The management are out on a shoot today so it will at least be quite peaceful in here today. So begins this animation job which is just a disaster waiting to happen. Annoyingly my lead artist has insisted he needs me full-time until the end of the job meaning that the one job I was looking forward to is now being fucking outsourced (and no doubt we'll get some dross back which i will have to make presentable within half a day.....as normally happens with our outsourcing). It's really rather annoyed me as I'll be texturing this blokes skin and kit then.....nothing. Back to being bored to fucking tears. Can't be arsed with the thought of texturing him either, skin and cloth are two of the most tedious things to do. 'ooo, shall I draw a blood vessel here?' urgh.
Anyway, a fairly dull day yesterday, went home and had a nice thai vegetable curry. Watched some of the Brazil game but got sick to the back teeth of the collective masturbating over a football team from the pundits and commentators. Anyone would think they were a team of archangels descended from the heavens, come to rid the world of woe, rather than a bunch of mainly ugly blokes who are good at football but just ordinary blokes in every way - they still shit out their arse, they still trip over cracks in the pavement, they still make embarrassing social gaffs. urgh. There's an advert on the telly that drives me fucking mad right now in a similar vein, I think it is for T-Mobile. A lassy is looking at some web page on her mobile which has a story abour Robbie staying at a hotel. Off she goes to find the hotel based on the photo of it then mills around the lobby looking for Robbie and seeing his face on all the men and staff hanging around. How fucking despicable is that ad? Is that all the average hapless prole has to aspire too, desperately hanging round a lobby hoping to see another human being who happens to sing mawkish guff. I just don't fucking get it, the whole premise of the ad is vile. who the fuck would want an update on their phone, probably costing about 6 quid per page, to tell that robbie is, wait for it, staying in a hotel. Then the fact she goes to the hotel (recognising it from the picture I assume, or maybe it was more sinister than that, perhaps she used her phone to research it for hours like a true derranged stalker) and then what is supposed to happen? What is she hoping for exactly while hanging around in the lobby? Say she bumps into him, what then? Is she hoping Robbie might pop his penis up her fanny for the evening or what? I JUST DON'T FUCKING GET IT. Why would anyone want this information? why would anyone act on this information? Why, why, why.....? Why couldn't they show someone, I dunno, reading some news on thier phone? Is that too depressing and real world? Would the proles not want that, wouldn't it be best to show someone reading trhough some sub-Heat magazing guff? Is that what the ad agency thinks the average person wants? Well, maybe it's hard to disagree in some ways, people don't want any kind of insights into life, the universe, conciousness, world situations and politics, no, they'd prefer to know that Robbie was staying in a hotel. *sigh*
Did some meditating last night, however tragic that sounds, managed around an hour. Did a bit this morning but ended up falling asleep in my chair. Easily done. I'd like to learn more about it in-depth but I don't fancy going to a group filled with beards, dreadlocks and people talking about 'energies'.
Anyways, I'm off for now. to do what, I don't know, I'll probably do an update this afternoon when I reach defcon 1 on the boredom scale.
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