This happened today. Those wascally campewrs. But at least my counselor training is over for the summer. I did all right, overall. For the rest of the summer I’ll be free, but my relatives will be visiting. My grandma and grandpa are staying over now. Afterwards comes school! Yay!
Whoa my God. My cat just walked around on the keyboard, sending all of my IE windows to the beginning of their History. Wow. My cat is also mesmerized by stuff moving on the screen. He’s one weird cat.
Well, I’ve made my first comic of my webcomic, Midgard. It’ll be up whenever Keenspace says so.
Now, back to composing some more quality MIDIs.
My name is Jeffrey Faden, and I am a workaholic. On average, I serve an 9-hour work day – 7 hours spent as an intern at the JCC (therefore getting no money) and the other 2 working on Rupert, a computer art project for an artist ($40/hour WOO!!). I’m glad I still have some hours during the day to lay back and enjoy [internet] life.
During my field trip to Windsor Water Works today with my campers, I found an even better medium (than an IAQ) in which I should start my story, Midgard (no relation to the Midgar Swamp). I’ll make a webcomic! And it’ll have RPG elements, so it’ll join the cast as the fourth known RPG comic out there!
But now, I shall compose more MIDIs.
This is what I’d call a late-night rant. It’s twisted, contradictory, makes no sense in the morning, and is one of the only time when you’ll really see my depressive side come out. Here goes.
God damn it. Why can’t I think of any good ideas for comics – or things to draw – these days? I’m so glad I’m not stuck to a schedule, like most web cartoonists, or else I’d shut down this site before you could say “UR COMIX SUX.” (I haven’t posted any yet, but my future comics (that I draw on a whim) will appear here.) I don’t know what’s wrong. I mean, every cartoonist can get away with one or two comics saying “oh, I’ve got an idea! DAMN! I forgot it!” or “I can’t think of an idea, so I’ll draw a smiley face!” but I just can’t think of anything. The problem probably is because my comics are about myself. And myself is a bit boring these days. I mean, who’d like to see a comic about me practicing for my SATs? Or making my website? OOOH!!! And even when I do get ideas for comics (hey look, I just got one – I go to a website and there’s a TALKING SANTA), I think about them later and they suck. Hell, I already scrapped the idea I just got. Damn, that was a stupid idea. Well, as I said earlier, there’s no sense in me saying “oh, well, I guess I can’t conform to my schedule,” because when it comes to webcomics, I don’t have one! Even more importantly, I HAVE NO VISITORS!
All right. Now, just insert Jeffrey in bed for 7 hours, and in the morning, you’ll have a nice, nonsenscial rant courtesy of me!
For some reason, this picture REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY scares me. Especially when I saw it on my desktop. Hoo.
This comic is about me, now that I think about it. People in the RPG World forum were complaining about their desire for this one shirt that was made up in the comic – one that simply stated “I Love Evil.” So I decided to open up a store at CafePress and make a design for that shirt, so people could get it. Silly me – I forgot about who I stole the idea from (Ian J), and where the profit was going (me). So I had to take that down rather quickly. But now that I think about it, I hadn’t set for that shirt design to make me any profit. And when Ian comes out with that same design (he said he would a while back), it’s probably gonna have some stupid advertisement for RPG World. So maybe I could have talked with him before I took it down… but it even would’ve been better if I talked to him before I put it up in the first place.
I’m trying to get people to come back to the Swamp, by reopening old sections jam-packed with sentimental value, and by trying to contribute as much as I can. (Given I’m playing CT-PSX in most of my free time, that’s how much I can do.) For those of you who only visit here (I’m probably not talking to anyone now), you should know that I am a staff member of the Midgar Swamp, but if you know me from the Midgar Swamp, you’ll know that I pretty much own it, now that James has moved on to fighting games, and sees no real need in keeping the Swamp alive. If I didn’t care about the Swamp, he’d probably close it right down. But the thing is, even though I practically run the Swamp, he still feels obligated to be around the Swamp since he IS the owner. To put it another way – if I was officially made “leader” of the Swamp, it’d make no difference.
I’m not saying all this like it’s a bad thing, though. As I said, I doubt James really cares about RPG humor much anymore – and he’s probably felt bad for years now that I’ve upstaged him in the Swamp spotlight. I turned it into my personal site, and because of that, it lost lots of visitors. People complained (mostly BobCFed08, a former member that left because it was becoming too personal), so I decided that I should do what the fans want, since it’s not a personal site. So I stopped blogging there, managed my free time a bit more, and started changing the Swamp so old fans would start visiting again.
The Midgar Swamp will not close its doors. I care too little to do that. That may sound strange, being the practical “leader” and all, but it doesn’t really look like Swamp fans want much new. Before they get that, they want the old Swamp back. So even if the Midgar Swamp “died,” meaning I stop updating it, it would still remain online as an archive for people to browse through. Also, when I mean that I care little, that also means that I’m not paying for it!
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention – I added the Comics section.
I spent all morning doing an SAT diagnostic test. It’s about 3 hours long, and is rather difficult. In about half an hour, I’ll be having a math tutor from Ivy West coming over and “diagnosing” me. Oy oy oy. All this SAT stuff makes me feel like I have no free time, although this math tutor will probably only be here for an hour.
Snore. I’m at Kinko’s right now, downloading a whole buttload of huge files onto their HD for temporary use. Why? Because I needed a Mac. No one I’m friends with has a Mac. No organization has a Mac to spare. But having to pay $12 an hour for Mac usage is not much for a 30+ hour $40/hour project I’m working on.
People around Marin County know of my skill in computers – I can make MIDIs, make websites, make animations, and diagnose computers in general. So I’m in the middle of a project for this one old artist guy – I’m making a Shockwave Flash animation for him. He uses a Mac, and I worked at his house. All was going fine until the trial period for Flash 5 expired… and I had nowhere to complete the project. I’d do it at my house (I have a “registered” version there), but I’ve got a PC, and, surprisingly, there’s major incompatability between Flash PC and Mac development files. So I’m doing it here. My downloads are almost complete.
What I’m doing is a simple line-drawing animation – but without very complex coding, the only way I can animate a line being drawn is to go frame by frame and draw it. And at 6500 frames, this job is damn tedious. Sigh. Well, I’d better get to work.
I just came back from a sleepover with my unit in camp, Aleph. I am a CIT (Counselor in Training) for the summer day camp at the OMJCC (Osher Marin Jewish Community Center), and currently I am aiding the supervision of 10 six- and seven-year olds. Yesterday, Aleph took a bus ride to the Bay Area Discovery Museum, where there is a stunning view of the Golden Gate Bridge. On the way back, I had a great talk with a fellow CIT about teenage attraction and relationship, or “love,” as some teenagers foolishly call it. When we got back to the JCC, we had dinner (I tried a tofu dog… uh, yum), and sooner or later, we put the kids to bed, leaving all the counselors to hog the soda and cookies and to order pizza. Yes, kids, that’s what your counselors do when you’re asleep – party all night!
And now I’m back from camp. Overall, I’ve been having another great summer.
Now, about that conversation about teenage attraction and relationship. Heh. I’ve ranted about this subject before at the Midgar Swamp, but I think I’ve got my position in this issue a bit more figured out.
The CIT I was talking to on the bus asked me a question I answered previously in a CIT-only game of Truth or Dare, or as I like to call it, “Who Do You Like” / “I Dare You To Kiss ____.” (Hell, those are the only questions really asked…) So I answered who I thought was the prettiest. I added an obligatory disclaimer before I said who it was, stating that I think this person is the “prettiest,” or the most good-looking… NOT who I’d like to date or make out with. The reason I said this was because most teenagers base attraction, or “crushes,” solely on appearance… not what is even more important (to ME, at least)… personality.
A few months back, I asked my friends about what was the one thing they were most looking for in a girl. One said legs, one said chest, one said face, and one said personality! Yay! This person who said personality, incidentally, is not that good-looking himself. I mean, he’s obese. His own appearance probably affected his position, which is something I’ll get to later. Anyway, from this little statistic I’d picked up from my own friends, it led me to believe that the majority of people don’t care about smarts or people skills. That saddened me.
But once I’d gotten this message of the importance of personality out, I presented an interesting question:
Say there are two girls. One is an amazing, beautiful girl, and one is a not-so-hot-looking girl. Here’s the catch: they both have the same personality. If my friends would pick one girl to be their girlfriend, who would they pick? It wasn’t really rocket science; everyone chose the beautiful girl. But then I added a history to these two girls. How did they both achieve this personality? I’d assume it must have been harder for the ugly girl to achieve the same train of thought as the beautiful girl, assuming they’re both happy. She must have gone through lots of teasing and being ignored, while the beautiful girl must have had lots of attention, allowing her to achieve her frame of mind more easily. Overall, the ugly girl must have gone through a lot of hardships in her life, and still ended up happy. I then asked my friends who they would pick.
After a little thought, we all still picked the beautiful girl. After all, personality isn’t everything.
Ah, such a conclusion makes me want to sign my name.