Flash class last night was almost as I’d expected. Some folks handed in some FRICKIN’ AMAZING stuff, some folks did some okay stuff, and some folks, like me, handed in some things that weren’t quite complete…except mine was the most “not complete” of the bunch. Um. Yeah. Go team. Walk proud.

One person handed in a photography portfolio that was painfully close to an in-class demo. Part of me was thinking, “Shit, ya mean I could have copied a demo and handed in something that worked?” Another part of me was thinking, “Wait. Really? After all semester, the best you could do was rip off a demo…really?!” My nested movie clips may not have worked, but at least I TRIED! And mine had a robot. :) And I’m ticked that I didn’t keep that layer with the mask. I could have at least shown I was trying to mask, too. Grrr.

But after the demos were shown, my teacher asked us about our class experience — how we felt about it, what we would have liked to see, etc. Everyone was pretty honest, folks made it known that there were good points and bad points. Everyone felt that we could have used a textbook, or at least reference handouts, and folks other than me also thought that a short test at the start of class would go a long way in making sure everyone was caught up. And for the record, I do think my teacher is a nice guy — he’s super-talented and funny, just not necessarily the right teacher for me. I need a manual, I need a point of reference. The concept I didn’t get? Once I got it, I got it, but I needed to read it. There’s no way he didn’t say the concept in class, and probably more than once — but it was either thoroughly discussed in the one class I missed (I was in Texas for work), or done at, say, 9:00pm…probably around the time when I Twittered, “my brain is exploding” once per week.

Irony of ironies, I had to do a promotional web banner today…as an animated GIF. Couldn’t use my ‘leet Flash skillz, as the company DOESN’T ACCEPT FLASH ADS. — waaaaaaaaaa! —

Other stuff…R and I are woefully, woefully behind in Xmas shopping. Did we have helper elves last year, or just more time? I don’t remember things being this bad.

I’m full of anxiety about some family things…lots of therapy fodder, wheee. Bad. On the other hand, I haven’t even written about the party Rob and I had Saturday. Let’s just say things got real raunchy about midnight, and I’ll never look at my Murakami pillow in the same way again. XD