I've begun work on a story board. It's for a project that I've been running through my head over and over again, lengthening, refining, and I'll admit, endlessly obsessing over.
I honestly don't know if I'll ever be able to actually complete this project. It's a short film, but it would need to be all CGI- like, we're talking legitimately 100% fabricated imagery. And since I have neither the programs and experience or the money to commission a professional to create this short, it's probably going to stay on the drawing board for a very long time.
That's the only problem with having an overactive imagination. Most of the things you come up with are totally unreasonable. Awesome, but unreasonable.
Which reminds me, no, I'm not going to tell you what it's about just yet. I have to get some of the pages done first and THEN I will let you all in on it. If I just went and told you, my bet is that at least one of your brains would implode from the sheer magnitude of my rampant nerdery.
Which is a risk that, while tempting, I'm not willing to take.
Anyway. Back to the reason most of you read this stuff: story time!
As you all should have figured out by now, I live in Trustees. 3rd east, Citadel, all that. What you probably don't know is that I have a habit of pacing the halls sometimes- when I'm bored, looking for inspiration, or whatever.
Yesterday, I was wandering around the building, when I came across something I wasn't expecting:My pace quickened considerably at that point.
Probably the most unnerving thing was that when I had to actually leave the building about 20 minutes later for a class, I was walking down some stairs and took a peek down the hall Nightmare Santa was lurking on-- and he was nowhere to be found.
Gone. Into thin air, just like that. Weirdest thing that's happened to me this week, other than making snow angels in the snow with nothing but a speedo on.
I know what you're all thinking, and no I'm not making of picture of that. Sorry.
On a related topic, the weeks most DISTURBING moment came from the caf- little surprise there though, I guess.
As is my usual fare in that building, I had grabbed a plate from the shelves and was hunting for identifiable food. That's the joke, in the caf- if you can figure out what it is, it's safe to eat. Otherwise, hopefully your insurance is paid up.
As I was passing the main line, I overheard a short exchange between two of the workers. It went something like:
One of the workers came out of the kitchen to check on the amount of food still available. The second staff member noticed him and waved him over, saying "Hey, so and so, could you go get me some more of the..."
He paused and looked down at the meat tray he was standing next to. Silence ensued for a moment, then he looked back up and finished, "some more of the, uhm, meat?"
I was floored. And a little disturbed. Was this really happening?
In case you didn't catch it, NOT EVEN THE PEOPLE WHO WORK IN THE CAF KNOW WHAT THEY'RE SERVING US. People always joke about a schools "mystery meat", but in our case, it's literally an enigma.
Maybe it's just me, but ewwwww.