What zee hell. I need a job!
Is anyone else getting an occasional pop-up for an "adult friend finder" web page when browsing this site? It's driving me crazy go nuts!!
Is anyone else getting an occasional pop-up for an "adult friend finder" web page when browsing this site? It's driving me crazy go nuts!!
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Download, update and run AdAware and SpyBot and I think it would go away.
As an animation artist guy living in Burbank, I worked at a video store for over a year. Don't do that. Is bvg really right there in that main Burbank complex? I always thought it was in a separate location.
Dave
PS: Hi.
[Edited on Nov 19, 2005 2:43PM]
Bears are my favorite animal, too. Consequently, I tend not to list that on internet profiles, as it seems to attract a specific classification of male homosexual, to which it could be believed that I belong.
C'mon, now, Glendale's not in the MIDDLE of nowhere, it's more like off to the side of it. Aaah, Glendale... Why did I think it was in NoHo. Hm.
No, I didn't go to CalArts, though I applied. You see I'm some kind of insane person, and coming out of a New York public high school with almost no real art resources, I decided to only apply to two art schools, knowing full well that CalArts only accepts like 40 people a year into each department and almost 50% of that is undergrad transfers from other schools, and they like to accept local people and many of the applicants are coming from a private art high school education.
Because the universe decided not to punish me for my insanity, I got into RISD, where I wore a CalArts T-shirt to orientation, adding "I was rejected from" and "and all I got was this lousy T-shirt around the logo. I'm pretty glad I went there, though I do wonder about what may have happened differently.
I haven't had a job out here in LA in the animation/illustration world, but did wind up in an odd section fo the videogames industry. Not sure where I expect to go with art stuff professionally from here.
-Mmm...Bear. More meat than a Turkey, anyhow.
Dave