Comparison Shopping

Same spot.  Then...



... and now...

January 2019

Looking south towards the West's front stairway - a stairway which, of course, is no longer there.

New Towers On All Sides

March 2018

Progress Of A Sort

Animation Cessation

Thank heaven, we've come to the conclusion of our documentary series on the animation class that I attended in the summer of 1991 at Capilano College.  Don't know how much more I could have suffered of this.

If you've been watching along with us this month - revisiting the less than inspiring (boring) layout course in 5 abbreviated video segments (selected from a much longer master video) - you should begin to understand the less than satisfied mood that prevailed upon the majority of our team as we prepared to cross the invisible finish line and enter the doom and gloom of the working world.

Knowing that I would personally not be interested in strolling any further along this dreadful animation path in any manner, I was, perhaps, in a lighter frame of mind than the rest of my classmates - which is never more evident as when we see them all huddled together in a team meeting (minus the instructor) near the end of this chapter, discussing the barren landscape of future employment possibilities, while I flitter about the room like a moth - without care or concern other than to videotape their collective apprehension with a steady hand.

Inanimate. adj. lifeless, comotose.

I'll be glad when we're finished with the uploading of all these old animation class videos from 1991.  To tell you the truth, I'm starting to notice one of my eyelids twitching, and there's a few stress-inducing flashbacks creeping into my sleep.  The realization that this type of work was NOT something I wanted to do anymore came so early into the course that I simply have to ask myself once again: 'why did you bother signing up for this nonsense in the first place?'

As I've reported earlier, it's the other students, stuck in the same situation, that gave this experience any ray of light.  I'm a little surprised to note, that in the 22 years since we wrapped it all up, there has never been any hint of a casual class reunion.  It's quite possible that the majority of them have felt the same as I have about everything and they'd rather just leave it resting in the graveyard of the mind.  And if it wasn't for the rediscovery of these dusty 8mm video tapes down in the storage room, it could have remained there.