The sonuvabitch works!!!! Bwa-hahaha! The button states all highlight correctly, the menu doesn't jump nearly as bad as it used to! It all links back to the main screen like it's supposed to! It was due at noon, and I just got it working now seven and a half hours later, but by Yoda it's working.

You just can't rush art. Or this, either.

Last night Jessie and I saw the Empire Brass in concert in Sursa. I was pretty worn out before that from a day spent working on projects, but I walked out feeling great. One of the many highlights of the evening was hearing Rondo alla Turka played on a tuba. These people are amazing.

The documentary is pretty well in the can. I'm going to add some music that Scott and I forgot last night and maybe clean the audio in one section (weird buzz), but the big work is done. Now to finish my animation and assemble the corresponding DVD, and I think I'm done.

Here's something for visual-types and internet tab users such as myself- foxpose. It adds a little box at the bottom the browser window that displays clickable thumbnails of all the tabs you have open. Install 1.5 first, though.

The rough cut of the IGT documentary is done, so this weekend we'll go back to editing. Nothing major needs to change, thankfully, just a lot of cutting in one particularly long segment. That, and fixing the part where Greedo shoots first. We were very tired. After class last night, Scott and I went to Cheeseburger in Paradise. I really don't like Jimmy Buffett, as a cursory glance at my facebook music list will indicate, but this restaurant has it's own sort of vacuum-sealed charm. The sweet potato chips are delicious and cheap for a big plate, and the bar staff did something funny for someone's birthday while we were there- the birthday victim tucks a big napkin into their shirt collar and the employee stands up on the bar with some kind of small cake or cookie covered in whipped cream that is flung from a napkin for the victim to catch in their mouth. I couldn't see too well, but it was funny. Then some guy started playing guitar too loud for a Wednesday night, including a too-loud version of Wish You Were Here, precluded by Wonderwall. If you're going to apologize to the audience for playing Oasis, don't play Pink Floyd wrong- two negatives don't equal a positive.