Playing Love Letter right now.... oop, never mind, just lost... and I was doing so well. At the start.
Did pretty well at Secret Hitler earlier this evening, at least... I was Hitler, this one time, and got elected to chancellorship... insta-win. It was good.
For one week only, special screenings of the latest Japanese Godzilla flick, starting October 11. Am so excited. Check your local listings for a participating theater near you.
Connie at the Poison Control Center is super nice. I'm sure they all are, but I didn't talk to 'em all, now did I? Anyway you should definitely call those guys if you accidentally swallow some bad stuff, or anything like that. 1-800-222-1222, how easy to remember is that?
So good news, ferric chloride on the skin isn't going to poison you, (though it, being a powerful acid, is of course going to burn...) Flushing the skin for 15 minutes like they say to do really works.
Everything's fine. Just made that call to be sure, you know? Making sure that you can't absorb acids into your bloodstream through your cuticles. I'd hate to die over something as silly as submerging both arms deliberately into a highly corrosive chemical bath... Wasn't even that big of an event in the day, really, just gave me something to blog about, as well as an excuse for not needing to write too much. Yay.
I did manage to save the plate, though! We'll see how it prints.
I'm, like, totally psyched for the new Pirates of the Caribbean film coming out next year, as I've mentioned and have been mentioning. Javier Bardem is going to be in it? Man, the only thing that could be better than that would be Idris Elba. Which he actually might, I mean I can totally see him in one of these...
Just finished reading the scripts of all four films so far, in fact. It can definitely help to get your head around all the gambits and double-crosses that are flying around, especially in the third one...
Alright, so, anyway. If Barbossa mutinied against Witty Jack, thus becoming captain of the Black Pearl before cursing himself and his crew with the Aztec gold from Isla de Muerta, all that, then why (if he's a captain only through mutiny) is he one of the 9 Pirate Lords of the Brethren Court? It is a title that can be passed from captain to captain, or captain to, whoever, whereupon they'd become a captain, as established by Sao Feng making Elizabeth captain and a Pirate Lord upon his death, (thinking she's Calypso,) but... Barbossa's piece of 8 is the eyeball which he gave to Ragetti, which meant that he already had it before the mutiny (Ragetti wouldn't have done any eyeball-losing during the time of the curse, of course, and there was a period of, what, a month tops between the mutiny and the curse...)
A puzzlement.
That story, I would like to see...
Also, I'm pretty sure there are Young Jack Sparrow books which could answer this question, but, when exactly did Jack become a pirate? From certain material unfortunately cut from the theatrical release of At World's End, we can piece together that Jack, working for the East India Trading Company, got branded P only after he released the "cargo" of 100 slaves against Beckett's orders... The Wicked Wench is burnt, the Flying Dutchman salvages her (in exchange for some soul (Jack's, or 100 others,)) the rescued blackened ship is renamed the Black Pearl... so... was Jack already a pirate, just unbranded because that was most convenient for the company? Or did he only become a pirate after that incident? His father is definitely Captain Teague, of course, one of the saltiest sea dogs imaginable, but, Will, son of Bootstrap, didn't start out a pirate, started out hating pirates in fact, so... I'm sure it's explained somewhere, probably, just, well I don't know.
For a second there, it looked like, posts were just failing to load, and that I'd just, miss a day. Not that I'd mind by this point. I'm wiped out completely.
I've got two lab classes Mondays and Wednesdays, back to back-- the only two lab classes this semester, that's how they're organized. (Science lab doesn't count, I don't think, because 100% of the work is done in-lab, during class hours... even with printmaking, where the work is all done in-lab with its dangerous chemicals and heavy printing machinery, there's a lot of work outside of class time.)
At least the unit right now in Graphic Design is work-at-your-own-pace, come up with whatever poster stuff; that's not requiring any work outside class so far (though we're only a day into that.) Printmaking class, 7 prints due, coming up on Monday... that's where I spent a lot of time this evening, Scanning lab workbook in for chem class afterward. Checking out the Halloween store, and doing grocery shopping, prior to.
The building of the Spirit Halloween apparently used to be an Ace. Which still has this sign up.
and I missed the midnight deadline. great. just backdate this post by however long, now...
so it looks like i missed there was somekindof paper due but you can makeitup but -15% off the grade so thats good
im gong to need to double-spce the paper work, one sheet is all, not bad at all, and i actually do have interesting things to write about today but theyre all secret so my post is just about homwerk. i probably would have gotten this post finished by midnight pacific if i could think of a name for this post. it's nly after the midniht that my typig ebgan getting like this. at fost it was jiist a choice but now it's getting ridiculous.
Hem. It's been worse. Actual excerpt from an assignment I wrote once, and then had to decipher:
this lessob is oersibakm deakubf soecufucakkt wutg soecufuc iccyoatuibs that we researcgm that I had hard tune tecgubng actyakky,
I... I understand some of that. I never could touch type as a child. Learned how (or at least discovered I knew how) on my mission, but my finger position's still hunt-and-peck. Type a hybrid, then, really. It works better sometimes than it does others. Where was I? Dead birds? I saw 'em. Today. Two of them, and then showed you the photos accidentally. Whoops!
There's some kind of "homework" or something due, coming up... Such a strange native custom... sacrificing deadlines to the god of Knowledge...
This week, last week (it being Sunday,) confusing stuff, after scrounging up the last leg of money to pay for tuition... Turns out I'd received some kind of boon, looking at it it was actually 9 days ago, some kind of in-school scholarship/grant, something to do with being a sophomore... I guess so; this is my third semester here, with the expected track rate of two semesters a year, placing me at the beginning of sophomore year...
I'd been going to refrain from specifying the exact amount of money in the grant, but I've already been specific about all of my liquid assets in regards to paying tuition, so. $490, there, so I only had to plug in that last $70, which come to think of it is the exact amount of cash I had deposited in my account via ATM earlier that day...
Textbooks were bought. School supplies (as for printmaking, all the required materials) became affordable. Some third thing, to round this list off.
Also there was a $10 charge there that it said I owed to the library. Which I refrained from paying. It turned out to be their bad, and so I didn't have to pay it. ($10 per day is the late fee for turning in cameras late, and I'd turned it in on time, but I guess that didn't get registered. It was rectified, anyway, like I said.)
So I've got like $500 sitting here unexpectedly, and not really much motivation to spend it. I do need to catch up on paying the last few months' worths of tithing...
The hardest part about painting is getting the paint to look like anything but paint- getting paint to look like paint is trivial; getting it to replicate other textures and substances...
I'm practicing, anyway, and gradually improving.
...it sure would be nice if any of this were gradework or anything...
All the student art on the 3rd floor of the Spori, the showcases on the walls. It's dang good. Craft, and vision, both reflected. Prententdd I took a picture of it, and posted it here, and be impressed by it. Also prestence I can spell pretend.
It's the vision that gets me. If I made art of this college-level calibre, what would it reflect? A thought comes to my mind of a recurring fiction in my head- a banquet, a dinner party with only two guests. They feast, while the host alternates between sternly critiquing the guest and suggesting what's worthy of consuming. "You're jejune," he says, "try the ham." The guest is apparently an artist: "you don't create art because you love it," he says, "you create art because you think it would be neat to be famous. The poached eggs are divine, sample some of those next."
I look at the art on the walls. The reasons behind art, again? The realization of something inside of us, clawing its way out? These artists on the wall, they all have vision, meaning passion. "What am I passionate about?" I ask myself aloud.
I'm now going to talk about something entirely unrelated.
There were like 3 things going on at 7:00 this evening; I chose foreign film night over MacGyver and live comedy improv (MacGyver I did catch on CBS.com later.) 3 Idiots, was the movie this week. Highest grossing film in India... ever, apparently. And super, super good.
The audience just went nuts over it when it ended... laughing like there was still something to laugh about during the credits and everything. One member of the audience, in particular, went up to the presenter, laughed like the joke was fresh, just when asked how he liked the movie, and... Is that, Devin?
We stinkin' had a conversation, like he spoke directly to me, and I don't think he recognized me...
No Doubt the Years Have Changed Me, of course, and how much should you expect someone to recognize you when they've got a condition that makes facial recognition difficult? (He knew to expect me, on the mission, and it still took him a couple of seconds.)
New Zootopia Crime Files update this morning! The full text of the update report reads: "minor bug fixes and optimized performance." "Optimized performance" must be code for, opened up level 8 and also added a level 9 now. Finnick's back, and, his name is confirmed to be Finnick (never name-dropped in-film, that one,) and, it's great.
Though I kind of "ate around" the Finnick interrogation... used my stars to purchase interrogations of other characters (that wolf guy from level 6-I-think is back)... and trying to revisit the app now, to actually get to talking to Finnick and reporting what he has to say and what the reunion is like, um... level 8 is "coming soon" again?, and trying to visit any levels other than 8 it takes so long to load I don't think it actually does load.
...man it's been a couple hours, that thing ain't loading.
What new on Fall TV today? No idea. Have a couple of ideas of what's on tomorrow. Tonight all there was to watch was Bad Lip Readings. "Bushes of Love" is actually a really profound song, once you get around how weird it is.
In other news, I finally purchased my textbooks for the semester. Also, onions are apparently almost pure fiber. Woo.
Fall TV continues with its new rollout of programming. Some will survive to be revived a second or third or fourth season. Some will have their plugs pulled before the first season is up for renewal. Some shows that are now terrible will survive against all odds and grow to become classics; others, well, the opposite of that thing I just said, whatever that is.
The day this time: Wednesday, the network: ABC. I put the television on 8:15/7:15 central, during The Goldbergs, whatever that is, in anticipation for Designated Survivor, which is the must-see Wednesday show this season.
Pilot for Speechless follows, though, which was actually one of the ones I wanted to catch, doing so here through almost sheer coincidence. Sitcom about Minnie Driver (playing a character) acting overbearing about her special-needs son, and gosh that sounds terrible, the way I'm describing it; um, it's a show that deals with, a family with a child, JJ, who has special needs, which is, definitely something that looked like it would interest me, the dynamics of how they'd deal with that, and how society deals with that, and everything. He's wheelchair-bound, uses a laser pointer attached to his head to communicate, pointing at words and letters on a card propped in front of him. The family moves, for like the 8th time, into this fixer-upper house in this nice neighborhood, where the school district would have an employee whose job it would be to read out the messages for everyone (it's implied that the mom keeps having them move, not for her son's sake, but for her own need to feel, powerful or whatever.) This year's school's model is relentlessly PC, applauding JJ just for existing (correcting themselves when they attempt a standing ovation, fearing it to be insensitive!) and changing their school mascot to a banana slug, because it has both male and female genitalia. Yeah. It's a sitcom?, that's about all I can say about it so far.
Modern Family, Blackish. Sit through those two too. Modern Family is really good; I'm not sure why I'm surprised by that. Blackish, season premiere they go to Disney World, but no performers there dressed as Zootopia characters, as far as I could see, which is really the only reason I also paid so much attention to that.
Designated Survivor, finally. And... dang. Bull was "fun," and it might go in interesting places and do interesting things with its interesting premise, but Designated Survivor was, right off the bat, one of the best things I've seen on television, ever.
Kiefer Sutherland is some obscure cabinet member (housing and development, if you must know,) not even that great or popular with his own president, but who is the one selected to be off-site at this year's State of the Union. Terrorist attack, and Kief's suddenly POTUS.
The way that 24 premiered immediately following 9/11, I feel that a show about a president who's definitely unqualified is totally topical in an election season where the major-party candidates are respectively a sock puppet and a banana.
Michael Weatherly, the ad said. He'll Get You Off. Bull. Premiers tonight, CBS 9/8 Central. With the face of Dr Jason Bull looking back out at me. The ad clearly expected me to recognize the actor's name; all I knew of him at first glance was, some Michael that wasn't Shanks. Tony DiNozzo isn't that recognizable with the thick-rimmed specs on, I guess.
He'll Get You Off. Bull. Oh, man, that seemed great. Highly irreverent, Michael-Weatherly-starring. Oh, Michael Weatherly. You can get me off any day of the week, but I guess Tuesdays at 9/8 Central work for me. I looked into it more, grew even more intrigued, wished for cable TV or something upon which to catch the premiere.
There's this CBS All Access thing, free for one week... but after that week, I'd just feel guilty not signing up for it, it's like taking the free samples of sushi from Broulim's, and, dude my budget has no room for that, 'member? I'd totally go along with it too; CBS is, just, the greatest. And they've got a great lineup this fall. Seriously even Kevin Can Wait looks worth watching, which is proof that that network is run by literal wizards.*
I realized that there's a TV in the lounge of the apartment complex neighboring which is totally available for anyone to use.
The episode is available on CBS.com right now, but, you know. Television.
The TV in the lounge, last time I tried working its cable, refused to divulge its televised nectar. Somehow I got the wizardbox to commence its output of electronic signals, this time, and I turned on the TV straight to...
Santino Fontana signing "She Likes Basketball" from Promises, Promises, and backed up by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.
It was the 2014 Pioneer Day concert, televised on BYUTV. Which is totally nuts, because I'd been signing earlier just today the Happy Medley from the end of that...
The recording is from the Friday performance, and I was there at the Saturday, much like the James Taylor concert recording. It ended at 8:00, which was right when Bull started, so I could just flip to CBS when it was over.
Michael Weatherly is off of NCIS now, apparently. The new guy on the team is great, as far as I can tell. From the couple scenes I saw of him. Flipping back and forth from the Pioneer Day concert.
What Bull is, anyway, is a courtroom drama executive produced by Dr Phil of all people and Steven Spielberg of all people, among other folks too I guess, about a psychoanalyst who uses high-tech analytical methods to try to predict and influence the jury to win the cases his team is hired to consult on. Think, Runaway Jury meets, I don't know, Lie to Me springs to mind. It's just been one episode, so we'll see what kind of, dynamics and stuff, evolve, but so far it looks... I was going to say "fun," but it's not nearly as irreverent as the name, tagline, and Michael Weatherly would lead you to believe... Like, it's seriously not a comedy...
NCIS New Orleans's season premiere afterwards, "SCOTT BACULA" I shouted at the screen over and over for several minutes, as I realized who the (surprisingly aged) main character was.** Seems like a pretty plot-heavy show; I had no idea what was going on.
Mom told me (on the phone) yesterday to eat more fruits and vegetables. Scale kind of hard to make out in the above photograph, it looks kind of not that much, but in real life you can tell, it's indeed a great large bigmuch amount of onion.
Sandwiches, at this, ward, thing, for, FHE function, this evening? They always have leftovers (have plenny of those too in sandwich form, carbs and protein) and they always order as many onions as they do tomatoes, though apparently I'm the only one who eats onions that prodigiously. Must be for me, I guess? Snack on 'em like popcorn...
I'm trying (have been trying for years) to get some kind of "random post" link on this blog, but that doesn't seem to be a standard Blogger widget... I can offer random "remember this?" moments, and host a featured post, but so far can't make that some totally random thing over, just one I've selected. So that's not much good.
It's the second week of school now. Nothing new to report. Old stuff, though, well...
I made a huge plate in printmaking (we're focusing on intaglio, so experimenting with nice burrs.) I don't know what my burrage looks like yet; I've yet to even ink the plate much less press it. It's going to be an absolute beast to ink, I can tell you that... Everyone else's plates are a few inches by a few inches; mine's, 9''x15'' I think, IIRC...
I've beaten Zootopia Crime Files... so far. They're adding more levels "soon." Sounds great.
Sometimes it feels like I wouldn't wake up at all if not for Marvel Puzzle Quest. Deadpool's Daily is the only thing that gets me out of bed in the morning. I'm still in summer mode, well also always been a procrastinator (important part of the creative process, remember) and though there'd probably be a thing or two to do before I have to get wherever in the morning, I'd still have time before needing to get there. I live so close to the Spori building; I'm spoiled. I've woken up literal minutes before class has started and still made it to school on time. Nevertheless.
Diligence is a virtue I'll be working on this semester. Seems prudent.
It's the first weekend of the new semester here! How are things going so far? Pretty darn well, I'd say.
I tried reading the skywriting in my dream, the darn words kept changing on me. You know it's a dream, but in dreams, you just accept that as being part of reality. I try writing things down so that I'll have the details when I wake up, but the record remains in the dream when I wake. Maybe that thought occurs to me, that that would happen, but of course, in dreams, like I said, you just take that for granted anyway.
I tried buying materials and textbooks today, but the campus bookstore was closed by the time I was ready. I haven't paid tuition yet. I'm not sure if I'll get the Artco job. There's only a limited number of openings available. The screen print machine operator position was filled (or at least the list of openings no longer included it) by the time I applied for anything. Conflicting schedules anyway.
I've got all my classes signed up for. I've attended each at least once. Except for the seminar sometime this semester. Details will become available when they become available.
It's Tuesday, June 14. Looking back at it, that's the day I saw Kung Fu Panda 3. I miss a post here, on the 15th, apparently, weird scheduling things that only get rectified by my posting on the 21st twice having slipped a midnight. The 15th, I still need to make up for. Think I'll set this post up with that.
So yeah, remember this?
Once I get that backlog up, you will. Because that's how blogging works.
My only class today. It's the class from that encounter. Which I will have explained all about.
All the chem students were late. You can only check cameras out for 24 hours, so I had to turn the DSLR in before class. I'd taken pictures besides the ones I've shown you already, of course. We have fish in our pond. I think those are thrushes, but I am terrible at taxonomy of things like this.
Oh man, je suis tout raplapla maintenant, and I know neither the French word for pigeon nor its dove, though I could take a stab at pigeon being pigeon. Maybe.
So yeah it's a good thing that... hold on, what was I about to say. Good thing I explained the situation to you already, probably is what, so let me update you on that. Yesterday I said that the religion section that opened up took place same time, conveniently, as the one I was only waitlisted for; this turns out to be untrue. The Wednesday meeting that I just took to be a totally randomly scheduled makeup-of-the-first-day class was, actually, the first class, with this new section's schedule being on Wednesdays normally. I just signed up for the class without looking, and the class it made me drop because it took place at the same time as this new class wasn't actually the old section like I'd thought at the time, but my graphic design class. I can be just so neurotypical sometimes.
So yesterday, I attended Graphic Design without technically being signed up for it, because I'd had it dropped by that point.
I noticed the error today. I dropped that religion class, signed back up onto Graphic Design, and got myself back onto the waitlist of the original class I'd been hoping to get into. Then, realizing that I didn't need the class with the exactly two-hour gap between it and the preceding class, (which wasn't enough time to do any big things like I said or very many little things for that matter,) I changed the class I was waitlisted to to a 3:15 class, which doubled the time I had in between classes, much better. Plus the waitlist for that section was shorter by one person.
Which left me with a bit of time until my next class. I checked out a DSLR camera from the library, which I can do being in Graphic Design class (you need special permission in order to check out the cameras apparently) which I was (and am) in again, like I'd thought I'd been. It's got adjustable shutter speed and aperture settings, which is great. I can even take decent photos of the moon, without having it look like the sun.
With the new section opened up in the religion class, no other sections are allowed to overfill their capacity- meaning, if you're on the waitlist, you can't be added to the course itself without people dropping in front of you. Fortunately, that happened this afternoon, so I'm off the waitlist and officially into the Everlasting Gospel of Jesus Christ course.
Updated (finalized, no longer estimated) tuition fee: $1954.50. Though add to that, Health Center bill, $62.00. (I guess that insurance only covers part of that kind of thing?) Plus 11 cents from a print job I did once. Also I'm $19.99 down from last time since my Adobe account bills the 11th of every month. And I still need to pay for textbooks. No word back from the resume people; I'd feel so much better having my parents lend/loan/give me some cash if I had a job to make money to pay them back like some kind of responsible, person.
It's the middle of the week. Doesn't feel like hump day, with a couple of new classes still coming up. What it does feel like is no news. What it feels like is sometimes needing to post a blogpost a day, just for the sake of blogpost, is a curse.
What I did promise you was to talk about Printmaking class, and Graphic Design class. Printmaking starts at 11:00, which may not seem that early in the day, but it's about when we woke up during the summer. My Art Readings class is 9:45 in the morning, tomorrow, and if I'm paranoid about missing Printmaking, imagine how much more paranoid I must be about that. I don't want to stay up too late. If I say nothing, this post won't have been writing in the first place (and certainly not reading) but if I start saying anything, I won't be able to stop until I'm done. Which could be hours from now.
Graphic Design class. Have you ever seen someone who sucked on a lemon, then saw a ghost? Just imagine that face. Maybe imagine that was my face. I'm not sure where the lemon came from, but the ghost. The ghost is rabbit hole, the ghost is floodgates. Though not as much by half, of course; still, even half of a hole or half of a gate is far too detailed to be getting into, writing about late into the night, sharing publicly.
From 11:00 until 4:45, Mondays and Wednesdays, lab classes, one monolith, no nap or lunch breaks. There was some kind of makeup class meeting for the religion class I switched to, during this, but I only received the email that it was happening at all (and it was during classtime already anyway) after I'd already set out. So my first class of that is still tomorrow.
Each day this week so far has been as long as a week stuck together, back during summer...
There's a weird... robot, or something, that keeps on giving me repeated hits. ~30 at a time, all at once. Making my analytics go crazy, and it all appears to be the same posts each time. So I've taken those down, temporarily, as an experiment. I'll be putting them back up of course... maybe also as an experiment? I don't know.
Second day of classes! Apparently enough people have waitlisted my religion class they're starting another one, at the exact same time but in a different place. That's the one I'm signed up for now. That's the one I'll be going to on Thursday.
And I suppose I should explain my schedule this semester! My classes are bundled around lunch, so no classes too early and none too late. It does make it tough to fit work around that though (no screen print machine operator position for me, this time!) (though seriously that'd be the greatest job.) Blah blah blah.
I've gone to all my classes this semester so far, except for the Friday one which is going to be awesome which I'll tell you about then. I've got two Monday-Wednesday classes, two Tuesday-Thursday classes.
My Monday-Wednesday classes are both lab classes... and they're back-to-back... yep. But the Printmaking course, basically all the work is done in-lab, not much homework, since obviously you can't intaglio print at home. Printing is a process-heavy, process. Yo. The class immediately following (15 minutes later that is) is Graphic Design. Gonna be meaty. I'll tell you more about that later as well.
Today there was a Readings class and my religion class this semester, "Jesus Christ Everlasting Gospel." They're separated by two hours, which is long enough to get done exactly 1 unit of 'nothing.' Or many somethings, if I want to do that. But, small somethings. Not any big somethings or anything. Nothing's happened in either of those classes yet.
First day of classes. It's going to be a great semester. So far.
So.
All the dryers in the apartment have been full all day. Alright, I did get half an hour in, maybe an hour and a half, but for a tumble dry low setting, which isn't enough time to get anything dry, so yeah. I had all this laundry, have I suppose, with no dryers.
But who needs those, eh. Not when you have clothespins and the cord to your electric blanket.
There are wires around the apartments, lighting like Christmas lights but not, hung up all year round, but it was rainy most of the day. So I had to jury-rig this setup.
They say that air-dried clothes feel much fresher. I'm not sure how clothes can feel "fresh," but, I nevertheless have no reason to doubt this claim.
My anticipated school tuition/fees charge is $2,060, which needs to be paid end of the month. The total pool of my various financial accounts is $1734.37, with an additional $36ish in cash and a whole pile in change, which I kind of need for eating, so that cash-and-pile is out of the question. Going then from just the $1734, then, the question is: how do we make the ends meet? There's a, let's see, $325.63 difference. You know what, I don't need ALL of my pile of change, let's call that $325 even.
What other assets do I have?
I'm sitting an EE savings bond taken out soon after my birth, which matures soon after I turn 30. Right now it's a little over $163 in value, and that's money in my pocket if I cash that now. If I wait till I'm 30, though, it's going to be, shoot how much did I calculate it at, shoot it'd be almost $300 if I continue sitting on it. Both figures are something we should take into consideration.
I worked exactly 2 hours which I did not report, odd jobs and spring cleanup around the apartments at a rate of $10 an hour. That's $20 uncashed, if it's not too late and/or awkward to bring that up to the managers...
There's something like $89.04 that I'm owed from this mass SeaFall and Dead of Winter order from Plaid Hat, where we all (Ryan and Alex and I) chipped in but I did the actual paying.
Pool those together, and we're at... $272.56. Getting somewhere. Just $52.44 needed to make that up.
Plasma donation nets me $65 a week, if all goes well and I'm not temporarily deferred like what happens with too high a frequency for it to be that reliable an income for much more than feeding me. And I do need to be fed, for that; blood protein levels go too low and they tell you to come back tomorrow, so there's always at least half of that income that I need to put aside just for my mouth. Let's say that I do manage to subside on ramen for a bit, though, and ta-da I've covered my entire tuition fee between those five things. There still simply isn't enough...
I'm talking about textbooks. Textbooks cost, and they cost money. And I've got like, hold on let me check, yes five of them this semester. My graphic design and printmaking courses on top of that cost about $130 between them, though I'm pretty sure that that cost is already accounted for on top of tuition in the "total fees owed" figure, which once again is $2,060 this semester. I've checked the textbooks, all; they're all relatively inexpensive, but in total they're still going to cost me a (very cool) hundred or so. I think I do have a savior around that as well, though.
Textbooks cost money to buy, and thus they have a corollary in that they pay money to sell. Last semester I bought all of my textbooks, to sell them back at the end of the semester though -oops!- I missed the buyback period. There is a textbook place in town, cheaper rates on buying and renting, which I'm pretty sure buys textbooks the year 'round so who needs the university bookstore's buyback program--but the cheaper buy/rent price they're selling the books for on the outward end also means less money they're buying the books for on the inward end. Like cashing in the savings bond half a decade early, it'd be the most convenient and immediate return on my investment, but it wouldn't be the best deal on it. I'll head by the Book Viking tomorrow, check the details.
There are a few other moneymaking opportunities available to me. I am sitting on quite possibly one of the greatest collections of Zootopia merchandise in at least the state... I'm far from considering selling it, I'm way too proud for that, but I do have a couple of redundant items in the collection I bought accidentally... A Nick Wilde plush and a Clawhauser action figure. If I can fence those for half the cash I spent on them... well then I'd have, let me check my spreadsheet, $10.50, thereabout. Half of what I spent on them, obviously, not the best-case scenario, but that's still a, who's on the $10, ooh sweet a Hamilton, in my pocket.
I suppose that there are one or two other purchases I regret making, non-food-wise, which I guess I could, sell. A bamboo stylus that was on discount, which claimed to be compatible with "pen-enabled" technology, and it turns out what that means is you need to download the driver which is for free, only you need to do it to your Windows-8-or-higher tablet computer, which I conveniently have 0 of. Also conveniently, the pen being on discount (but still costing me $29.96) was non refundable. They usually cost about $10 more than $30, so even if I sell it somewhere somehow for exactly as much money I got it for, it'd still be a good deal for the receiving end.
So... I think... I can definitely do this. If I go for brokish, and drain all of my accounts, and sell a few things maybe, and cash in things well before they're matured, I can pay for this semester-in-between-Pell-grants without going into debt. Hopefully by the end of the semester, as well, I'll have had a semester's worth of job money from Artco as well, and after that we'll see if that position as a graphic designer on campus opens up again like it's supposed to winter semester. After this, hopefully, I won't back myself into any of these little tight spots again.
I look over at the talking Nick Wilde plush sitting in the Zootopia pile adjacent to me right now (Squeeze for Sounds!), and yeah, no regrets.
Except for those already delineated of course...
In news only tangentially related to my financial situation, I've decided that I don't need an elaborate costume this year for Halloween, handmade though from pricey materials... turns out that trick-or-treating isn't even allowed in the city of Rexburg, what kind of crap is that...
Oh, man, I was freaking out for a while there, but, I guess I'm not doing that anymore... A steady regimen of Marvin Gaye and Tiny Tim would calm anyone down...
The reason I'd been freaking out is schoolular. Er, scholastic, I suppose, scholarly, though the spell check has no problem with the word "schoolular" apparently. Except for that time that I wrote it just now. This inconsistency is interesting...
School, though. In that, it starts tomorrow. Which is Sunday, to be sure, with all the classes being held actually on weekdays, but tomorrow still marks the official beginning of the semester. Online classes and all.
Got all my courses signed up for, erm, mostly. My religion class I've been putting off till the last second to add, because hello obviously that's how scheduling works: the class that you can take whenever in your schedule, can be signed up for whenever in your schedule. Heh.
So yeah, I'm kind of on a waitlist for that...
That's settled, then. What's really a wacky circumstance is tuition. I already attended two semesters this year, fulfilling my Winter/Spring track and the 30 recommended credit hours this year, and have gobbled my Pell grant funding for this year all up with that. I need to take this semester for two of its classes, which act as prerequisites for classes only available Winter track... if I don't take these classes now, I'll have to wait for another whole swing 'round the sun till I can take those classes, and yeah. So I have to fall back on the money earned last summer.
Which is a problem of a difference of a couple hundred bucks, having on a whim already paid all of my rent this semester in one lump and spending, as I did, $787.84 in total on Zootopia miscellanies (if there seems a discrepancy there between that figure and the sum of the two numbers I already reported on ticket+concession total and merchandise cost, what happened was last week I discovered (and added to the spreadsheet) a receipt for a small Bellwether plush, after I'd already reported my "total" on merch spending.) I just realized, that is a hilariously grand amount of money. $787.84. More than 3/4th of a grand, sheesh. No regrets. It's just a couple hundred; I'll find some way around it. Especially with the idea that job opportunities have come up, which I am looking into...
Food is the only thing I regret purchasing. No, not the ice cream cones, either. Other foods. There's nothing in the world more unsatisfying than a poor fast food experience. Those are my regrets. Should've gotten chicken instead of beef at the Cafe Rio Taco Tuesday; shouldn't have ordered a whole 24'' fake Reuben at Gator Jack's (the bread was just white instead of rye, which makes sense I guess since rye isn't really something that lends itself well to super long loaves.) The concessions at Zootopia, like I said, I do not regret, nor very many concessions at all. I have decided that a bucket of popcorn and a cup of coke at the movie theater serve very much the same purpose that 3D does: to make the experience more enjoyable, to immerse you more fully into the experience. If you're using either as a gimmick, if they functions themselves as ends rather than means, you're doing it wrong.
Food is the only thing I consider non-essential, but eating, keeping us y'know alive, is the reason we have a "the economy" in the first place. If people didn't need to feed their families, there would be no need for keeping down jobs, well that and I guess that there's shiny stuff as well, scarcity existing on more planes than just the support of the ontological, but I'm trying to make a point about food, actually, so. Food is the stuff we spend money on that we consider, "the essentials." Maslow's hierarchy crap. My plasma donations keep me fed, and they can cover the expenses for my movie tickets (I went to the theater 4 times, week before last) but that's about all they do. Make sure I don't starve. Feed me better than ramen (I haven't eaten ramen but twice all year, and I actually kind of miss it dangit.) But like I said, I don't consider food part of, the essentials.
Society and culture, I've got this whole theory about, have this weird thing about what they consider the essentials. Spend money on food, you're essential-ing, good job. Spend money on a, I don't know, sock puppet monkey, you're luxury-ing, that's nice, good for you. Keep yourself alive physically, society says; beyond that you're just pampering yourself. Physical illness is considered a necessity, and we treat it (rightfully?) as Serious Business, but mental illness is something we write jokes about (reversed for injury, intriguingly enough.) We're so much easier on physical disorders, though, don't stigmatize those (unless we're being jerks?); mental disorders we sweep up under the rug, shut up in the bedroom closet... True you can take "luxury" spending too far, the same way you can eat yourself to fatness, but I argue that both expenses are equally important.
Does this mean that I magically can afford my obsessively extensive collection of Zootopia product? Yes. That's precisely what it means. (And by that I mean, no, that's not what I mean at all.)
Which brings me back to the job opportunities, and the third thing I was so anxious about earlier till the, Tiny Tim and Marvin Gaye and stuff. Next to the new Super Walmart, very nearby it, there's this place called Artco, which I guess does prints and stuff, not like the copy places in town but like industrial stuff and serigraphy, that kind of drill. Whole bunch of opportunities opened themselves up, apparently, a seasonal thing I guess, and...
Alright, I've said before how much I love serigraphy, and how I've been told that my portfolio strongly resembles silkscreen prints and that I'd be good at it/it'd be a good fit for me. There is indeed a screen printing machine operation position open, where I'd be able to get hands-on experience specifically with screen printing machines outside of just the printmaking course I'm taking this semester (which to my understanding focuses more on relief and intaglio processes,) but...
There are jobs they're offering, with students in mind, flexible hours and credit for internship, but this isn't one of them. This job, says the job description, has specific hours, and, I'm at class for half of those. But I think I may have a plan, and I'd like to see if they could accommodate it once I explain the situation. Only I have to wait till Monday when they're open again, to call.
If it doesn't work, there's the regular internships and all. But I'd love to get my hands on that screen print machine.
Overnight, the city goes from a ghost town to being, full of, having, people. Packed with folks. 'Snuts.
You know what other pages have been turned? New Okkervil River album came out today. Haven't listened to the whole thing yet, but I've, like, previewed the songs? Yeah.
There's this, "the Clothing Outlet," only open on Thursdays, which I barely missed last week...
Aargh what the heck is going on with this formatting... There's a big chunk of nothing at the top, but when I try to delete it it deletes the second photo instead, and when I try to put text there it just winds up down here, and, I don't know. Crazy mess.
So alright, I think I've got it figured out; the photos will be just kind of in a weird order and at the head of the post instead of embedded. Top one is my working on the stickers for the back of 2.0, the drawing aspect of it (the (dingo?) sucking the ice cream from the bottom of the cone needs a lot of work, I know) and mini color sketches for the final paintings (is my deadline when the semester starts, I don't know; I seem to be stepping this up something).
There's a Neilsen's Frozen Custard place here in town, and a Cold Stone apparently and I'm not sure if Millhollow offers their Froyo in a cone; I've only had their sandwiches, and the idea was from the begin-ish to add on further cones as I went to further cone places, so the idea isn't really to have a "deadline" like it's something that can really be finished, but anyway.
A week ago I swung by the Clothing Outlet area, just for the mattress store adjacent/sharing the building really. There's also in the area right next to it, in the vacant lot there, going to be a "World's Best Corn Dogs" as the homemade sign says, like a food truck or something, so I definitely plan on going there when that opens, whenever it, opens... only open through Halloween, and only on weekends, but it will be there, and we'll see if the corn dogs are that great.
I guess by now, in between the sushi photos and the board gaming in Provo, there are a couple of pictures of me n' my sick duds, so I should stick those in Is of Looking Fab like I'd promised... still one or two outfits not photographed yet from that...
Who knew I was such a clotheshorse... My moustache did...? Alright.
After cleaning up and checking out/in to the same apartment, officially now on new renewed contract for the apartment, I decided to set out and see what kind of deals the Outlet had. As it turns out, the answer is yes deals.
I'm trying to figure out a way to segue this and I just can't. Remember this, though?
Went back to Paradise Donuts this afternoon... or happened to be passing it on the way back from the district library, and it happened to be open... and bought another Apple Pie cone for myself, managed to take a photo but boy was it drippy. Just the way I like it, of course; totally gnarly stuff. School is approaching, and there are things to pay for, so is buying ice cream really the right thing to do in this situation, though? Cute question; buying ice cream is always the right thing to do.
Today I took some time in Adobe Photoshop with the photographs of all the ice cream cones so far and erased out the backgrounds (no picnic when you can't find the stylus to your drawing tablet and just have to mouse it) and, tomorrow I guess, I'm going to print that out on actual physical paper and figure out where to go from there, how to integrate the drawings and position each.
You can totally click on the image to Ms Marvel it up to actual size; I've also written the deets of each cone in a nice solid Courier font, also to paste on the back of 2.0.
I'm an actor, apparently. Kind of Alden Ehrenreich-like. I'm taking on a new role, actually I'd never even heard the casting rumor till I was browsing a tumblr about upcoming films and tv shows, spoiler stuff in general and casting rumors, where it mentioned me my role in the upcoming, thing, in a couple of days, but also said I was rumored to be shooting the other thing in 3 days?! So, yeah. News to me. I dispel the rumor to my conversation partner chatting in church.
I'm playing a video game on-- I guess it's an iPhone turned sideways, like the tracker in Leverage as we saw in the clip...
That device is an iPhone on its side, apparently, in some kind of cradle which looking at it is probably actually non-functional. As seen in the gag real for Season 5, here, at 2:42? It's just so obvious in retrospect... So that, that tracker, is what I'm using to play some new Smash Bros game, and I guess it's, my character or whatever, I'm playing as. (There's a sub-select character screen where you can choose which of your guy's weapons he'll have, with (for my character) the bow or the crossbow or nothing (meaning just the sword, my character's normal standard weapon (which I guess he'd still have with the bow but maybe not? It certainly would explain what happens next...))
I'm trying to figure out how to Smash attack, and trying to figure out the equivalent of my a button- I've got the b button, so I can crossbow all I want, but this weird iPhone on its side, shoulder buttons are pretty obvious but what the heck's up with the others, I mean where the buttons is at? The level I'm playing, by the way, is Hyrule Castle from Smash 1, I do not remember my opponent. Ganondorf?
Then we're this, jewish? singing? group in white tuxes- I'm playing this in a hall in some building, and they're there- like one of the halls outside the side aisle to an auditorium, so they must be performing here. They're this rap group, specifically. Sitting down just on the ground, leaning against the walls.
Or maybe in chairs. There's this girl in this chair next to me at some point; she's upgrading the iPhone, she scans the area with the camera to gather her contact infos (and I guess the place she refers to as the airplane, like we're all passengers, but this is just from her point of view, the way that certain places can "play" other places in dreams; either that or it's some technically jargon I don't catch.) The camera has facial recognition, but she finds herself occasionally having to go in and make corrections.
Finally it's performance time. They'd bought elaborate costumes for the rap- motorcycle helmets and suits, and pirate gear. All white, of course, as is their typical outfitting. The performance is pretty short, a few songs, an encore at the end consisting of a rap of only a few lines, and then they have to fence the equipment- if even one item they'd bought they're caught with, they'll be found out, and be in trouble. This is explained to me in the parking lot and trekking across the apartment complex, how they can't be caught, as we're heading to fence the stuff/ To the pawnshop!
Only there are cops in their cop car, (and this part, though probably outside in reality (driving in cars and everything of course) is represented by an indoor environment, through the process explained earlier) cops parked in their cop convertible, guarding the entrance. We have to grift one by one past them- they're blockading against the rappers. get them to look the other way or distract the generally while a car goes down the road to the pawnshop, or else convince them we've got business down that way at least. The road that way is represented by a large oak double-door, and the building's interior is pretty plush, in carpeting, and the walls are wood-lined, really classy.
I go down the other road (a side door) while the other car goes through the normal door, cut in front of them and turn, like I happen to be just some other traffic. And I drive through the halls, and cut to the path to the pawn shop.
At some point I must get out of the car, explore this room- it's like a big courtroom I GUESS, with steps, and (and for a second I begin to panic, trying to escape the room, for if you spend too long exploring in a dream, you forget your objective and the dream becomes about that.) But I find my way out, and explore a bit more my way to the pawn shop entrance place, a room above the other room, a balcony apparently or mezzanine to that room- the group is there but I see a couple of people entering through the door, and hide figuring it must be the cops- swing over the balcony, and under the railings peeking up, get complained at/called out for doing do, but it's not the cops.
The group is mostly clustered around the entrance, sparse little groups, apparently having finished pawning- some even have bought goodies of their own they found there.
There's this one smallish paper cardboard card, 1950s spinning chad thing, like a decoder with a window, sitting there, that really calls out to me- ERIC it says, and it turns out it's some kind of fortune telling device. Is it really? It knew my name, it must call out to me literally... but it's just a coincidence, just named that, and the way it tells its fortune is a sort of a game- getting caught at various situations, imagine how different people you know would respond to you.
This is great, I think, I could blog about this, and c.f. the "caught you naked" helps in Zootopia Crime Files with it. Which I guess I've been meaning to tell you about- on ZOMGoodness at least, when (when!) that becomes a real thing, how all the helps all have different expressions (and I guess I should get a screengrab to illustrate this) which I like to imagine all represent those characters and the faces that they'd make if they accidentally walked in on you naked.
Same thing here: different fortunes, interpreted the way you would because that's the way that you see the characters (real-life friends in the case of ERIC) reacting to you in different situations.
I continue toward the entrance with it but it turns out it's Sarah's. I give it back, get a text from 319, which recent events confirmed to be Sarah's cell phone number- text about it, as long as I get a photo of it (for the blog) I'm fine (which is what she's planned on doing.) She must be on an Eric kick, she tells me face-to-face (and we're at a place of bookshelves, just barely penetrated into the pawn shop) she opens her coat and reveals her t-shirt, her karma suit-a, Eric the (ghost?) ... You know, the character. Eric the ghost. On all the t-shirts these days...
The pawn shop deeper in turns out to be an outdoor area, like a humongous yard sale, items on folded-out tables. And, no way, I see one of those t-rex dolls from the Jurassic park movie, the scene with the power out and all the merch that will never be sold but we can still salvage the ice cream and talk about dreams and petticoat lane. I scrounge it out of the box it's in with a couple other items- it's kind of dirty, and cobwebby, but I clean those off pretty well, a bit of stuffing poking out in wispy tendrils but I repair that. there's embroidery- from Jurassic park, 2001- so it's from JP3 then? when was that made? But no it looks like it's from the original film- maybe it's even the same one as Laura Dern handled in the film (or was that a brachi-?)
You know the scene, she's arriving at the place alive after trekking through the jungle, right after Hammond told Malcolm, "I'll never smile again," and turns around to see Ellie alive, ridiculously clutching a plush dinosaur, and he breaks out into a huge grin and tells Malcolm, "I was wrong," and runs to embrace her.
Must get the dinosaur authenticated. Fabric patterns are basically unique, right, and you can compare against the screenshots from the movie. How did you get here? The fabric is still as vivid as it was in the movie.
But the sun's out, and it might bleach.
I hold in both my arms, and Elder Gochberg I guess and ?? are there and ?? tells me, man I was just telling Elder Gochberg I'll never smile again, and then I saw you there with the dinosaur and he said, you were wrong. Wow, I say, you had a Jurassic Park moment, where you were Richard Attenborough and you were Ian Malcolm... and then I realize what I did and explain it, I referred to you by the actor's name and you by the... character's name. John Hammond and... Jeff Goldblum... then. And I realize, oh my goodness, you basically are!
Because they basically are.
And I guess all through this my neck is smarting so I figure it must be sunburn, sorry it's from the shooting.
My well grows increasingly dry, this blog-wise; I was originally going to put in some stuff in yesterday's post about the black bag team Finn works with, an introduction to each character, but a) that's more of a TTDECBA thing, b) I'm still working out yon details, and c) besides that actually kind of sounds pretty lame, now that I think about it. An introduction to each character... what is this, the cast member line-up of a children's show...
And, as quickly as I run out of things to write about, school approaches. My track is technically Winter/Spring, but I got permission (???) to take a Fall semester as well (we'll see how that affects my Pell grant fundature, if I have to spread it out between semesters or if I'll even get it this semester or what.) Fall semester, it's agreed, is a great thing to have, as there are a couple of classes I'd like to take which are only offered Winter semester, which have prerequisites first which I can take this semester (whether I actually need those classes I claim I'd "like" to take is subject to debate-- who "needs" any class? I do need them for my BFA, to be sure, but I'm only applied for just a BA so far, which I could conceivably (if with some level of discomfort) achieve this semester, with all my credit transfers from WNC.)
I still need to sign up for a religion class this semester, but other than that I've got everything signed up for. Even that combined art/science credit which isn't on the schedule which you need to directly email the teacher about in order to get in. I got into that. Pretty sweet, don't know how I managed that one.
Hey, so we're back in Idaho now. It wasn't a very long trip; Labor Day is tomorrow I guess?, but there's this big long story about why the trip didn't last as long as planned, and another story about why there was a third guy carpooling with us back unexpectedly. Plans change, is I guess what it comes down to.
If'n there be any out there who missed them, my brothers also blogged about the board game party yesterday.
Look, though!, actual photos. I brought my camera, but for some reason can't find batteries, so that wasn't very much good at all. Without that, there's not much I can add to that discussion, so I guess I won't.
In Utah right now. Playing board games. Playing board games right now. In Utah. Right now. This instant. Past midnight, still in Mountain Daylight time so before midnight Pacific, so still "today" in this blog's time zone. Past midnight, play'ring board games.
Brought my laptop to blog, but just writing this on my Kindle, 'cause, playing board games, right now... no time to whip that out...
Squeezing in something quick in between my turns, though. Earlier, 'nother thing I got to squeeze in in between turns, White Sand vol. 1. I guess it's a good thing that at least part of that is already released, but gosh darn it why can't it all be one volume...
The back of 2.0 is primed with gesso, ready to be covered in ye colorful "fauna of an anthropomorphological persuasion unironically enjoying ice cream cones" depictions. The challenge at hand is now to work out the logistics of those. Size, number, relative position, presentation. Species, level of anthropomorphization, art style. Ice cream...
Think I've got a plan on that front. Every different ice cream joint seems to have a slightly different way of serving ice cream. I've been enough places around town, ordered enough cones to feel qualified enough to state this as fact. Cocoa Bean, for example, serves their cones smoothly patted down; Paradise Doughnuts serves theirs plastered into the cone with great texture; this place I'd never heard of till their representation at the Farmers' Market this afternoon, G's Dairy Delights, seems to scoop in big round balls (which of course get really melty really quickly.) Here's my triple scoop in waffle cone, with bonus waffle cone tossed in for free due to the structural instability of all that ice cream in only one cone:
I placed it in the plastic cup to hold it for the photo; it didn't come like that. It was indeed that lopsided to begin with though... Melty stuff (which is of course awesome, especially when dealing with the ice cream as an artistic subject.)
Guess then that that triple-scoop isn't the best example of the kind of scooping technique they utilize. Luckily I happen to have a photo taken plein-aire, on the spot, of an "itty bitty"-sized cone that a girl from the family in line in front of me dropped and got replaced, which I picked up and was allowed to keep I guess.
See the roundness? And how it's already beginning to melt, even on this not-particularly-hot day?
So yeah. Every ice cream place has different recipes and mixtures, which cause different consistencies and melt temperatures, which lead to different scooping styles, totally unique to each site.
So I am thinking that the ice creams being eaten by the anthros act as a sort of travelog of places I've eaten ice cream from. Single-scoop cupcake cream mint from Cocoa Bean? Bam, being eaten by like a porcupine. Apple pie small cone from Paradise Donuts & Gelato (though I never actually got a photo of that?) Go there again, snap a picture this time, and bam, being eaten by a skunk or whatever. My ice creams there, the berry itty bitty and the german-chocolate-on-top strawberry-cheesecake-in-the-middle monster-on-bottom waffle cone? Bam, being eaten by maybe a raccoon and, I don't know, a puma. Respectively.
Though no, actually, I haven't started on the triple-scoop-in-waffle-cone yet. Totally worth it. ...maybe. Thing cost me $8. It is huge (I know you don't really have size context clues for comparison in the black-matte-background photo) but still, $4 more than I was planning to spend at the Farmers' Market? Could've gotten just a single scoop with the waffle cone, but that doesn't make a good subject to be consumed by an, otter? Dingo? Shoot I don't know...
Alright, so.
What the heck is it with people these days using the term "kiddo" when they really mean "kiddie?" You see it in that price window there. And it drives me straight-up-the-walls bonkers. Kiddo is "used as a friendly or slightly condescending form of address," while it's kiddie that means "a young child." Ngramming it it appears that both took off around the same time, peaking in respective popularities around the same time...
Note the split in usages of the plural forms (only one example listed ever of the alternative spelling "kiddoes" pre-2008, so I just opted to leave that off the chart.) Kiddo being used almost exclusively in the singular implies indeed the word to be a term of address within its historical usage, while the plural form of "kiddie" fits neatly the pattern you generally see of plural forms attested in ratio to singular forms... except for the bizarre plateau that occurs sometime in the late '60s. Got no idea what's up with that...
"Kiddies" is also a way better word just for the scansion of the copy alone. "Itty bitty kiddies," contrast against, "itty bitty kiddos," I just, man, I don't know why people do the things they do...
Came in first place in the Marvel Puzzle Quest event. Do you want to know what I won? powerful characters and crap that make you want to play more. I ain't bitter at all.
I've got no idea how I'm going to survive next year. The official Spider-Man: Homecoming poster is going to come out sooner or later, and I won't be able to walk past the cinemas without espying something I shouldn't, like whether Web-head's going to put on his costume and/or fight crime at all during the movie. 'Cos, you know. If that's in the movie, it'll be on the poster. Will the film star Tom Holland? I can't know.
But casting information is beginning to come in, and I can't avoid it. I guess I can live with knowing the terrible secrets that I do, namely, that the film's going to have people in it. Or at least actors, I don't know. Maybe the film's going to star talking dogs? (Because seriously, Wes Anderson needs to get on that crap; I can't be waiting till 2018 till that movie comes out...)
...Man I actually really want to go see 9 Lives now; looks super cute... it's all the Felidae, it'll do that to you...
I guess it wasn't much of a spoiler at all knowing the characters who were all in Zootopia, though. Flash and Bellwether and Clawhauser and Bogo and Otterton and Yax and, all of 'em all. Still doesn't explain what roles they played in the story, just knowing that they exist... Weaselton, Weaselton especially. Finnick, too. It was all the tie-in Golden Books and everything that explained that.
Still, this feels different. Spider-Man isn't an original property, filmwise; if, say, Kraven the Hunter's going to be in the movie, then I'll have a pretty solid understanding of what to expect, and I don't want any understanding of what to expect. I can live with the two Moana posters that came out, because they're both pretty vague still, and, again, original property, and anyway that movie's coming out in a few short months. Going a year scrupulously avoiding any posters for a super hero movie? I just don't know.
I guess I can't avoid everything. It'd be nice; maybe I can even rig up some kind of firewall against Spider-Man spoilers on the, ahem, web; ctrl+F the page before I even access it and if it finds any references to the upcoming film it simply just doesn't allow me to proceed. It'd be restrictive, but that's the point...
No I don't think it's too extreme a measure at all.
