AFLAC DOES NASCAR

Racer girl

some frames from a music video job. I'm going to post on it if they ever get the video out of post-production and onto the web. but I like these frames a lot; I don't think I'm spoiling anything for anybody by posting them. For pre-vis purposes, the illustrated figures are combined with backgrounds captured from a video game.

What’s So Funny ‘Bout PJs, Love and Understanding

A Monday night a few weeks ago:

Working at the house, three days into a monster of a job for Olive Garden with a super tight deadline. I suddenly had what I thought was a cool idea: let’s pack the girls up and hit up the Olive Garden in Poughkeepsie for dinner! It’ll be ironic or something. Now before you feel all superior to me, please consider my situation: I had gone three days almost without food or sleep, with nothing but propaganda for Olive Garden in front of my face. Those are pretty much prison-camp brainwashing conditions, you know.

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, Faith leapt into action. She’s learned through experience that she can’t stop me from working insane hours, or from becoming a strung-out stress goblin over the course of a heavy job. But by God, a heartwarming family trip to Olive Garden was something she could damn well put a stop to. In a flash she dug out the lonely jar of Prego in the back of the pantry and tarted It up with fresh garlic and leftover shrimp and vegetables. When the smell hit me it was like my body suddenly registered three days of hunger, stress and exhaustion all at once. It was all I could do not to shove my face into the pan while it was still on the stove. Just as we’re about to dig in, baby Roxy decided it was time to shred what few nerves I had left with a monster screaming fit.

I happen to be the black belt in baby kung fu around our house. It's sort of the one thing I bring to the table, not being able to say, lactate, or balance a checkbook. This was the sort of five-alarm barn-burner of a meltdown that was going to last a good hour and can only ever be marginally contained. If I made her mom handle it I would get to eat, but we were still going to have to listen to it. What could I do. I let Faith and Edie enjoy their meal and walked Roxy around the house, using every secret Tibetan fussy-baby trick in the book to keep her from blowing our ears out. An eternity later she exhausted herself, and I was able to pass her off to mom for feeding and bed.

A broken shell of a human, I stumbled and collapsed at the table next to Edie. She sat and watched me struggling numbly to push my fork at the cold noodles. One of the hundreds of reasons that I’m madly in love with this kid is her way of exhibiting empathy at times. Or maybe she just thought it would be funny if it was her turn to feed me for a change. In any event, she looked me up and down, and showed that there was more to her than diabolical master plans to score cookies and stall her bedtime. She took my fork and started lifting big long strands of pasta, waving them menacingly in my general direction. Even if I wanted to say no to a two-year-old, she pretty much could have overpowered me at that moment. I bobbed and weaved and sort of aimed my mouth at it as she stabbed at my face. She even did the running commentary that people do to her when she gets fed: "Here it comes! Thassa big bite! I guess you like it!" She didn’t stop until the plate was empty.

I sucked down a beer and we mutually helped each other up the stairs. Faith had the light in the bedroom off so the baby could sleep, and I managed to put Edie’s one-piece pajamas on her body all wrong, which she found hilarious. Even after I figured it out and fixed it, she was still laughing at me and giving me crap: “That’s notta arm, thassa leg!” She tumbled into the crib and wished me nice dreams. My three girls went to sleep and I went back to work.

YOU'RE EITHER WITH US OR YOU'RE WITH THE TERMINATORS!

I've gotten completely hooked on the Terminator TV show.

Over vacation I was hanging out with my presumptive brother-in-law and T3 came on the tube. I didn't let loose my loads of bile for that film since he's a fan of it (except for the scene where Arnie actually says "talk to the hand". For fuck's sake man!) It's embarrassing how little T3 has going for it besides a special effects budget and a willingness to go for the dark ending. No atmosphere, no point of view, not an original idea in it's self-referential little head.

When the film was over I whipped out the laptop and played the first handful of episodes of the series off iTunes. It made a believer of him too. Holy fuck does the series blow away the third film. What's more, it continues the storyline from T2 and completely ignores the continuity of T3.

The series has a TV-size budget for special effects, but that's a good thing: it makes it a throwback to the first film, which after all had no budget either. They have to make do with the same things that Cameron did: suspense, good casting, creepy photography and a good script. I'm happy to say that Arnie's rapidly-aging ass is not missed; the casting of the Terminators is right on. (And mercifully, they wear regular street clothes. Here's an idea: the audience might be smart enough to understand that it's a Terminator even if it wears jeans. You don't have to contrive a reason for it to shake down some goddamn leather bar whenever it needs new pants.)

There's so many cool ideas floating around in the stories: A Terminator skeleton walking around LA in a hoodie to hide its face, figuring out how to re-grow it's skin using today's technology; a super-advanced chess computer as the possible ancestor of the Terminators; a human trapped in a bomb shelter with a Terminator whose mission is to hibernate through WW3; the revelation that the Terminators are smart enough to get what they want through commerce if it's more expediant than using force; a "good" Terminator who's that much scarier for the human qualities she's able to exhibit.

The fact that I like this show is a sure sign that it's headed for early cancellation, but what are you gonna do. It was good while it lasted.