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	Welcome To My Home... April 1, 2003 Brainstorming Here's an idea. Go around with your digital camera and take pictures of every example of a particular item you can find. Actually, I can't take credit for that idea. My mom (who, through an amazing dedication, has managed to stumble across every odd personal site the internet has to offer) one day found herself perusing through some lady's online picture gallery, in which she had displayed photos of public restrooms from around the world. I haven't had the pleasure to view the site in question, but it is, apparently, an inspiring piece of work. Let me elaborate. We were sitting around at Disneyland the other day, finishing up our Luisiana Po' Boy Roast Beef sandwiches (which are, I must take a second to declare, quite possibly the best roast beef sandwiches available on this planet), and my mom looks up and says, as though she had just had a momentous revelation, "I want to take pictures of something." Now, she's been taking pictures of things all day, so it's like great. Go for it. You've got the camera. But that's not, of course, what she meant. It became obvious, after my mom had related to me the saga of her internet adventures and made clear the profound significance of having pictures of every bathroom across the country, that she wanted to take a lot of pictures of a lot of things - all united by one common theme. And thus, the brainstorming, and our most prominent in-line activity for the rest of the day, began. "Trashcans." I immediately replied. It's what I'd take pictures of. Really, the whole brainstorming thing should have come to a screeching halt right then. Think. What joy would the masses express, what overwhelming acclamation would my mom recieve, once the general public could behold the sight of hundreds upon hundreds of uniquely designed waste depository units pictured proudly on the internet! But no. That idea was one of the many that were rejected over the course of the day. Trashcans, lamp posts, wheels, flags. Animal bones. Medieval weaponry. Such great concepts would make for many admirable photo albums. But none seemed to meet the standard of quality my mom was looking for. Alas, it seemed that nothing, not even our collaborative contributions, could measure up to the prodigal album of restroom photographs. At one point, I figured she might as well just take pictures of everything. Then she could decide later. Or I thought it could be fun to build an album of 'people who smoke.' You could just walk right up to people on the street and snap pictures. Some smoker would glare at you through a puff of cigarette smoke and rasp, "What the heck, dude? Why'd you just take my picture?" And you'd just kind of look at him with wild eyes and a sadistic grin on your face. "Ooh.. I'm just taking pictures of all the smokers I see." A dead silence would arise as he stares, puzzled, at your grinning face. "You know," you would add, sidling off to one side, "for my website..." Well, brainstorming continued through a couple line queues, and eventually, the subject of staircases was decided upon. Although, really, it turns out that this is what my inexorable mother had set her mind on in the beginning. But that final word didn't discourage us, her loyal brainstorming crew. Throughout the rest of the day, we made extra certain to point out all the various wheels, flags, and trash cans - just in case one might prove more interesting than a staircase. I have to tell you - you'd be surprised how many uniquely designed wheels can be found within Disneyland. Just imagine our delight when we came across a staircase decorated with a flag, wheels, and animal bones. That's the highlight of our Disneyland experience, right there. Comments April 1, 2003 Just One Thing I'm kidding. There's more than one thing. Franco Fools. Just a bit of history for this very special day. Sound. Did any of you see Alias this last Sunday? I wasn't sure about them changing the entire premise of the show in that Super Bowl episode, but I like where the show's heading, now. Anyway, that's not really what I wanted to say. You remember that little sound projector device that Sydney used to secretely communicate with the guy's wife? I thought you might be interested to know that it actually exists. (The news story's archived, so you'll need to register to read it. Sorry.) Let's just pray that someone can keep this away from the advertisers. Email. It looks like I'm on my own if I ever want to get an email form for my site. That means, it probably isn't going to happen. April 1, 2003 Just one more thing... Kidding again. April Fools. Don't click this. Sketchbook. I thought today's concept could make a good painting, so I started messing around and trying to figure out perspective. I took a couple pictures of dominoes to help me. King Kong. Peter Jackson's remaking it. That's interesting because just last week, we were watching part of it in my film music class and I was thinking that someone should do a remake of that movie. April 4, 2003 Some stuff Sketchbook. A couple days ago was Kimberly's egg drop project for physics. I took it upon myself to help her with a title page. Yesterday's and today's sketches are the results of experimenting with different brushes in Photoshop. The reason I built up the face completely before starting to paint today's was because I had intended to paint a zombie, but I ended up stopping after painting the skull. Pirates of the Caribbean. The trailer is out, and I say it's looking good. Salam Pax. The Iraqi blog has made its way into the mainstream media. Links. I've updated the links section with a handy 'Daily Hits' column. Those are some of the sites that I find myself at most frequently. April 6, 2003 Some stuff Sketchbook. I can picture you all hovering over the computer ten minutes til midnight and wondering, as you press the refresh button once more, "what has Raymond drawn for me today?" Yeah. Well, you should be. Tonight's sketch is darn cool. Mockumentary. This article actually makes sense. There seem to be almost too many obvious 'mistakes' in Bowling for Columbine to have been accidental. An exerpt: "Moore's technique is that of turning an audience's acceptance of a work's superficial message into a much deeper message which critiques the audience itself. Thus, Bowling for Columbine makes the audience complicit in its own delegitimization and degradation. Most of the audience, of course, never "gets" the real point."		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