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Been having a fairly productive last few days.

Thursday: Rewrote business plan. Accidentally launched SC2 at 12:30 AM, went to bed at 4.
Friday: Ten more hours of SC2, then onward to create a corporate homepage, then started to fart around with Final Cut Pro. Sat at the Diesel reading documentation, then went home and started dragging clips around. Went to bed at 3.
Saturday: Got serious about editing, diving right into FCP. Making some great headway... this show is going to look nice.

I don't know when I'll be done with the episode, but as a side thing I slapped together this promo clip draft, starring mrmorse and myself. You'll have to crank your speakers to hear it properly... the source material from the studio shoot ended up really soft, and I haven't yet figured out how to properly boost the sound.

The music is another digital game rip-off, this time from Star Control II (of course). It's the theme music of the Orz, benignly insane interdimensional aliens who look like tennis balls with parrot beaks and googly eyestalks. I'm working with another friend to craft an original theme song, but when I heard this one yesterday it struck me as pretty suitable. I'm tempted to write Toys for Bob (the company where the SC2 creators live nowadays) and ask if I could use it for real.

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A day or two ago I bumped into an HMS grad student and ICCB/Broad colleague who lives in the neighborhood. He is aware of my recent work-related adventures and he said I looked happy, and commented that I seem to have lost weight as well.

When I got home I weighed myself and saw that he was right; I'm presently around seven pounds lighter than I thought I was. On reflection, I can think of a reason: at ICCB, I took frequent snack breaks -- I had frequent snaccidents, to use the aspartaimeelogism -- because while I was snacking I wasn't working, and I didn't like working. Not too long ago, a Dairy Queen appeared at the food court near campus, and so started a tradition of daily Butterfinger Blizzards. Yikes

Since this month started, however, I sit glued to whatever I'm immersed in until I get hungry, and then I keep going until I get so hungry that it's actively distracting me, and then I go some more until I can't stand it anymore, at which point I go find a convenient trough and gorge NOMPF NOMPF. So for a while now I have been going on one big meal per day.

Well, also there's the Day of Many Barfings that kicked off this sabbatical. But still.

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Two separate incidents of motorist hostility towards pedestrians spotted within a minute of one another, walking home just now. Neither against me (one vs. man in Utilikilt, one vs. woman in crosswalk) but still I was shaking by the time I got home, trying hard not to scream. Actually, still am, still am.

Mothafuckin heat better break soon. Or I will break its face.

BTW: Not to excuse anything, but wearing a Utilikilt does in fact make you look like a bloody dork. Probably you have long come to accept this, but just in case. I mean, free to be and all, but anyway.

In retrospect the hostile motorist did say "kilt" and not "skirt" or "dress", and the insulting portion of his utterance did not attempt to question the wearer's sexuality, so that's something I guess. Way to get the awareness out.