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If you can dream it, you can be it. If you can see it in your mind, you can most definitely see it in your reality. There is no difference between dreams and reality except for the actions required to take you from where to currently are to where it is that you wish to go.

Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin (via thepowerwithin)

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Change copyright law!!

Change The Toon

There is a stigma that limits 2D/hand-drawn animation to just kids’ programs and comedy.  The stereotype is so commonly upheld that animation is often considered a genre or category, rather than a medium of filmmaking that is capable of producing works in any genre. There doesn’t seem to be a spot at the table for sophisticated and mature animated works within our industry at large.

Whether you agree with it or not, the fact remains animation is the bastard child of film.  The industry treats animation as that weird kid in school that no one wants to play with because they don’t know which camp they belong to. Is animation the class clown, the stoner kid in the back of the room or some weird otaku?  How about none of the above.  It’s the super genius lone wolf who’s worldly and intelligent.  Deep and poetic.

I believe that animation can be sophisticated, elegant, intelligent, and mature – that its dramatic value and philosophical impact can rival the best live action pieces.  In a sense, I want to help hand-drawn animation grow up – to show that it can have a spot at the table.  It can be more than just slapstick.

If you’re tired of that same old song and dance the industry makes animation play to… Change the toon.

If you agree, share this message.  

If you want do help us make that change, check out what we’re doing here: bit.ly/beambitious

My dog Chica had a nightmare last night. She doesn’t have them very often but when she does she’ll let out this adorable little howl that startles herself awake. She was a little shaken up about it but after a few snuggles in the hooman bed (usually off limits for doggos) she was happy as can be. After a while she hopped down to her own bed and drifted off into a peaceful pupper snooze. And I thought that was the end of it.

But I had a nightmare too. Now that’s not entirely uncommon, I have them fairly often and they’re something that I’ve gotten used to. But this one was a bad one.

The bad ones are the ones that I don’t wake up from. They’re the ones where my friends or loved ones are hurt in front of me and the only thing I can do is watch and cry and scream in the mad hope that it’s all just some terrible dream. Nothing ever happens to me in these dreams so I’m trapped within until I wake up of my own accord. But tonight was different.

Tonight, I felt something lick my hand and woke up in a cold sweat. There on the side of my bed was Chica, licking my hand and looking up at me with concern. Now I’m not sure how much a dog understands about nightmares and dreams and such, but she’s never woken me up from a nightmare before. I’d like to think that some part of her recognized what I was going through and she just wanted to wake me up to protect me from the scary monsters. I have never been more grateful to have Chica by my side than in that moment.

So I let her hop up on the hooman bed (twice in one night, oh boy!) and after a few snuggles I was happy as can be.

2.5 Jigen Kareshi