Connery made a better Bond but as a person he is a bit of an arse....
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"The Kyle" and I see all of Wes Anderson's stuff. OMG!!! Tottally a Wes Anderson movie. Every part was hilarious! The animation, the writing, the models, the sets, the voice actors... you can see his mark everywhere. During the discussions with the Animation Director he discussed where the animation style/language came from. Coming from the animation industry myself, you can see his specific style in the movements, the recording of the voices, and the style of the whole movie. I can't say how AMAZING this film is. Really it is more than an animation... it is worth awards!
=D !!!!
LOVE IT!
GO SEE IT!
AAAH!!!! I want to see it again!!!!!
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What was your favorite class in high school? (And no, lunch doesn't count.)
Unlike everyone else who seems to be answering this with tales of drinking, smoking and shagging, I was dull, boring, well-behaved and ridiculously shy at school. I didn't have any girlfriends and there was no promiscuous consorting of any kind going on. I didn't drink at all until I was eighteen and only took up drunken smoking at the tender age of twenty two.
My favourite school classes, therefore, were actual classes. I loved A-Level German. I relished going into this class for several reasons. Firstly, I could "research". Doing a modern language means you can sit in the library for hours on the internet reading football results, movie reviews, articles about your favourite bands as long as they were all in your foreign language of choice. Secondly, there were only two of us in the class. The other girl was a holier than thou Brethren girl. I'm not entirely sure what the belief systems of the Brethren are but I imagine they float vicariously between the Mormons and the Amish. She wasn't allowed to wear trousers and most brilliantly had no television and "the devil's music" on the radio was outlawed. The "media" module in A-Level German was a breeze. The final piece of brilliance relating to A-Level German was my coursework. The theme was Berlin and every Tom, Dick and Harry in the UK and Ireland wrote some banal piece about the fall of the Berlin Wall or the Allied Forces airlift there during the war. All very clichéd and yawntastic in my opinion. History doesn't change if you only ever hear it from one side of the fence (or more accurately, the wall!) So in my wisdom I decided to write my piece from the point of view of an East German radical terrorist member of the Baader-Meinhof gang. It appealed to my warped sense of Northern Irishness I guess. It also picked me up a whopping 97% in my coursework mark. Score.
In other news. I was madly in unrequited love with a girl in the year above who also was part of the German A-Level department. I never told her that though. In fact I could probably count on one hand the number of times I actually spoke to her.
With all that in mind, you'd assume that German was me favourite class. But no, this is just a preamble by way of introducing my actual favourite lesson of the week. German class came immediately after the 11.05 break time on Wednesdays and was closely followed by double history. History has always fascinated me and the teacher was a fantastically intelligent man but this is neither here nor there when it comes to my love of this particular class. During the first period, midway through some tale of Tudor Dynasties or peasant's rebellion a piece of paper would be passed around the class onto which everyone scribbled down some items, these items would then be taken to the front of the class from where the teacher would read them down the phone to...
THE LOCAL CHINESE TAKEAWAY!
The second period of history was a fest of gluttony as boxes full of steaming sweet and sour, chow mein, fried rice, honey chilli chicken, chips and coke took up the deskspace and books were temporarily pushed aside while the teacher regaled us with stories of war, lust, and other such Tudor and Elizabethan past times. As the bell sounded at the end of that class to mark the beginning of official lunch time we rolled from the classroom into the corridors, stuffed full of spices and fizzy drinks with a whole hour to kill before the afternoon's lessons began. Ample time to nip up into town and pick up a CD from Woolworths.
LOCATION: Lake Tahoe, California
TIME: August, 1963
SUBJECT: Mother
ACT ENGAGED BY SUBJECT: Swimming
b. Dogpaddle
IDENTIFYING MARKS: Dark Sunglasses
CURRENT CONDITION OF SUBJECT: Fabulous
I am sitting at the dining table trying to organise Christmas Amazon orders to various family factions.
I am facing the open french windows and looking down to the bottom of the garden where, under a startling pink bower of Bourgainvillia, Sprog has set up a small table and chair. She has very carefully carried her bowl of porridge and her cup of milk down to her table. She is sitting in state, putting me in mind of a Victorian jungle explorer taking tea.
Wilf has gone down to bug her and she is distracting him by singing her very own version of jingle bells. Rattling a jingly baby toy she is lustily singing "Jingle bells! Jingle bells Jingle all the WAY!! (Hey!) Ohmah fahhh eddesterahhh! Amana OPEN SLEIGH (hey!)"
Wilf is clutching his nadgers and dancing from one foot to the other, laughing like a drain.
They are both starkers.
Life is good.
What was your favorite class in high school? (And no, lunch doesn't count.)
Lunch class? Pah.
How about smoking behind the newsagents across the road class?
Or bunking off and going to Drummonds class?
Or maybe those free periods either side of lunch when my friend would drive us to the Dome on the Kings Road and I'd drink gin and tonics before returning to my A Level English Literature class?
Lunch class, schmunch class.
This made me think back on my days at Academy. People ask me if it is a great school. Personally, any school is great as long as you make the best of it. No one is going to hold your hand and make you great. I do like the fact they usually have the most updated technology. That is a plus considering it is located in San Francisco. You need some kind of edge when you are competing with other art schools. I did consider going to a NY school or even a foreign art school. IF I had the money of course. Since I did not have the money, nor the smarts to attend a real college I chose Academy. Plus I was able to get grants every year. GO ME!
Most of the teachers there don't have a teaching credentials, but they have worked in the industry. Some were great, some were average, and some were just a waste of time. BAH! There was this one teacher, whom I've told people about many many times, who wanted to fail me. He would say, "You give me this? You don't want to get paid do you?!?!?!" It was my storyboarding class. He wanted all our storyboards to look super sexy like the MATRIX storyboards. Then he would shoot down any ideas I had. He couldn't critique anything well and was soo bitter about being a "teacher" and not an employee at a company. BAH! He also couldn't remember if my friend did his homework, which he didn't, and just marked an A where his supposed grade would be!!!! He would say, "Oh, oh yeah! I think I remember now." ... Inside I was screaming... "YOU LIAR!!! AHH!!!!"
I just hope they are not there anymore!!! Haha! But seriously, it was a wonderful experience and I connected with a lot of professionals while I went to school there.
Thanks AAU!
Hello internets. Just thought I'd pop by to let you know that:
(a) the PGCE is going great guns (though I haven't actually been allowed near a child yet, so this may well be the calm before the storm)
and
(b) well, I think this one deserves a picture:
