But the presentation brought up an interesting quandry. I didn't know they had such an extensive acting program. And while I know doing CG/Animation would be a much more solid career, I've wanted to act since I was two. And I still really, really want to. Even though I know the chances of getting an acting job, even in Vancouver, are not nearly as iron-clad certain as getting a job as an animator, which in Vancouver is the kind of situation where they toss you in an employment pool and any one of a billion local companies are vying for your attention, because there's just *so much* animation done in this city.
Gah. I don't know what to do. Acting. Want, want. But should I?
Sigh. I still have to check out BCIT (though last night brought up the issue of whether schools steal your copyrights - CDIS doesn't, and they're apparently one of the only ones who don't, and I didn't even think of that until last night - I don't think I want to go to a school that will demand my copyrights. I don't like that idea at all. Fortunately, Mum seems to understand this.), and find out about the programs before I go to the infosession on the 18th. And... I still have to take my monitor in! You'd think with all the blood coursing from my eyes from this horrible, blurry little monitor I'd remember to take my good one in to get fixed, but no. I am a master of procrastination.
Mum came to the infosession with me, and left saying: "Hey, you know, Daddy could come here for like, eight months, and with his twenty years experience designing RPG's, he'd have big-money work pretty damned fast." (I'm paraphrasing, but you get the idea.) And it's true, too. My dad could probably get work in a whole lot of local companies. Places like CDIS love throwing around big names, and Dad probably qualifies, for all his blustering, as at least a low-level Big Name. Harn's stuck in a gutter since Columbia Games buggered up our contract, and Dad's just been sitting around in his office doing nothing for eight or nine months. Eight or nine months during which he could have been doing something. And something he liked, even. He's just lazy, that's all. It's a Crossby gene, chronic laziness. Dad's got it, Faya's got it, ye GODS does Ki ever have it - I've got it, but I think I got enough of Mum's "if I don't do it my head will explode" genes that I won't stagnate in a basement from lack of effort 'til I'm at least forty. Great comfort, really. ;)
Anyway, I'm going to get Shannon now, and we're going to make a very late lunch, and then I've got phone calls to make. I still have to call StFX and pay my phone bill before they'll give me my transcripts (though whether I *need* them is a matter of some debate). I got up too late to do that today, differing time zones and all, so I guess I'll have to do that tomorrow.