Joel Cribb: June 2008 Archives

I have to do all this real quick:

First, we're going to have to finish our MM pieces today, which blows. I'm gonna try and see if I can NOT get a headache today, you know, just so I can actually GET SOMETHING DONE!!! But yeah, I've got 1'44" on it, so I guess I'm not doing that bad. Gonna turn into a Jack Goodall monkey-man.

I want to be the frontman for Muse. Geez, that guy can sing. AND he's a killer git-tar player. I'm on my way, though. Not too bad, and I can earn money doing it, so... I just want to make as much money as him making the same kind of music. I mean, it seems like the stuff that I dream about. you know when you have a dream, and you hear music, and it's always the same kind, but you just can't discern what it is? This is the kind of thing I hear in my dreams. Every instrument blends in to the other, just because they all fit. It's like this great, indescribable puzzle, and you'll never figure it out until you know what's comin' out of that mental jam-box of yours.

Ugh... My stomach is convulsing. I feel a little bit sick this morning. Probably caffeine withdrawals or something. I'm really having trouble staying awake all day, and to top it off, it's hammer-time for all the Multimedia pieces. Lets see- I foresee a great heap of nothing in the way of media madness for my story. I mean, I looked through the meager, bare material that I have, but essentially found nothing really worth showing anyone. The pictures were great, don't get me wrong, but it's just that they didn't pertain very well to the story itself. Audio's absolutely spectacular, though, but I have only 1/3 of it. The rest is useless chatter.

This room needs a red door. It would just complete the ummmph-ness of this whole setup. Yes, random, but relevant to those who feel my awkward adolescence. Click click clack,... srcabble scrabble, double click, clack clack clack, click... It eats on a graphite-minded individual such as myself after being in the same darned computer room for almost an entire week now...

Establishing shots are difficult in cluttered basements. Thank you, Aaron. You're welcome, Johnboy. Good night, Marylou, goodbye heart. Moo. There goes the siren that signals the air raid.

I'm totally boss. JK! LOL! But I still can't believe I forgot Ed Sullivan. Shudder. Speaking of which, it's now time for my multimedia thingummy. Time to go through my wealth of artistic vomit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I swear, I'm going to have so many images stuck up in my brain after this, I'll start making up my own, just for variation. And Edgar's music's pretty loud. i mean, I hear every note and word clearly, which is probably not healthy. Whatevs. I hope I don't throw up again. That would be rather below average. Unlike everything else, which is going quite smoothly. I mean, I'm done with my mozart masterpiece of a perfecto trifecto story. It's actually rather brilliant, if you don't ask me. So ask yer mum, if and when she reads it.

Jamari also keeps as random to me as he is to all the people he doesn't talk to as much as Ramon. It's kind of cool. ITSSA ME! MARIO!!! Cool. And yes, spell check, THAT IS how you spell thingummy. Never correct me on that word. Now I'm just getting desperate for something to write.

GABBA GABBA HEY! GOO GOO G'JOOB!!! Thass really cool.

Oh, lord. I am weak as hell right now. I stayed up all night throwing up, and I had a headache all day before that. Even now, at the computer, I'm trying to put down a whole bottle of alka seltzer. I'm just in a terrible state right now. Terrible. It feels like I'm coming off of something, just cold turkey. Strung out on bad pizza. It doesn't help that the weather is unbearably hot. I can't even stand being alive right now. I really want to go to sleep, just forget anything ever happened. last night was one of the worst nights I've ever had, and my stomach's still sore from vomiting my victuals. I hope the captain gives me a break today. I really can't stand anything right now. I don't think I'll be able to eat lunch. Can't think straight. I so, so need to finish that story, what with the entire thing changing overnight. It's cool that I got those interviews yesterday, but anything related to that day makes me wanna hurl. I am so over this. I want it to stop, just give me a break. I need it so bad.

Here comes the rush. Today's the ever-loving deadline, 2 o'clock. It's pissing me the heck off that I can't finish my story until I finish that interview, which is at two. I hope the editors and whatnot don't give me thirty lashes for being a couple hours late. I mean, it's only due to the designer NEXT TUESDAY. I mean, I just heard somebody say something about my story not having those interviews included until the second draft. That's really stupid, in my humble opinion. I can get those interviews at 2, then come right back and write the stuff up, and have a complete, finished product. It's really not that complicated. Yes, I understand the whole DEADLINE concept. I GET that I need to have it in by or before 2. But this is crucial to my story. It's my lede, my third paragraph, and the additional information I need to wrap up the article, and these interviews are scheduled for the EXACT deadline.

So yeah, I'm pretty much stressed out of my mind, because at the same time, there's nothing I have that I can add to my story, and I need to fake it for 6-odd hours.

I really want to see if I can work with people I don't know, what with all the pictures we're going to have to take, notes and what have you. First and foremost, however, is my primary story, the one we're going to put in the Xpress 2.0 issue. I hope we get the story assignments in a rapid fashion, because I'm going to need all the time I can get.

If I get to sleep at a pretty decent time tonight, I hopefully won't be as fried, and we'll probably get our assignments tomorrow, so I shouldn't freak out about that too much. I'm gonna take a nap now.