#7 - Hugh Jackman is far more talented than me.
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Behold the heart-warming cuteness crushing the hopes and dreams of violent pandas everywhere.
So the Oscars happened. While Kung Fu Panda met the expectations of most (failure) last night, it was nice to see Pixar add another deserved golden boy to their roster. It's seriously reaching the point where that studio should just melt all their statuettes together and form a super Oscar that can be seen from space. But all golden nakedness aside, KFP was still one of DreamWorks' best, and it's sad to know that out of all the studios who put so much work and love into their films only one can dance with Hugh Jackman.
Oh, and who could forget this:
Screw Sean Penn, the best actor of the night was Jeffery Katzenberg at :30. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAJackBlackisadeadman... *cough* what, honey? Oh, yes, the joke was very funny, which was totally why I was laughing."
Actually, I found the joke quite entertaining and bit too accurate.
In news not involving Jack Black in a back alley dumpster, things continue to go smoothly at the studio. I enjoyed a wonderful Valentine's/President's Day (Valendent's?) up north, getting to see most of the people cool enough to be bribed into friendship. To those I missed, I WILL BE BACK sometime, perhaps, IN THE FUTURE.
I've been able to meet with my supervisors for one-on-one Q&A sessions, and have been getting some awesome advice at how to totally get a job with such a fancy outfit as a major studio (I've heard this thing called "talent" can help one bypass the casting couch altogether). Not to mention I've been getting exposed to what these high-ranking dudes do on the producing side of things, which is always very interesting because I enjoy knowledge. This week, despite flying at breakneck speed, I get to begin meeting with story artist on the production, which is awesome as that's the job I'd love to start my career off with. More on how that goes in future posts.
Excitement is also brewing at the prospect of dual birthday visits from both the mother and the girlfriend, who, despite all my grey hair and ape-like habits love me anyway.
As always, I offer the empty promise of more frequent updates. I'm touched by how many of you are reading this thing, despite the lack of comment ability and the fact that I've become even more terrible at returning calls and e-mail (if that's even possible). As for all of you saying you read my posts but harbor the secret that you're just saying it, I have a secret, too. *
*You were adopted.
