The Theatre, The Theatre

What has happened to the theatre? You might have noticed that I even spelled it the snobby British way.
So, in my theater 101 class (they don't spell it the snobby British way) I was required to get together with a group of bizarre theater misfits, which worked for me, and basically produce a show written by one of said misfits. I was just going to do the lighting design for the show, until I found out that the girl that we were going to have direct was in a main stage production at BYU and would have approximately three minutes in any given twenty-four hour period to do anything with this show. I offered to do the job and she melted into a sobbing puddle of hysterical laughter. Not an easy thing to do. I think it meant that she was glad to lose some excess stress.
Next on this delightful little list of events was the mysterious disappearance of our costume designer. No one knows where she went or what happened, she just stopped coming and we found ourselves short one member of the creative team. So I did it. It was more fun than the directing stuff. A lot easier too. And here it is in all its glory. Wheee photoshop! Bet you can't guess which one I play.

I did this!!

You know, I get just a little tired of these people who keep asking me to submit "My Portfolio." What? Do they think that I just keep all of the stuff I draw filed away somewhere convenient? And best of all, they want it filed electronically or on a CD. So I have to find a way to scan, photograph or wonkavision everything from sketchbook pages to massive 18 x 24 pages into my computer that possesses the storage capacity of a potato. Not an iPotato. Just a regular one. REEEHEEDiculous. Anyway, here is my favorite drawing of a hand. Which I put in my portfolio.

More animation fun!

Hmm...that last one isn't too impressive unless you loop it around to play over and over again. Try this one on for size.

Animation is my anti-drug

So, I just finished my Animation 160 class and this was the end result. Cosmo rocks!

So...Who's the cat?

I know what you're thinking...and shame on you! But you're probably also wondering, "What's with the tiger? Why doesn't this goober post a photo like a normal human being?"
That's easy enough to answer: I believe that photographs actually steal peoples' souls, so I never allow myself to be photographed.
No, that didn't come out nearly as funny as I thought it would. The truth is, I have something of a Cyrano de Bergerac syndrome. I hate my own looks. I find myself to be singularly unattractive and don't go to any great lengths to expose that fact to the world. Besides, If I draw a cartoony tiger dude, no one will try to compare it with any actual person.
Plus, no one can swipe my picture and info off the internet and use it to steal my vastly valuable identity in order to obtain secret government information that only I have access to.
My life is so much more interesting when I garnish it with little details that I make up in my head.
Anyway, Spring is lurking just around the corner and I am ecstatic! I like snow and all, but I am ready for spring. In honor of Spring, here is a poem that I did not write:

The Spring has sprung, the grass is riz,
I wonder where them birdies is?
The little boid is on the wing...
How absoid! The little wing is on the Boid!