This was the last episode I worked on at the Simpsons. (Well, I hope its not the last) I mainly did crowd scenes and a bunch of scenes that got edited out.

Labels: animation, my work, simpsons

Every now and then a character runs off and does its own thing. This will happen to a writer from time to time. They would have created a plot and intended their character to follow it.

But it doesn't.

Instead it does its own thing, or at least, in order for the writer to be true to the character, the character must do something the writer never intended.

An organism is defined by the limitation its DNA gives it. A human being is a slave to his psyche, to his limitations and rules and set parameters.

This makes for interesting writing.

The human brain is the most advanced simulation system known to man. Lets say we program a character. Create its limitation. Is it male or female? race? age? did its parents die when it was a child? etc, etc.

And now you run that program in a simulation system in other words, your imagination: your "I" "Magi" "Nation". And then you see what happens.

Lets make it more interesting by throwing in other characters, other programs and see what happens. These programs seem to define themselves more. They know what they aren't because they have another program to compare itself to. They play each other. They effect each other. Or they create each other, or help each other develop.

When I create a major character, I sit down with him and talk to him. What is love? What do you hate? What did you want to be when you were ten? The program creates parameters.

And the more parameters and rules a character has, so many that at times they conflict, it has to make a decision and now it has further developed-- the more realistic he seems.

Labels: Lessons in Cartooning, my work

Elan' Rodger Trinidad wishes for motivation and inspiration. For lighting to strike my crown, passing through my arm, to my hand, to pen, to paper: the fervent work of God Almighty or the Devil himself.

Or possibly both.

I want my mind to split open so I may receive this light of inspiration. The type that comes from the ether and inspires every child at play, and every madman to sin, and every genius to push us forward, and every saint to love.

I want it. Like an addict I want it. Like a lover torn from me, I long for it. Like a breath long held, its there but not.

Its not ready yet.
Its not there yet.

I know I will have my night, when hand and mind are one. When my heart is poured upon panel to panel to panel and my word balloons are poetry to those of the right zeitgeist and persuasion.

I have no choice but to be patient. My storm shall come and it will hit me. And I will wake up and remember exactly why I do this and remember that few women can present a love that rivals this feeling.

I want it.
I can taste it.
Its almost ready.
A few nights? a week?

Its almost here.

Labels: Lessons in Cartooning, my work

I have a talent for finding weird shit, so I thought I'd make a site for it.

www.foundonthefloor.net

I might repost things I've already posted here.

Labels: found on the floor, links, my work

http://bakitwhy.com/super-typhoon-threatens-to-hit-philippines

The Northern Island of Luzon was just hit by Typhoon Ondoy. Now its about to be hit by Super Typhoon Parma. Thousands of people have already lost their homes, over 200 people have died, there probably isn't any clean water after the flooding, probably more people will die of unsanitary living conditions, and now they have to worry about a fucking SUPER Typhoon!

My Dad's side of the family is from Luzon. I know I have some family in Manila, as well as close friends of my parents and good friends I've met and stayed with when I've visited. If you were thinking of sending a few bucks my way via paypal, please send it to the Red Cross in the Philippines.


photo linked from boston.com

http://www.redcross.org.ph/Site/PNRC/Default.aspx?S=48&SS=972

Labels: filipino