robots are your friends

Usually i would be talking about how much something sucks right now, (ie sprained ankle,  shitty weather, smelly co-workers, etc…) but i will refrain from this, briefly, to talk about something instead that absolutely DOES NOT suck; Wall-E, the movie.  I’m totally not being paid by Pixar to be doing this (although if you wish to send me a check, I will happily forward you my address),  but it was quite possibly the best robot-acted romantic-comedy that i’ve ever seen, which basically means i’m comparing it to any romantic-comedy starring Keanu Reeves.  Haha, i crack myself up. No but seriously now, I love Keanu Reeves.  Speaking of which, where has he been? There has not been enough Keanu in my life as of late.

Back to Wall-E, i’m not going to recap it, or analyze it for its theme and subtle nuances, because that’s what pretentious film critic/ douchebags do.  I just watch stuff, and laugh, or more likely, I cry at random parts because i’m sensitive, okay?  You got a problem with that?

Just go see the film, or buy the bootleg in Chinatown or whatever,  I promise it’ll be worth your time.  And if you hate it, well then, you suck.

Existential Highlights of an aspiring architect

Sometimes i am baffled by the inanity of what i do.  Don’t get me wrong, I love architecture, but occasionally, there’ll be a moment when i’m doing something and all of a sudden i’m like, what am i doing with my life???  Here are some highlights:

Incident 1:  Spending an afternoon drawing rain gutters on a house, and then admiring how nice the gutters look because i managed to add a little bit of curvature in there.

Incident 2:  Using the lasso tool in Photoshop around some random dude’s crotch for an hour to get a clean edge  so that i can then use the picture in a montage.

Incident 3:  Printing, then reformatting, then re-printing a document because the font i used was perhaps 1pt size too small.

I’m sure there are plenty of others, but these were the ones off the top of my head.  Share yours.

And just as a random sidemark:  What’s the difference between being Danish and a Dane?  Do people refer to themselves as Danish or Dane?  This has been my preoccupation for the past 2 days and i Wikipedia-ed this and i still don’t know.  But juicy tidbit: there are actually 56,916 people living in Greenland!