InDesign CS5 (or, Dr. Byers Shows Off His Explosive Power to San Bruno, CA)

Thursday's class was a tutorial on the program InDesign CS5; specifically, focusing on image storytelling. We were given seven images to use and then subsequently detail using a provided set of descriptions.

The images given to us were of an explosion caused by a natural gas leak in San Bruno, CA. What Dr. Byers didn't tell us was that he was the cause for said explosion. Not only was Dr. Byers in San Bruno that day, but he also dropped subtle hints of his intention along the way: "Hey, guys, I'm going to California. IT'S GOING TO BE A BLAST," or more bluntly, "I'm going to open a gas main in San Bruno."

Although he won't like to admit it, Dr. Byers is actually the famed Titan, Prometheus, who stole fire from the Olympian gods #factoftheday.

Dr. Byers thousands of years ago. "I HURRRRRD YALL LIKE FIYAH!?"

(But in all seriousness, I mean no disrespect to the victims of the explosion.)

Ladies and Gentlemen, I Present A Plug-in!

I don't mean to do a plug-in, but I do have another blog on Tumblr that I'd love to share: http://adrianrojas.tumblr.com/

It's a little on the NSFW side (don't worry, it's just cursing and such). I really do enjoy writing on it and I would most certainly like to get it out there. It's obviously a little different than this blog; it centers mostly around music, however, I do write a lot about particular things or events going on in my life. Also, if you're a fan of internet memes like this--http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J---aiyznGQ--then you may simply fall in love with my Tumblr.

Thanks for your time! 

A Cage for Snow

Circa Winter of 2008-2009. There's a small dog park near my house that's always empty. My dog has a knack for being picky when it comes to relieving himself; it usually takes 10-15 minutes of him circling over 10 areas before deciding to empty his bowels. Regardless, a huge snow storm passed through the city during the night. Luckily, my dog decided to go through said dog park in his search for the perfect spot. Fortunately, I had my camera on me (an old, beat-up Holga 35mm) and I snapped this shot of fresh snow and dormant trees.

This Has Nothing To Do With Class

However, this album (Lisbon, by the Walkmen) is amazing. I recommend you get it soon.

http://pitchfork.com/reviews/albums/14605-lisbon/ (in case you needed a pretentious album review).

Dr. Byers Resumes His Position As Teacher (and Creator of the 4th Dimension)

Dr. Byers has felt threatened over the past few classes concerning Dan Johnson's new and EXCITING teaching style. Therefore, Dr. Byers had to do 'away' with Mr. Johnson. Returning to said position, Byers explained the importance of telling a story, however, he ended spending two-thirds of the class explaining the importance of crippling the economy of Greece; ergo, the beaches of Santarini look better when hyperinflation takes affect.

Note: This blog doesn't make much sense at first glance. For new readers, it's essentially a HEAVILY exaggerated description of class events. I, unfortunately, have a fairly active imagination.

His Highness Sits And Uploads Images

This week in class, while us slaves toiled and toiled with lighting and Photoshop, Dr. Byers decided to end his project of making Narwhals real after finding out they were actually real. Instead, he opted to sit down and quietly upload photos onto a laptop.

After uploading said photos, Dr. Byers created a compilation video of babies eating lemons for the first time (of course he added The Verve playing in the background, that stuff makes anything cinematic): http://www.wimp.com/babieslemons/

Yeah, that's all that happened this week. Oh, I found $5. 

Week 1--We Tell Stories In Class, Stephen Byers Slays A Dragon; Subsequently, One-Ups The Class.

There I sat in my chair, as the stench of Purell escaped my grasps and flew into my nostrils like Amelia Earhart's plane into the Pacific Ocean. I looked up, only to see Stephen Byers--who stands at 7 foot 5 inches, taller than most NBA players--stare down at his students. He is 714 years young, and doesn't look a day over 285 (thanks to his Bible-like strength and endurance). On this fair weathered Thursday we collected memories and shared them with the class, as the daunting Byers sat in his throne judging every breath we took.

"BRING ME MORE CONCORD GRAPES," he exclaimed to his minions, who also double as foot stools.

We told our stories in an order only a demigod could have thought of: in alphabetical order...BY THE THIRD LETTER OF THE FIRST NAME. When we had all finished telling our stories, Grandwizard Byers--or so he wants to be called so--toiled with his tie so that it ran congruently with the pattern on his shirt.

Feeling threatened by our stories and their use of "moderately sized words," Byers requested that we aid him in summoning a dragon, which he planned on slaying with the use of a PowerPoint presentation. After said dragon was defeated, Byers celebrated by resurrecting John Lennon and George Harrison "for fun."

Note: After briefly, and single-handedly, reuniting the Beatles, Byers thought it'd be hilarious to break up the band after the media found out. This, obviously, would piss off most music enthusiasts (except me, because I think the Beatles are overrated, but I digress).