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Here's a little sneek preview of some footage I'm putting together for a motion experiement and/or demo reel. Needs some fine tuning, but I'm pretty proud of it so far.

I started making some concept sketches for an idea I had for a narrative motion-graphics piece this weekend... could be really fun.

1.) Life demands two things: answers, and candy.

2.) I wonder what I would look like in an obvious toupee.

3.) It's unfortunate that this person chose to act like an enormous asshole just now, 'cause I honestly wanted to help them out. Now? Not so much.

4.) Eating tacos four meals in a row is probably too many.

5.) John Hodgman is a funny mamma jamma.

6.) New DVD from Netflix tomorrow! Yay!

7.) Dunno why, but I always feel kinda lonely when it's overcast.

8.) I bet that girl smells like vanilla.

9.) Neither the donkey nor the elephant would have been my first choice for a mascot if I started a political party. Maybe a monkey, or an orangutan. Something with thumbs.

10.) I am fatter and older than I was last year. A disturbing trend has emerged.

11.) I think it would be fun to start an advice column on my blog; "Ask A Disgruntled Graphic Designer". If no one asked me stuff, I could just make shit up.

12.) I want an upright bass again. Bad.

13.) I need to get my car fixed first.

Okay-- so things are gettin' back into shape again. Yay!

The boss-guys threw down for a pretty badass mobile workstation for The Doug. This thing's a beast.  I suppose the fact that it's physically possible to pick it up and move it technically qualifies it as a laptop, but I'm pretty sure you'd crack your pelvis if you actually tried to set it in your lap. It has roughly the same size and heft as one of those tablets they handed down to Moses in The Ten Commandments. And if the weight didn't get Heston, the heat would. After a couple hours of use, he could cook a T-Bone six inches thick. H-O-T!

The best part, however, is the dopey backpack that Dell delivered with it. It's friggin' ridiculous. It looks like the life-support system for astronauts performing extra-vehicular activities-- big, boxy, and odiously trimmed in tacky, ultra-futuristic, luminescent sliver. Dead sexy. (insert copious sarcasm here)

I have yet to find a decent messenger bag that will fit my new computing boheamouth, so I've been forced to lug the asanine NASA-pack around downtown. I felt like telling everyone I saw that I had dehydrated ice-cream and a thousand gallons worth of Tang in the one of the pouches.  "My Mom said that if I got straight A's and didn't lose my retainer again, that I could go to Space Camp!!! That would be sooooo neato!"

Needless to say, I don't think any of Denver's numerous foxy business ladies will be hittin' me up for a closer look at my astro-bag.

But at least my crap works now and I can get back to the office. Although, I have to admit, it was kinda' nice working from home. It was pretty sweet doing my daily designing in track-pants with a bowl of Coco-Puffs on my desk.  A fella could get used to that.  

I did miss the aforementioned foxy business ladies though. And with springtime upon us, it's only a matter of time before Eskimo-like layering gives way to little cotton sundresses and tank tops. Sigh.
I guess it's good to be back after all.