10 February 2014
0109 hrs
Yes, Dear and Patient Reader. It is indeed the middle of the night here,
and I am still awake . . . so much so
that I thought I should pen (?) a few words.
So what
have I been up to, you may ask? Let’s
see . . . I have given an assignment in
my Visual Concepts class . . . a group
project, actually. Of course I had to be
the cattle prod to get the others going.
We knew
about the assignment since 6 January, as it was on the syllabus issued to us on
that day. We were officially assigned
the project 6 days ago, Tuesday last, and it was not until Thursday that we
even got one another’s email addresses to each other. I kept prompting the ones whose addresses I did have, and two of them responded with
nearly as much enthusiasm as I (there are a total of five in our group; myself
and four others . . . all women. It’s a
horrible ordeal, but for the advancement of academics and the betterment of
this world, I shall suffer through it . . .).
The
assignment is this: we are given one of
five animal “toys” around which we must make a movie. Stills, in this case, as we are not yet in
the class where motion pictures are required.
It has to be circa three minutes in duration and the animal, in our case
a shark, has to be the main character.
In other words, you can’t just make your own movie with the shark on a
shelf in the background.
The duties
include, but are not limited to, these:
1)
Write up a treatment. (Done; we needed to turn
the treatment in to the Prof by last night at 2355 hrs. In this way, whoever was first, gets to
choose the critter, and each member of the party gets extra credit points. We won, of courseJ; we chose the shark).
2)
Compose
the storyboard; make a shot list for organization.
3)
Take
hundreds of pics; it all has to be shot on campus
4)
Edit the shots into a coherent “film;” set it to
music (no lyrics, or unintelligible lyrics, like a song in Bulgarian, unless
someone in the class speaks Bulgarian)
5)
Make the film playable in QuickTime, submit, and
await reward or punishment
I managed to get
the treatment written with 60% of the personnel present. And for
all of my efforts, the group voted, and I am the
Director. Pretty cool, eh? I will wield my power with a velvet fist; I
will be cruel, but I will be fair. They
may call me Director or Chancellor; Caesar or Emperor. I will get them to address me properly as
Lord and Master of All He Surveys. They
will come around. I quote a
General/Emperor from two millennia ago: “They
can hate me, so long as they fear me.”
Caesar knew what was what. I can be twice the despot as he, with half
the effort . . .
Seriously though, we have a really
good treatment ready. I have surrounded
myself with people that make me feel good, and who are extremely talented,
complementing the others where we may be lacking. More on the news as it progresses, Patient
Reader.
Soon I will fill you all in on
Shmineen (remember how I do- all names have been changed to protect the guilty);
on Schleslie; on Schanna, and on Schmarian and Schkarren.
So much to tell you, but I have to
get ready for school, now. Long day
ahead, as it is for most of you Faithful and Patient Readers.
Shall I bid y’all adieu?
Splendid!
Always I remain,
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Your Cunning Fennec Fox
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