Oh, this Flash thing sucks

I had forgotten how miserable it is to build a movie in Flash.

Seriously. It seems like it would be easy, what with layers, and timelines, and a very mostly usable interface.

And then you try to apply motion through tweens, working with text, adjusting alpha layers for fades, and things start to crosswire in the midst of a project, and it hits you:

This would be much easier in Premiere.

Especially since Flash will import a Quicktime file, and so the end user will never know the difference.

Yay, me.

Boo, Flash.

Midday anaesthetic rambling

  • Using passwords based on the present is a bad idea, because in the future, the past will remind you of itself. Usually unexpectedly.
  • There’s nothing quite so fun as having a mouth full of airplane glue for an hour.
  • Still toying with the idea of taking this blog over to insomniactive.com and incorporating it over there, if only to be able to use some stat tracking scripts I’ve been writing. But then, that means going to wordpress… wait. Maybe it doesn’t.

    I think I know how to make this work.

    Did any of you hear the lightbulb go off? Cause I think it set my hair aflame.

  • My life is filled with hurry-up-and-wait. And I’m currently in the waiting stage, and my patience is wearing.

Like a brick

Or a ton of ’em, even.

It’s not change that makes me apprehensive. In fact, I crave change. It’s the unknown — that part of change that leaves you in the dark, waiting for the reality.

A ponderous day ahead, I think.

Way cool, Junior!

Human evolution at the crossroads – – MSNBC.com: “In the book ‘Future Evolution,’ University of Washington paleontologist Peter Ward argues that we are making ourselves virtually extinction-proof by bending Earth’s flora and fauna to our will. And assuming that the human species will be hanging around for at least another 500 million years, Ward and others believe there are a few most likely scenarios for the future, based on a reading of past evolutionary episodes and current trends.”

You can’t eat just one…

Oh — that’s R*u*ffles, isn’t it?

In volunteering to do more for Sidewalk, my favorite group of people in town, I’ve apparently signed up to help sell raffle tickets.

I’m not a salesman. Used to be; would rather die choking on someone’s hair than go back. But it’s a good cause — the money raised is split evenly between Sidewalk and Artwalk (another fine group of folks, raising cultural awareness by nearly double in this town).

So here’s the deal:

  • The raffle tickets are a mere $5 apiece.
  • The raffle is for a 1971 Vintage Vespa (that’s a scooter, for those of you in the wonder — and a rather sexy one at that).
  • You don’t have to be present to win. Though, the Vespa’s being awarded at the Sidewalk Film Festival award ceremony, so you might be there anyway, right?
  • If I sell enough boxes of Girl Scout Vespas, I get neat prizes.

    (I’m thirteen, all over again, only without the cracking voice and acne breakout)

Contact me at kenn at insomniactive dot com if you’re interested.

Hey, even if the Vespa’s not your thing, you’re supporting local film and art, and that’s nothing but a good thing. Spread the word, and send ’em my way.