If I had to pick a sin to represent myself and was unable to pick wrath, I would probably have to pick pride. When it comes to things that I consider myself good at--passionate about, even--I have a tendency to, well, consider myself pretty good at them. Like filmmaking. I hate having to share my creative outlet with other people. I just can't deal with it. I can't share the writing. I can't share the direction. I can't share the editing. It's in my head! How can they possibly expect to make something that's in my head?
How can they expect to improve on my ideas?
And so things go. Despite the complications and the stress and the sleep deprivation, the movie got finished. It got finished and turned in and I'm not super proud of it, but it's done. And my day ended after 36 hours. I think I'm going to just make movies on my own. On my own time. If I ever do, again.
My geology contest actually went surprisingly well. Especially for how I felt during the whole thing. It was designed so that our groups would create a project idea that would try to figure out how to go about looking for signs of previous intelligent life on Earth and pitch it to a judging pane--which would theoretically be giving us funding for the project. I completely misunderstood the prompt and point of the whole thing and wrote down the most random nonsense on my notes. So when my group got together, they all started talking about scientific things and coming up with hypotheses and theories and such and somewhere in the middle of it I said, "Guys, what if dinosaurs were really fucking smart?"
And so began a long explanation of my idea. Which was as follows.
Despite being very small, dinosaur brains were extremely dense--which made them unfathomably intelligent. They had an advanced society with highly developed social and political hierarchies and they were extremely environment-aware. Very eco-friendly. Their primary source of fuel was methane gas, which they captured from their own bodies and stored at enormous processing facilities around the world with the largest facility located on the Yucatan Peninsula. Global climate change through time was actually cause by them altering the climate through their scientific experiments and current changes in climate are due to their climate changing machines which are located deep in the Earth. Mass extinctions were actually mass suicides of Dinosaurian religious sects that became depressed at what they knew to be an inevitable decline in the quality of their society and culture. During efforts to colonize space, the dinosaurs created and mastered interstellar travel. Unfortunately, during one mission, an experimental craft ignited the methane storage facility--which doubled as a scientific facility--which exploded and killed all the dinosaurs on Earth and propelled the ship into space. The ship spent millions of years returning to Earth to find their families dead and also Mayan civilization. The Mayans recorded the return in their glyphs and art which we wrongly interpreted as aliens. And we wrongly interpreted the crater on the Yucatan as an asteroid hit, but it was an explosion.
So we presented this to the panel of faculty and almost won.
And I am still fucking exhausted.
How can they expect to improve on my ideas?
And so things go. Despite the complications and the stress and the sleep deprivation, the movie got finished. It got finished and turned in and I'm not super proud of it, but it's done. And my day ended after 36 hours. I think I'm going to just make movies on my own. On my own time. If I ever do, again.
My geology contest actually went surprisingly well. Especially for how I felt during the whole thing. It was designed so that our groups would create a project idea that would try to figure out how to go about looking for signs of previous intelligent life on Earth and pitch it to a judging pane--which would theoretically be giving us funding for the project. I completely misunderstood the prompt and point of the whole thing and wrote down the most random nonsense on my notes. So when my group got together, they all started talking about scientific things and coming up with hypotheses and theories and such and somewhere in the middle of it I said, "Guys, what if dinosaurs were really fucking smart?"
And so began a long explanation of my idea. Which was as follows.
Despite being very small, dinosaur brains were extremely dense--which made them unfathomably intelligent. They had an advanced society with highly developed social and political hierarchies and they were extremely environment-aware. Very eco-friendly. Their primary source of fuel was methane gas, which they captured from their own bodies and stored at enormous processing facilities around the world with the largest facility located on the Yucatan Peninsula. Global climate change through time was actually cause by them altering the climate through their scientific experiments and current changes in climate are due to their climate changing machines which are located deep in the Earth. Mass extinctions were actually mass suicides of Dinosaurian religious sects that became depressed at what they knew to be an inevitable decline in the quality of their society and culture. During efforts to colonize space, the dinosaurs created and mastered interstellar travel. Unfortunately, during one mission, an experimental craft ignited the methane storage facility--which doubled as a scientific facility--which exploded and killed all the dinosaurs on Earth and propelled the ship into space. The ship spent millions of years returning to Earth to find their families dead and also Mayan civilization. The Mayans recorded the return in their glyphs and art which we wrongly interpreted as aliens. And we wrongly interpreted the crater on the Yucatan as an asteroid hit, but it was an explosion.
So we presented this to the panel of faculty and almost won.
And I am still fucking exhausted.
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