"The Saga of Harold and Ang"

Or "How I'm an epic Troll"

I'm working in an animation studio that just happens to be squatting in a building that was once an old grocery store.  Now it's fairly beat up, and the rumor is that it'll become condos or something in its future, but my coworkers have determined that it houses a ghost.  They've named it Harold (or discovered his name, I'm not sure which), and being artists have drawn pictures of Harold all over the place.  New Harolds are discovered and created daily, and it's become a fun game to find them all for some of us...

On June 12th I got a wrong number text asking for a Harold.  In gleeful abandon at this bit of random chance, I decided to send some of the Harold pictures from around the building.  The following are the texts that followed.  Her texts are in blue, and my replies are in green.  I've not cut anything out of this thread, nor have I edited it.

Is this harold this is ang
-Punky brewster ...


No, that is Harold.


Also, this is Harold.


This too, is Harold.
 
 
More Harolds.
 


So i went to jail and got a new phone and u an ur num came to thought so as gust now a gray truck went by just now
-Punky brewster ...

So r u still at work
-Punky brewster ...

June 13th.  At this point I thought, "hey, why don't I just keep sending this random person ALL the Harolds?  That'd be fun!"  Also, my understanding of the situation at this point is that this girl named Angela was in jail, but now that she's out and has a new phone, she's trying to remember Harold's number.  I gather he came to visit her in jail with his mom as a guest and he also drives a gray truck.  Though in re-reading it now, apparently that translates to, "So I went to jail, and now that I'm out and have a new phone, I thought of you and figured I'd text you.  Was that your gray truck just now?"  To which I replied:

Harold.


Narwhal Harold.


Banana Harold.


Tranny Harold.  
 

Unamused Harold


Red hot Harold pepper.


I love the story so u at work
-Punky brewster ...

Rule maker Harold.


Harold is always at work.


Harold meeting.


June 14th.  At this point I thought for sure the girl would  find the real Harold she was looking for, or realize someone was messing with her.  I figured I'd just keep sending Harolds until she let me know she knew I wasn't Harold.

Muppet attack Harold.


So where u be today
-Punky brewster ...

 
 (No caption was included in this one, since it's already in the picture.  This is the escape route map of the building, and someone had drawn a creepy "Harold is here" right next to the "you are here."  It made me giggle.)

Work or on the beach
-Punky brewster ...

Sandy Harold.
 

Work i see
-Punky brewster ...

(Apparently the real Harold works somewhere that includes sand.  Though this is really sawdust, so I suppose I can understand her confusion.)

Tantrum Harold


Venting Harold.


So tell  me wer u want me 2 meet
-Punky brewster ...

Doorway Harold


(clearly I was thinking "run away!" here.  I tried from here on out to make the responses match what she'd asked as much as possible.)

So please comm get me i need some
-Punky brewster ...

(Woah!  Some what?!  My first thought was that she was looking for sex, but at this point I know she's from Coos Bay, OR, which is one of the meth capitals of the world, so perhaps it is drugs?  I'm not sure. In any case, she started calling my phone here.  Luckily I'd thought to ditch my personal greeting for the informal computer one.  She didn't leave voicemails for most of the many calls, but here are the three that she did.)

**dead air** Hey, I was hopin' that maybe you were in town, or close to town or whatever.  Bah.        

(Followed by this voicemail.)

Hey it's Angie.  Uhm... what, uh... what are yoooou, hello I need your help.  Hullooo.       

(And a third voicemail.)  

Hullo.  Uhm.  You're not comingtof-inpickmeup?


(...she still thinks I'm Harold, which is disturbing in itself... but the weird part is, she thinks this is perfectly normal behavior for the real Harold. ...and back to texting we went.)

Creepy hermaphrodite Harold


Megalomaniacal Harold


Mirror Harold.
 
 (Seriously, this is viewable only in the bathroom mirror.  It's a bit creepy.)

Sad cookie Harold


Wh y so sad
 -Punky brewster ...

Abstract Harold


(June 15th.  This can't possibly go on, can it? )

Edvard Munch Harold


Chompy Harold.  In 3D!


So i want  to no wha his name is i like the book but whats the title and oh i dont no how to read
-Punky brewster ...

(Yes, apparently it *can* go on.  And apparently she texts with her voice and her autocorrect has taken it upon itself to spell everything BADLY.  Which just goes to prove that autocorrect, like furbies, is an evil, self aware entity bent on world domination.)

Avenging Harold   
   

Dapper Harold


Ragtime Harold 


(June 16th. I figure she's got to be getting bored by now.  Also that last one is a ripped pair of underwear.  I wish I'd known that before I touched it for the picture.) 

Runaway Harold


R u gong to work if u or rag want  to share  im n empire
-Punky brewster ...

(Empire is a neighborhood in Coos Bay.  The meth capital of somewhere, for those that have forgotten. Have we gained a third player?? Who is this mysterious "rag"?  What are they sharing?  I doubt seriously it's a ride to work.  I'm still betting on meth here.)

Emergency Harold
 
(It's an emergency light.  Heh.)

Ceiling Harold


(June 17th.  It's been 5 days.  There's no way this girl hasn't figured out she's texting the wrong number.  I keep sending pictures of ghost Harold!  But she replies.)

Horrifying Harold
  

I like him
-Punky brewster ...

(Of COURSE she likes the scary one!)

(June 19th.  The 18th slipped by with no texting, so I figured she's finally figured out she's got the wrong number.)

Shadow puppet Harold


 I love them but what else r u doin and i need some so bad plese  tell me u  can help me
-Punky brewster ...

Lurking Harold


Toast Harold


Sandy Harold


(Woo!  I finally found one in sand!  That would have been great for the other day, but, y'know.)


So r u close
-Punky brewster ...

Holy Harold


(June 20th.)

Awkward family photo Harold.


Lubed Harold


(What?!  He's in a pot of vaseline!  *I* didn't put him there.  Sheesh.)

(June 21st.  She *must* have figured this out now, yeah?  I have to wonder if at this point, all the ghost Harolds are making her think that the real Harold has taken so many drugs he's fallen off the deep end.  I have delusions that she may just be so horrified by this, it'll scare her straight!  ...yeah, not so much.)

Drowned Harold


Pet rock Harold


Broken Dreams Harold


(The plastic container is labeled "Broken Dreams")


(June 22nd.  I've figured she's found something else to do, but now I've got like 50 Harold photos that need a home, so I decide to just keep sending them until I get an, "OMG WHO R U??" text.)

Screwy Harold.  And demanding Harold.


So  i need some help some one just got me again
-Punky brewster ...

(Holy crap, she's still here!?  And what does that even mean?  Did someone deliver her more meth?  She wouldn't be needing help already then, would she?  Or is she trying to kick it?  I don't think so, since she wanted to share with Harold and rag just days ago.  Or is she just needing another shipment of puppies?  Will the world ever know?)

Harold in the wall.


(June 23rd.)

Wall Harold redux.


(June 24th. Ang begins to question.)

Is this harold

-Punky brewster ...

Strung out Harold 

K so i have a genarator and i want to sell it help me

-Punky brewster ...

(For some reason she found "Strung out Harold" reassuring.  Wha-- I don't even...)

So im walking down ocean were r u

-Punky brewster ...

(Ocean Blvd. is a street in Coos Bay.)

Ice cream Harold

So were r u

-Punky brewster ...

Christmas Harold

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So that's where we are as of 2:52 am on the 24th.  It's been 13 days and this girl has been having the longest running wrong number conversation of her life, in which the person she's talking to has done nothing but send her random pictures of a ghost named Harold. I've sent her 49 of the 60+ that I have.  Where will it end?!

This is why you don't do drugs, kids. 

    

Well the stress dreams have quit... because I have three jobs.

At the moment I've cut down my hours at the hotel to 24 a week.  I'm working grave shifts on the weekends (Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights), and during the week, I'm working another 40 hours at an animation studio!  Phew.  I was hoping that would come around, and it did.  Nondisclosure agreements mean I can't talk about it, but it's stop-motion, and I'm excited.  I've also been hired as an on-call animator for when they start shooting, which is good too.  Perhaps I can do some rigging as well, since that's fun and interesting sometimes. 

Stop-Motion seems like it's the most MacGuyver-esque kind of animation there is.  It's all about fixing weird problems with duct tape and paper clips (really; I rigged something for those Bing commercials a while back with just those things), and the puzzle solving involved is fun.  Also, they want me to animate, so hey: awesomeness.

The third gig is a freelance job doing a web comic.  This is awesome on many fronts, not the least of which is getting paid to do comic work.  Also, I just have to be the art monkey.  There are a couple of other people that take care of the hard stuff like script writing and social media.  Phew. 

There have been a couple of small freelance animation gigs in the last couple of months also; one of which I enjoyed immensely, and the other of which the client dropped off the radar completely.  That was odd.  The fun one though, that one will hopefully turn into a series, which should be even more fun.  It taught me what I'd forgotten about flash, not the least of which was that flash is a buggy, cruddy program in so many ways.  Give me illustrator for vector drawing any day!  It did, however, give me a basis for learning Anime Studio Pro, which the boyfriend was wonderful to give me as a graduation present.  So far, that program is flash minus the annoying bits.  I'll probably have more to say on it as I practice, however.

I also got a Wacom Inkling from my mum and pop for a graduation present, and I've been exploring its potential as an animation tool.  It saves layers which easily export to photoshop with the press of a button, so I've done a few experiments with animations done on one sheet of paper.  It's a little weird to use for some things... because there's a gap between the pen tip and where the censor actually picks up the pen, it's not a great tool for finished line art unless you are extremely careful about how you hold the pen, and even then it's not perfect.  It is, however, really good for concept sketches.  I've used it with both photoshop and illustrator, and there are awesome things you can do with both.  Photoshop gathers the pressure sensitivity, and Illustrator (with a 95% smooth on the lines) ends up with pretty passable lineart that doesn't need much tweaking after some practice.  I should have been typing up my thoughts on it here, rather than facebook perhaps...  but that's the gist of what I've learned about it.

I got another free ticket for E3 this year.  The boyfriend was trying to get one too so we could both go, but he got turned down the other day because he has no purchasing power for Apple.  Bummer.  I'm still going to go, though, and pass out business cards like crazy.  Maybe that'll get me some more work once the animation gig is over, again.  The last thing I did a bunch of work on, video game-wise, was for Doctor Who Worlds In Time.  That was a blast to work on both because I loved the art style, and I love Doctor Who.  Go play it: it's free and a fun adventure/puzzle/mmo type game.  You can play it here.

Lastly, I've been teaching my friend Becky jujitsu.  She wanted to learn and I wanted someone to practice with, so I'm calling it a win-win scenario.  Teaching is one of the best learning tools ever.  She's forcing me to remember things I hadn't had a lot of chances to practice, since I haven't had anyone to practice with since I've been in Portland.  She's also my height, which is awesome.  It makes throwing each other much easier on both of us.  Unfortunately, when showing her what she was doing wrong in a slap fall, I managed to hurt my wrist a bit.  ("And this is why you don't do this!" she says, with a wrist brace on.  D'oh.)   If I can remember to quit putting weight on it, it'll be fine in another week though.

Well, thankfully I get to do four tens this week at the studio, which means when I get off work at 7 am on Monday, I can go home and sleep instead of going straight to the other job.  That's a bit wearing; I've been zombified the last couple of Mondays.  It still means I have about an hour gap between jobs on Friday, but I'm used to being up all day Friday before work anyway.

It is ironic that all of this means my stress dreams have quit.  It's probably because I feel like I'm doing something useful now; something that I've always wanted to do.  Yay life.

After graduation blues...

Nobody told me that after graduation I would have stress dreams. Well they did, sorta, but I didn't think they'd be due to an extreme LACK of stress. I don't have anything I have to be doing, including job hunting, because I have what amounts to a day job. At night. Which pays the bills. I just have found the art front rather more lacking. Though I could be trying harder. Instead I'm just working on my skills and making sure I do something arty every day. Really. I've been putting off skyrim for it, and that's responsible right?
In any case, life is mostly good. There are a few opportunities on the horizon, and while they're not the one I was really hoping for, I'm excited for them all the same. And I'm planning ahead for the day when I have to start paying back those student loans. silly things. But I got a lot out of school and I'm really happy I went when I did. I made some good friends and colleagues, and my first short film is being screened again this weekend at the Hollywood theater. No matter how many times that happens it still feels pretty awesome.

Abominabababable.

The commercials I got to work on for Bing are out there and being shown on tv!  You can see all four of them HERE.

I showed up for an internship and instead got hired as the rigger.  My job included wrangling puppets, building rigs, tying things down, and various other MacGuyver-esque things.  Good times.  I also got to hang out with a couple of the animators who worked on Jingle, and it was a blast.  It was particularly awesome because I got to work with puppets based on the old Rankin & Bass Christmas specials that I'd seen as a kid.  The art department did a fantastic job on them; they look just like they should.

In other news, Jingle All the Way is out on DVD; you can get one at any hallmark store.  It's very cute and I had a blast working on it.  I snagged a copy today so I could see the behind the scenes bit (which has a couple of appearances by my good friend Teresa), and so I could have it for myself.  It's possible my hands make an entrance, but I didn't watch it real hard to make sure.  Woo!  It'll always be remembered as my first paid animation gig.  In fact, something I animated made it in!  Yay!  I've officially been paid to animate.  Let's hope it continues. :)

I'm finishing up my animation demo reel and have some snazzy cases for them... graduation is in 2.5 weeks and I'm both ready and dreading being done.  Go figure.

Jingle and Bing!

Bent Image Lab hired me a while back to work as an assistant animator on a stop motion holiday special called Jingle All the Way; it aired on the hallmark channel tonight and should be found online somewhere tomorrow hopefully.  It's ridiculously cute and I really had a blast working on it.  I also got hired as a rigger for some commercials they did for Bing a month or two ago; they can be seen here:

Bing Holiday Ads

Happy!  It was a total childhood fantasy to work with those puppets.  Seriously. Awesome.

Woo!

So alas, the animation studio job ended the other day, so now I find myself with some homework time. I was trying to finish an 11 second club entry for my independent study class so now I should have enough time to slip it under the wire. I know I won't win but this has given me some valuable practice.

I also have to get my animation reel put together for my senior portfolio class... My mentor is meeting with me for lunch to go over some of my stuff to help me get a decent graduation reel set up. I graduate December 16th and am pretty excited. It also helps that the boyfriend will be visiting then too... It'll have been 6 months since I saw him last at that point.

Tonight I went to a Halloween cupcake pah-tay dressed as a sim. Since I'll be working a total of 14 hours on Halloween day and I expect they won't let me wear anything other than my uniform, I figured that was the easiest thing to get away with. EA handed out these sim diamond headbands at e3 a couple years ago, so that'll do nicely for a simple yet funny costume. Saw someone dressed as the Doctor, too which was pretty cool. It was lame I had to leave early to go to work but at least I got to go.

Back to animating I go.

That was unexpected...

I took the summer off school so I could go work on a professional stop motion project, and when it was over I talked to the producers individually to tell them I had a blast working with them on the project, and I was really glad they brought me on board.  One of them, upon finding out that I had one quarter of school left, offered me an internship.

So last week I called Trevor and asked if the offer was still open.  He said it was and I should show up the following Tuesday.  When I arrived Tuesday, they told me that they'd rather just hire me, and had me write my availability down, and from now 'till the end of whenever I am working there in every scrap of free time I had.  My next day off is Thanksgiving.  This is okay though, for in December I graduate, and will be launched into my career.  In theory.