.

Steven Poster, Patrice Leconte (this was not a “posed” picture) in the Ron Howard Screening Room, Zemeckis Center, USC: