Welp. There was really only one reason why I wanted to take this class and that was to try my hand at animation. Y'know, for a class called Computer Arts and Animation, there's a decided lack of actual animation (the registered form of torture known as stop-motion doesn't count). If we had more time (as in, a couple more weeks, knowing my pace), I would have actually gotten to bring this over to After Effects. Then I would actually find a good sound clip to animate (it would've been a joke or something and I'd only be animating the mouths and possibly the eyebrows) and then I'd get to experience the soul crushing existence of an animator as I spend countless hours crafting a video that would amount to all of five seconds. Now that I think about it, why did I have to take an interest in such a mentally taxing media? Life's already going to be particularly skilled at ruining itself just to spite me, so why am I leaning towards an occupation that will just add to it? But, that's probably the pessimism talking. The end products must be immensely satisfying. Hopefully. Maybe one day I'll actually get to animate one.
Also, animation puns are hard to make. Sue me. I'll win.
Also, animation puns are hard to make. Sue me. I'll win.