Guild Meeting and Other Such Vaguely Depressing Events...

So the CGC (Cinematographer's Guild of Columbia), of which I am a member, had their final meeting of the year yesterday. The purpose of which was to show our reels for critique and advice and other miscellaneous info the President and VP had for us for the upcoming year. Only 4 reels were shown, one of which being a set-photography reel. The first two were much more polished than mine. I attribute this more to the fact that all my footage was captured and transferred using the school's equipment rather than paying upwards of $1,000 on getting a paid professional to telecine and color correct some footage. My reel was the last of the cinematographers' and though the first two gave the audience (of about 15 or 16 cinematographers, teachers, photographers, etc...) much to discuss in the ways of constructive criticism and praises, when mine finished, the room was silent. I can't tell you how excruciating that feels. Whereas the discussions for theirs was lively and full of helping hints and compliments, the audience for mine had nothing to say...

Except how "fucking awesome" the song I used was. Granted, I did get some compliments and one constructive comment, but man was it pretty humbling. It was just another reminder to me, I suppose, of how immense the field is. It's difficult to stand out when you're a needle in a stack of needles.

*Sigh*

...The work will always speak for itself. I know this. It's just getting that work that worries me... and everyone else, I'm sure.

Getting into a size 33 jeans for me right now is akin to a blind man attempting to cross a busy intersection. It is that frustrating and terrifying.

Finally replaced the PS2 after years of it working half of the time and being slow all of the time. I gave it to Katherine because it still plays PS2 games just fine but not much else. First thing I did on it? Despite getting 15 new games with the package from the dude on eBay, I went back to an oldie but goldie: Ico.

FUCK YES. Still the most beautiful game of this generation for my money. I beat it about an hour ago with a time of just over 4 hours total. Great. Game.

The move to L.A. is approaching fast and I don't have any prospects on a job, apartment or car. I am not terrified yet... just hella worried.

My Aunt gave me a bucket of cash and DVDs of Hollywood musicals to create a sequence of some of the 'best' songs from them for a party she is throwing soon. "Here's the money. I need it in a week." Excellent... minus the whole needing to watch musicals part... UGH.

I feel kind of a depression coming on. Am I actually suffering from S.A.D. now? WTF?

Now Playing: The Album Leaf - "Twenty Two Fourteen"