Infopost: The I Watch Too Many Cartoons Edition!
I'm presuming you guys already know a thing or two about my other boys, so I'm going to just do one up on Dean here, this semester. Because I'm lazy and watching E.T. on Space. It's a Christmas thing, perhaps.
So, without further ado, I present my new teacher!
Who is Dean?
Dean is a kinda-almost-30 beatnik who sounds suspiciously like Harry Connick, Jr, generally dresses in all-black (unless he's wearing his awesome red yin-yang housecoat-kimono and his fuzzy slippers), and rocks the soulpatch, thank you very much. He's a bit of a social oddity in his own day and age, considering his Bohemian beatnik attitude and the fact that... well, essentially, he's the guy who makes sculptures out of garbage. It's his passion. Even he isn't sure if it's junk or not, considering he can't get people to buy the damn things.
He has the power of espresso, creativity, cynicism, love and peace, and a mean swing with a crowbar if people are trying to make off with his junk. And wow did that sentence not come out sounding quite right.
Also, he does a pretty mean 'there is a squirrel in my pants' dance.
For Fandom purposes, Dean is coming from four years pre-canon. He's coming to Fandom to do his own thing, see a little more of the world, find himself, you know? Heck, who knows. Maybe at some point he'll get a job at the junkyard or something. All the better to feed his scrap habit, dig?
What is The Iron Giant?
In a nutshell, The Iron Giant was Brad Bird's masterpiece before he ever got on with Pixar and directed The Incredibles. It's the story of a kid in a small town in Maine in 1957, at the height of the Cold War, who stumbles across... well... an iron giant. The two make fast friends, and it's adorable, and the end makes me sob like a baby every time, though I won't give it away. But the moral of the story is a simple one: You are who you choose to be.
If you want to check it out sometime, I strongly recommend it. It's not just a brainless kids' movie, I swear. And I'm not just saying that as an animator, I promise.
The Art of Scrap?
Yeah, this Friday afternoon class is pretty much just like it says on the tin. Because Dean's got this artistic bent about him, he figures he can make a little money to feed his own art habit by getting himself a job teaching here on the island. Which means, naturally, he's going to find something that comes naturally to him. Sure, the guy can paint. Sure, he knows what he's doing with a lump of clay. But what he wants to do with your students is make them play with garbage teach them to find potential in everyday objects that we toss away without thinking about it.
No, there probably won't be welding in this class, unless your student proves they're qualified to do so without lighting themselves on fire. But there might be projects that involve soldering, or a hammer and nails, or a lot of knot-tying.
Oh. And field trips to traipse through the junkyard. It's all part of the creative process, man.
That Crazy Player. You Know The One.
... Yeah, you probably know me by now. I'm Shannon! The crazy, slightly neurotic east-coast Canadian art student. Well. I think I'm a student. Still waiting to see if I got that animation job or not.
So at least I'm semi-qualified to fake-teach this fake-class?
Thank you for that vote of confidence, Dean.
In any case, if you need me, you can grab me on AIM at raspberryturk and e-mail at thane.incarnadine @ gmail.com
I'm open to like any thread/plot/whatever that you want to throw at me, slowplay or whatever. And I only bite if you ask nicely. Generally.
Any questions?
So, without further ado, I present my new teacher!
Who is Dean?
Dean is a kinda-almost-30 beatnik who sounds suspiciously like Harry Connick, Jr, generally dresses in all-black (unless he's wearing his awesome red yin-yang housecoat-kimono and his fuzzy slippers), and rocks the soulpatch, thank you very much. He's a bit of a social oddity in his own day and age, considering his Bohemian beatnik attitude and the fact that... well, essentially, he's the guy who makes sculptures out of garbage. It's his passion. Even he isn't sure if it's junk or not, considering he can't get people to buy the damn things.
He has the power of espresso, creativity, cynicism, love and peace, and a mean swing with a crowbar if people are trying to make off with his junk. And wow did that sentence not come out sounding quite right.
Also, he does a pretty mean 'there is a squirrel in my pants' dance.
For Fandom purposes, Dean is coming from four years pre-canon. He's coming to Fandom to do his own thing, see a little more of the world, find himself, you know? Heck, who knows. Maybe at some point he'll get a job at the junkyard or something. All the better to feed his scrap habit, dig?
What is The Iron Giant?
In a nutshell, The Iron Giant was Brad Bird's masterpiece before he ever got on with Pixar and directed The Incredibles. It's the story of a kid in a small town in Maine in 1957, at the height of the Cold War, who stumbles across... well... an iron giant. The two make fast friends, and it's adorable, and the end makes me sob like a baby every time, though I won't give it away. But the moral of the story is a simple one: You are who you choose to be.
If you want to check it out sometime, I strongly recommend it. It's not just a brainless kids' movie, I swear. And I'm not just saying that as an animator, I promise.
The Art of Scrap?
Yeah, this Friday afternoon class is pretty much just like it says on the tin. Because Dean's got this artistic bent about him, he figures he can make a little money to feed his own art habit by getting himself a job teaching here on the island. Which means, naturally, he's going to find something that comes naturally to him. Sure, the guy can paint. Sure, he knows what he's doing with a lump of clay. But what he wants to do with your students is make them play with garbage teach them to find potential in everyday objects that we toss away without thinking about it.
No, there probably won't be welding in this class, unless your student proves they're qualified to do so without lighting themselves on fire. But there might be projects that involve soldering, or a hammer and nails, or a lot of knot-tying.
Oh. And field trips to traipse through the junkyard. It's all part of the creative process, man.
That Crazy Player. You Know The One.
... Yeah, you probably know me by now. I'm Shannon! The crazy, slightly neurotic east-coast Canadian art student. Well. I think I'm a student. Still waiting to see if I got that animation job or not.
So at least I'm semi-qualified to fake-teach this fake-class?
Thank you for that vote of confidence, Dean.
In any case, if you need me, you can grab me on AIM at raspberryturk and e-mail at thane.incarnadine @ gmail.com
I'm open to like any thread/plot/whatever that you want to throw at me, slowplay or whatever. And I only bite if you ask nicely. Generally.
Any questions?