<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:02:43.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BACKWARDS AND FORWARDS</title><subtitle type='html'>betweenmaybes@yahoo.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-109445451164087333</id><published>2004-09-05T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T00:18:32.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This Hollywood CircusLisa, one of the teachers I assisted before, was telling us the other day that she, along with her family, will be moving out of their home temporarily because their house will become the main location for Cameron Crowe's next movie Elizabethtown. Elizabethtown will star Orlando Bloom and Kirsten Dunst and is said to be Crowe going back to 'Say Anything' mode (which is the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/109445451164087333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/109445451164087333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109445451164087333' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-109427507697838343</id><published>2004-09-03T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T01:50:11.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Illusion of LifeThis morning, before anyone else came in, I was running and leaping around the lab like an overgrown kid. Well, okay, maybe I am an overgrown kid, but this was research. I was going to animate a scene for Han's film today: A soldier character who looks like Buzz Lightyear, sprints, leaps into the air, weapons materialize all around him, he lands, rolls and points a gun to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/109427507697838343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/109427507697838343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109427507697838343' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-109412054334839422</id><published>2004-09-02T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T09:49:40.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>POETRY IN MOTIONThe commute from where I'm living now to school is about 45 minutes, sometimes an hour, sometimes an hour and a half. It's a 2 bus commute if I'm in a walking mood, if I'm not it takes 3 buses. My friends tell me that my commute is such a waste of time. If I had a car and I took the freeway I would cut my travel time down to 15 minutes. Such is the nature of the beast that is LA</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/109412054334839422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/109412054334839422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109412054334839422' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-109216430347833690</id><published>2004-08-10T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T11:58:31.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ITS OFFICIAL!The film is not quite over but over enough for the completion of my degree! Tang 'na, puede na ako maging tao ulit. Maglaba. Magayos ng kuwarto. Magluto. Mag-blog. Matulog ng gabi. Manood ng sine. Makakita ng araw. Mag-impake ng balikbayan box.Nga pala, homeless na pala ako by next month. Pero saka na problema, magha-happy-happy muna ako.Kailangan na lang pagandahin ang sine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/109216430347833690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/109216430347833690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109216430347833690' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-109090694829628392</id><published>2004-07-26T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T22:43:53.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Energy When was the last time a music video made you feel all warm and fuzzy? Check out Badly Drawn's new video 'Year of the Rat' made by this guy Monkmus. This is one of my most favorite videos ever and Monkmus is amazing because he combines that indie European animation vibe while still being Ameican-friendly-MTV-hip. Being stressed and down these days, the video made me miss Donna, made </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/109090694829628392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/109090694829628392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109090694829628392' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-109011076692397956</id><published>2004-07-17T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T17:32:46.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Mr. Jay Leno, the undisputed king of late-night shows in the United States, is nothing but a swashbuckling apologist and political b___shit who will do everything and anything for the US' immoral invasion and occupation of Iraq...""Who's Jay Leno? Why should we listen to him? He leads a colorful life as a commentator who makes a living out of twisting facts and making weirdo comments about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/109011076692397956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/109011076692397956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109011076692397956' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-108978698815556852</id><published>2004-07-13T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T23:36:28.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wonder what the real score is behind this troop pull out. I wonder if it's because GMA thinks Dubya's out in the next election anyway and this is a good time to reverse her support for the Iraqi occupation and gain some pogi points for Kerry. Maybe she saw Farenheit 911 and was swayed haha. We shouldn't have been there anyway, but we shouldn't be quitting like this, it's not like the Spanish </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108978698815556852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108978698815556852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108978698815556852' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-108959128797572298</id><published>2004-07-11T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T18:28:01.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was talking to this this fil-am hip hop dude:"I didn't have a good time when I went to the Philippines.""Why?""... I don't know a lot of things but, I mean like the air was...""...hot and humid?""Yeah, hot and humid, but not that, it was just so dirty, you know.""Where'd you stay when you were there?""Tondo."***When the hip hop guys were about to leave, the three come over to say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108959128797572298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108959128797572298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108959128797572298' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-108926453717116882</id><published>2004-07-07T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T22:46:57.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the old newEh, I don't know how to blog anymore. Too many things have happened to play proper catch up. Maybe, slowly, I'll try to digest everything that's happened, but this time let me digress and talk about something innocuous like... pop music. Specifically the current New Wave nostalgia gripping rock-pop music these days.As I write this, I am listening to the Cure, the new album which I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108926453717116882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108926453717116882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108926453717116882' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-108909639055479780</id><published>2004-07-05T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T23:46:30.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll update this soon enough. This is for real.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108909639055479780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108909639055479780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108909639055479780' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-108337352296497046</id><published>2004-04-30T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T04:35:52.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Balitang ShowbizSo yung buong kuwarto nag-aantay sa pagpasok ni Bryan Singer. Maya-maya may umupo sa harap. Akala ko siya yung macoconduct nung interview, yun pala siya si Bryan Singer. Alam kong mukha siyang bata, pero hindi ko in-expect na mukha siyang teenager complete with quicksilver shirt, at blonde hair tips. Ang sumisira lang sa youthful look niya ay yung prominent eyebags. Astig, ang </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108337352296497046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108337352296497046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108337352296497046' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-108301547244447366</id><published>2004-04-26T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T14:42:05.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"...finals are over, I can waste a few brain cells."I didn't know this was happening around here, I've never even heard of 'whippets' until now...  then again there's no reason to walk around that area after midnight.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108301547244447366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108301547244447366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108301547244447366' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-108277398805444051</id><published>2004-04-23T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T00:44:39.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Highlights from a day still in progress: 1. A nice long conversation with Donna in the morning2. Shaking Takahata's hand, telling him he made one of my most favorite films 3. Finally getting paid for a few months of TA-ing4. Eating free cheesecake from Virginia5. Finding out from the business office that my crew will be paid soon6. Finally seeing the talking dog shot I made for Sam come </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108277398805444051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108277398805444051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108277398805444051' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-108263507018666179</id><published>2004-04-22T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T05:14:42.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coolness from all corners. Friday at 11 pm, Isao Takahata is coming to meet us. I will have my DVD signed and try hard not to kneel in front of him. I wish my film was finished so that I could show it to him since Grave of the Fireflies was the main inspiration for it. On the next Friday, I signed up to attend a small session where Bryan Singer will talk. Woo hoo! I hope he is as cool as his work</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108263507018666179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108263507018666179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108263507018666179' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-108190679559599719</id><published>2004-04-13T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T18:53:49.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It ain't easy seeing green.:( I've been in denial for a long time, I always thought I had color recoginition issues and not actual color blindness. But I looked at every picture on this site and shouted out the answers for people with red-green blindness, and I don't think I have a mild case either it's probably this one: In deuteranopia the part of the spectrum that appears to the normal as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108190679559599719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108190679559599719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108190679559599719' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-108174751330255531</id><published>2004-04-11T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T22:53:52.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This was my favorite LA busride yet. The 204 from Wilshire and Vermont is the least favorite bus trip I take during my commutes because it's going way south to the more depressed ghetto communities south of school, so the turnout for rowdy types, bums and psychotic old men is higher that on the other buses I take. Plus it's always the last leg of my trip, so I am always tired, it's always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108174751330255531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108174751330255531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108174751330255531' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-108158506946546021</id><published>2004-04-10T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T01:21:50.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>R &amp; H in India This is what I was talking about!!! CGC: And how are things progressing at R&amp;H India? Saraswathi: Things have been relatively successful at R&amp;H India, keeping in mind that we have been operating on a relatively small scale. We have been fortunate enough to have worked on a few shots in compositing on movies such as Daredevil , The Cat in the Hat , The Rundown , and Scooby Doo 2</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108158506946546021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108158506946546021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108158506946546021' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-108158387282067771</id><published>2004-04-10T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T01:02:31.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rodriguez resigned from the guild so he could sidestep co-directing rules on SIN CITY, which will be co-directed by the graphic novel's creator Frank Miller and guest directed by Quentin Tarantino. WOW! Rodriguez, Tarantino and FRANK MILLER co-directing cool-as-hell SIN CITY!!?! Sounds too good it just might be bad. Exciting.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108158387282067771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108158387282067771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108158387282067771' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-108157037722136396</id><published>2004-04-09T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T21:30:33.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tarantino's Animated Prequel to Kill BillWill Write and Produce for Production IG April 07, 2004 Quentin Tarantino is planning to write and produce an anime feature film, which will serve as a prequel to his two Kill Bill films.  Production IG is expected to create the film, which will be done in the same style as the animated segments in Kill Bill I (see "Production IG Adds Anime to Kill </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108157037722136396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108157037722136396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108157037722136396' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-108129291640988635</id><published>2004-04-06T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T16:12:22.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grave of the Fireflies is my favorite animated feature (which is still notches below some of my favorite animated short films, but still). I even wrote a final paper on how realism is treated in the inherently modernist medium of animation by analyzing Grave which critics have compared to italian post-war neorealist films. The main point of this being... the director Isao Takahata is coming to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108129291640988635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108129291640988635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108129291640988635' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-108094803737898327</id><published>2004-04-02T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T18:47:11.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a new idol and his name is Pablo Ferro who came to talk to us this week. The usual press for him is that if you've been watching movies the past 20 years you've seen his work eventhough you don't know his name. Well this guy was Kubrick's title sequence guy, also Jonathan Demme's, William Friedkin's, Norman Jewison's, Gus Van Sant's... that means he's done title sequences for everything </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108094803737898327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108094803737898327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108094803737898327' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-108094520172536510</id><published>2004-04-02T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T14:46:07.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It seems like an eternity since my last blog entry. I'm on animation time these days, when a second isn't a second but 24 frames, about 12 drawings give and take, when everything seems to take forever and several hours of work appears on screen for but a moment. I've been holing up in my apartment, dropped everything else except my T.A. duties,  trying to get all the animation done, just so the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108094520172536510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/108094520172536510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108094520172536510' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107992338117322568</id><published>2004-03-21T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T18:48:04.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dawn of the Dead has dislodged The Passion from number 1. Someone should re-release this soon and cash in on the B-movie-horror/ bible epic revival!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107992338117322568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107992338117322568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107992338117322568' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107977008656286123</id><published>2004-03-20T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T00:11:28.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I didn't know half of these things about the school:The university has attracted more international students over the years than any other American university. Currently, 16 percent of USC's students represent over 115 countries, with a present total enrollment of about 30,000 students. ... that's the 16 percent  in the library studying every night haha... and living in the crappy dorms...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107977008656286123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107977008656286123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107977008656286123' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107965951260461168</id><published>2004-03-18T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T17:31:13.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am looking forward to going home later tonight and watching TRIPPING THE RIFT! You have to love a show where the 3D animators bother to animate the girl character's boobs bouncing around. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107965951260461168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107965951260461168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107965951260461168' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107961517324930187</id><published>2004-03-18T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T05:14:22.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lab ko ang 80'sMasaya ang presscon ng Rewind concert na ginawa sa Ratsky Morato noong Lunes. Nagbigay ng sample sina Randy Santiago na kumanta ng Hindi Magbabago; Louie Heredia, who sang his first single Reasons; Gino Padilla na umawit ng The Closer I Get; Jett Pangan who did Salamat; at Raymond Lauchengco na kumanta ng Farewell.  Absent si Juan Miguel Salvador, na may show raw sa Davao...Ang</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107961517324930187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107961517324930187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107961517324930187' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107960446063714442</id><published>2004-03-18T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T02:10:59.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the young who want toMarge Piercy Talent is what they say you have after the novel is published and favorably reviewed. Beforehand whatyou have is a tediousdelusion, a hobby like knitting. Work is what you have doneafter the play is producedand the audience claps.Before that friends keep askingwhen you are planning to goout and get a job. Genius is what they know youhad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107960446063714442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107960446063714442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107960446063714442' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107951457951973347</id><published>2004-03-17T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T01:14:58.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Just what you need for the phenomenon of discovering in real space if you have a community," I wonder if in the future this will make it easier for people to hook up... say you want to get to know a girl, in the mall... if say Friendster stats are loaded into your phone in a BuddySpace sort of way and you know from your phone that that girl windowshopping is a degree away from your friend and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107951457951973347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107951457951973347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107951457951973347' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107941661380092616</id><published>2004-03-15T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T22:01:15.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Architectural Viewmaster Retro Coolness!* I think a great part of my early years was spent looking through a Viewmaster, playing over and over again the same few reels that we had. I remember a Batman one, and then there was one which had images from Disney movies... With 3d imaging in everything I wonder if kids these days still get a kick out of looking through these. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107941661380092616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107941661380092616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107941661380092616' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107935524348034353</id><published>2004-03-15T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T04:58:47.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bored BillAt that convention yesterday, there was this familiar looking guy sitting behind one of the tables doing a crossword puzzle. He had his feet up on the chair, his back hunched, his face in a bored-as-fuck scowl. After a double take I realized it was David Carradine. Nobody was asking for his autographs. Nobody was even making him pansin when I saw him there. It was pretty sad. I mean, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107935524348034353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107935524348034353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107935524348034353' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107932946913698221</id><published>2004-03-14T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T06:55:13.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some Good in this WorldAt the Shrine comic-con today I caught Sean Astin doing a Q and A session with his fans. He came off as a warm, friendly guy. It would have been a supreme letdown if he turned out to be a prissy ass since he's so pure of heart as Samwise. What was an eye-opener to me was how much his fan base crosses generations. Donna has mentioned how he used to be a Tiger Beat type 80'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107932946913698221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107932946913698221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107932946913698221' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107922597466457203</id><published>2004-03-13T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T17:03:43.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Gone, gone o form of man/ rise the demon Etrigan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107922597466457203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107922597466457203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107922597466457203' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107919141796578903</id><published>2004-03-13T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T07:29:26.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I was reading about how DC just revived the Swamp Thing series and it made me want to sketch out old Swampy.Now I'm itching to draw Etrigan.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107919141796578903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107919141796578903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107919141796578903' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107914468737323281</id><published>2004-03-12T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T18:30:11.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>asenso na ako... pero paano ibahin yung code para hindi 'comments' ang text?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107914468737323281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107914468737323281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107914468737323281' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107913385818289605</id><published>2004-03-12T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T16:00:50.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>R.I.P. NOWHERE MANOne of our professors passed away yesterday. He co-taught History of Animation and was the leading resource on abstract animation and visual music. He was the one with the really trippy abstract stuff that would put a lot of us to sleep if we were up all night or put you in a trance if you were in the right mindset (or smoked the right things). Although they weren't exactly my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107913385818289605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107913385818289605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107913385818289605' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107909513264820476</id><published>2004-03-12T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T04:57:08.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I was imagining our ShiTzu Cotton as a Sanrio character. Stole the funny tag line from the Sanrio website. HAHA. I miss Cotton.I want to plaster this all over LA like that Andre the Giant image nobody could understand. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107909513264820476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107909513264820476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107909513264820476' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107908853846705057</id><published>2004-03-12T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T18:21:27.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>x</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107908853846705057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107908853846705057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107908853846705057' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107882832625956403</id><published>2004-03-09T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T02:44:47.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PIXAR + SUPERHEROES + BRAD BIRD from the Iron Giant... damn, I'm so excited! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107882832625956403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107882832625956403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107882832625956403' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107882280774125041</id><published>2004-03-09T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T01:03:14.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Perfect World"INDIGO GIRLS We get to be a ripple in the waterWe get to be a rock that's thrownWe get to be a boy on the bridgeStanding over the reservoirI see the water lapping on the shorelineBuried forest of a man made lakeCemeteries are laying underneath itYour heart like a damn embraceWe're floating we're swimming And at this moment we are forgetting What we caused what it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107882280774125041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107882280774125041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107882280774125041' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107880459671870884</id><published>2004-03-08T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T19:59:43.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Multong BaklaPutang ina... napa-check ako ng Friendster ulit after a long time, tignan ko kung baka may mga nahuli sa bandwagon. May isa akong message, at may isang friend request. Yung message si Lin! Natuwa ako, kasi nung isang gabi lang naisip ko na namiss ko na si Lin, ang tagal ko na siyang hindi nakakausap. So tuwa ako, di ba. Akala ko yung friend request siya din. Pero na pa talon ako sa</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107880459671870884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107880459671870884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107880459671870884' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107870637493699343</id><published>2004-03-07T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T21:29:52.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our batch threw a faux belated wedding reception for Ramiro and Reena last night. I was assigned to supply the caricature and mount it on a card people would sign. This is how it turned out:   *he's holding this contraption he always carries around to drink a tea called Mate(sp?- pronounced like Matet pero wala yung last 't', shet buntis at kasal na pala si Matet), and the small kid on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107870637493699343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107870637493699343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107870637493699343' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-10783780494270611</id><published>2004-03-03T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T21:30:28.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is what we have come to in this country of our afflictions, where young (28), bright (magna cum laude in Medicine) offspring of middle-class professionals (teachers in mathematics, science and English), yet unencumbered by the challenges of life (single, no children), throw in the towel before even putting up a fight.What a sellout.I really don't think that just because this guy topped </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/10783780494270611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/10783780494270611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#10783780494270611' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107819198914346567</id><published>2004-03-01T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T16:51:43.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happiness is a talking dog.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107819198914346567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107819198914346567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107819198914346567' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107811387222398785</id><published>2004-02-29T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T20:13:09.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The OSCAR Upset of the YEAR for animation nerds like meHARVIE KRUMPET won the animated shorts Oscar! HAHAHAHA!Harvie Krumpet is an Australian stopmotion piece by Adam Elliot. Although narrated by Geoffrey Rush, it is a small film in terms of budget and influence compared to Destino by Disney (with the late Dali), Boundin' by Pixar and Gone Nutty by Blue Sky (the Ice Age guys)! The only other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107811387222398785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107811387222398785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107811387222398785' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107804398406538399</id><published>2004-02-29T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T00:45:55.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>While posting the drawings, I came across this from Donna's gallery in our joint Pbase account... Galing, ang ganda. Nakaka-gising. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107804398406538399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107804398406538399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107804398406538399' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107804316676804789</id><published>2004-02-29T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T00:50:04.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's doodles are brought to you by the letters P (for procrastination) and S (short-attention span) 1. a new superhero named 'The Shit.' As in 'I'm the Shit.' (after remembering Kati say 'When you present you're work you gotta act like you're the shit!')2. Intergalactic Low-rider Police... protecting the galaxy from exposed butts (well, the ugly ones at least)3. 'I look just like Buddy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107804316676804789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107804316676804789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107804316676804789' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107799940757814854</id><published>2004-02-28T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T12:19:51.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Sabi nga ni Morrissey... But that joke isn't funny anymoreIt's too close to homeAnd it's too near the boneIt's too close to homeAnd it's too near the boneMore than you'll ever know ...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107799940757814854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107799940757814854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107799940757814854' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107791204214868481</id><published>2004-02-27T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T12:08:18.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>marc and a jet streak my favorite picture from our old Joshua Tree trip, proudly walang retoke</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107791204214868481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107791204214868481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107791204214868481' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107784829817143772</id><published>2004-02-26T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T18:21:09.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so out of it. 4 hours of sleep or something always takes me out. I can't focus on anything. Should've gone home an hour ago after my TA-ing. But I'm waiting for the free Cinema School Oscar Week barbecue. I don't know why we have one of those but it beats eating another frozen pizza. I've been eating a lot of microwaved food these days, I really have to go back to my salad diet soon. 30 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107784829817143772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107784829817143772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107784829817143772' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107778271357291992</id><published>2004-02-26T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T00:08:03.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107778271357291992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107778271357291992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107778271357291992' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107772098440532447</id><published>2004-02-25T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T06:59:13.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107772098440532447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107772098440532447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107772098440532447' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107766750670441807</id><published>2004-02-24T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T16:08:09.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> kelan ako susunduin?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107766750670441807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107766750670441807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107766750670441807' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107756195443117683</id><published>2004-02-23T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T10:51:57.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday we went to this fancy grill around Silverlake for Virginia's birthday. It had a nice big bar at the side of a homey but posh restaurant. The service was terribly slow and bitchy, we got there at about 9 and got served around 11 I think. That was probably because we were a group of 12 or something and a lot of us, being budget-conscious starving artists (mostly asian girls who are the most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107756195443117683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107756195443117683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107756195443117683' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107731819312226704</id><published>2004-02-20T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T17:18:11.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you haven't noticed the new title of this blog is a song by Aztec Camera, the basically one-man-band that is Roddy Frame. I'm a Roddy loyalist even if Roddy's dropped the Aztec name and has been churning out less than stellar albums as of late. He's mellowed and his lyrics aren't up to par with the stuff he used to write when he was a teenage boy wonder touted as the next Elvis Costello. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107731819312226704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107731819312226704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107731819312226704' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107720743872220665</id><published>2004-02-19T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T08:20:36.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bading ang datingTangina talaga yang si John Osmena, nung nasa Manila ako meron siyang ad na ipinapakilala siya bilang yung senador na nag pass nung telcom bill para maka-pag text ang mga tao. Kala mo utang na loob ng mga tao sa kanya na nakakapag-text sila. At naalala ko pa, mga two years ago, sa Cafe Havana sa G3, hindi kami pinapansin ng mga waiter, wala kaming table, tapos dumating si </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107720743872220665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107720743872220665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107720743872220665' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107719833472253194</id><published>2004-02-19T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T05:49:50.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107719833472253194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107719833472253194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107719833472253194' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107708940909560365</id><published>2004-02-17T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T23:33:12.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Polaroid Warns Film Users Not to 'Shake It'   Tue Feb 17,12:41 PM ET  Add Technology - Reuters to My Yahoo!  LONDON (Reuters) - Outkast fans like to "shake it like a Polaroid picture," but the instant camera maker is warning consumers that taking the advice of the hip-hop stars could ruin your snapshots. Outkast's number one hit "Hey Ya" includes the "shake it" line as a reference to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107708940909560365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107708940909560365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107708940909560365' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107708576592710026</id><published>2004-02-17T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T22:33:07.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> wala lang</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107708576592710026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107708576592710026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107708576592710026' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107708422483622721</id><published>2004-02-17T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T22:06:24.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel sorry for Jackson Pollock, and the other abstract expressionists, who are so maladjusted, so tortured in ways they can’t resolve, that they have to express themselves with violent gestures, with aggressive chaos or sudden glaring gestures haphazardly colliding with other spills and spasms of anxiety. I make abstract expression, too, but for me, I feel such inner peace that I can reach out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107708422483622721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107708422483622721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107708422483622721' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107700104927802598</id><published>2004-02-16T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T23:02:51.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> more old sketches</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107700104927802598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107700104927802598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107700104927802598' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107685134874023563</id><published>2004-02-15T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T05:26:53.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did a quick design for Mike this week. It's the logo for a stand-up comedy club in his film. I'm really pleased with it considering the fast turnaround. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107685134874023563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107685134874023563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107685134874023563' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107684865529954157</id><published>2004-02-15T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T04:47:47.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn I didn't even plan on doing this whole new layout. And now it's 4:30 am. Oh well. Compiling the images made me realize how messy my files are in my drive though. And I discovered this great Groo-ism site while looking for a quote to put on top.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107684865529954157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107684865529954157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107684865529954157' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107660560506807832</id><published>2004-02-12T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T09:15:04.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These are the people in my neighborhood, in my neighborhood... the people that you meet, when you're walking down the street... It's around 8 a.m. I'm walking to school, using my normal route. A tall black guy in SC sweatpants, not scary looking at all and seeming like your average student, comes up to me and asks me for all the money in my pockets. I shrug, pat my front pockets to signal that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107660560506807832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107660560506807832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107660560506807832' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107626530503575349</id><published>2004-02-08T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T10:56:29.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Canon Powershot is proving to be indispensible for me when drawing. When I get stuck with perspective on a character or when I'm trying to either determine a pose or solve for timing, I just take a quick picture or movie of myself in my room and watch it in the camera's small screen. Then when I have referenced myself enough in my drawing I erase the movie. Of course I look like a fool in all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107626530503575349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107626530503575349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107626530503575349' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107599881531912171</id><published>2004-02-05T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T08:35:56.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weight Training and Life QuestionsA paraphrased conversation with Sterling in between bicep curl sets:"Now that Pixar's out of Disney a lot of studios will be pitching to be distributed. There are a lot of studios going into pre-production... what do you plan to do after we get out of here?""I think I'm going back home." "You should be sending out your portfolio really soon. You're good, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107599881531912171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107599881531912171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107599881531912171' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107590548505036360</id><published>2004-02-04T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T06:48:57.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why do these things always happen to me?Last night while walking to my apartment, I was hit on the butt by a water bomb. At first I didn't realize what it was, I wasn't wet I think it didn't explode on my ass, but on the ground afterwards. It did feel like someone slapped me on the rear real hard. Then I saw these two jokers in a second floor balcony across the street. They were still trying to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107590548505036360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107590548505036360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107590548505036360' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107575660915472846</id><published>2004-02-02T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T13:19:07.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's cooler than being cool? Charlie Brown!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107575660915472846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107575660915472846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107575660915472846' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107550885027840238</id><published>2004-01-30T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T16:49:56.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The nifty things you learn in PE:1. The only advantage of a one-handed backhand is reach. But with how fast players are nowadays that's negligible. With a two-handed backhand you have better control, aim and more power. There really is no reason to learn how to do a one-handed backhand anymore.2. Recent studies show that stretching before a workout doesn't really decrease your chance of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107550885027840238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107550885027840238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107550885027840238' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107538609774596977</id><published>2004-01-29T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T06:24:42.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The presidential elections in the Philippines are in May 2004. What do you think of actor Fernando Poe Jr.'s currently leading in the polls?He is my godson. I always tell my friends [that] in a dark, dark night, we need a star. We need a star. Haha. Imelda in Newsweek. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107538609774596977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107538609774596977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107538609774596977' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107505396401794759</id><published>2004-01-25T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T23:16:18.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This doesn't not seem like a Kevin Smith movie at all. And the funniest thing is that the trailer almost completely leaves out J-Lo and plays up Liv Tyler even if J-Lo is headlining it with Ben Affleck. Aside from the shadow of Gigli rearing it's ugly head this trailer is so blah. Well, except for the use of that Cure riff in the middle.Jersey GirlI don't remember Starsky and Hutch on tv </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107505396401794759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107505396401794759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107505396401794759' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107499460442618512</id><published>2004-01-24T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T17:38:49.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.inq7.net/lif/2004/jan/17/lif_1-1.htm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107499460442618512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107499460442618512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107499460442618512' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107492065590845575</id><published>2004-01-23T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T21:25:00.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>US city passes emergency ban on karaoke boothsKaraoke singers in the California city of San Mateo can still sound as bad as they want but now they will have to do it in public.The San Mateo city council has voted unanimously in favour of a 45-day emergency ban on karaoke booths, calling the sound-proofed rooms found in clubs a potential haven for prostitution, underage drinking, fights and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107492065590845575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107492065590845575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107492065590845575' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107491974945694364</id><published>2004-01-23T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T21:06:38.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Documentaries Draw on Animation  By Jason Silverman PARK CITY, Utah -- Had he been born a a few years later, Henry Darger might have been an animator. Instead, the now-famous outsider artist, who died penniless in 1973, left behind an illustrated novel with thousands of watercolor paintings plus music and lyrics. Many of Darger's works were painted in sequence, almost as if he were drawing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107491974945694364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107491974945694364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107491974945694364' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107487894603033277</id><published>2004-01-23T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T09:33:00.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Samwise Gamgee to Direct Fantastic Four Feature?  Monday January 19, 2004         Brazilian magazine, SET, has posted an interview with THE LORD OF RINGS actor Sean Astin, where he mentions being in the running to direct the FANTASTIC FOUR feature. Upon the success of his short film, THE LONG AND SHORT OF IT, which he filmed while making LORD OF THE RINGS, he has had interviews to direct </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107487894603033277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107487894603033277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107487894603033277' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107487755900017205</id><published>2004-01-23T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T09:25:22.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So ano nga ba ang gagawin ko pagkatapos ko mag-graduate? Well, nakatali naman talaga ako sa aking scholarship. Uuwi at uuwi ako pagdating ng araw. Sa totoo lang ang visa ko hanggang end of May na lang. Pero mapapakiusapan naman yan ng mga isang taon pa kung kailangan. Isang taon, tapos, uuwi din, kailangan ko din mamalagi sa Pinas ng at least 2 years. So ba't hindi na lang umpisahan na yang 2-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107487755900017205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107487755900017205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107487755900017205' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336955.post-107421436049217209</id><published>2004-01-15T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T16:54:34.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bagong taon, bagong blog.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107421436049217209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336955/posts/default/107421436049217209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://betweenmaybes.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107421436049217209' title=''/><author><name>betweenmaybes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04155730104405152683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
