Listen!Little Blue Square, Just do it!

This marks the third week at Wieden +Kennedy and I feel lucky to have been invited to join 12.
Last night I was at the agency until midnight working through a Flash tutorial and made a few forms that would have rivaled that amoeba, I attempting to "flash" it around or something.
Animating Type: I typed, "Little Blue Square , Would you please move from the left side of the stage to the right, Please."

Come on, Please? Dammit, LBS, you suck.
To be sure, I am way over my head,

wrestling with tangrams

When Monster Meet

So much talent in this group called 12. Some very big personalities, some solid and organized minds and a few that are of the Still Waters School - Running deep. So, last week, one of twelves, an obvious prodigy, a Flash developer, gave me a my first assignment. "Hey, Patrick, Do you think you can you draw me an amoeba?"
I panicked. I was,like, "Do you mean, right now? Can I get back to you on that? " Googgle//images// single cell organisms//search! so I emailed him his amoeba and really felt I had made it my own, having run it through "Liquify" filter, and I emailed to him. Not sure if it was a fast computer or that he was about 3 feet away from me... but that little amoeba seemed to travel the speed of light.
I am thinking this is probably one of the easier assignments I am going to get. So I better get it together.

Irritant - It may hurt, but the pearl needs it.

How I3 squirmed can go into 12

when I found out that I had not made the cut and i was first runner up, I was prepared to run her over some unwitting twelf with Malia's Van, HMS. Had I not been in NYC when I got the news.I was devastated. I could not bare the idea of another year alone in my studio. being an easel painter has its perks, to be sure, but I would say it left me feeling very connected or well-round. I knew that I had to get in.
I didn't have a plan B and I had already told Janie at PDX that this was The Plan.

I sent Susan hoffman some embarrassing e-mails.Trying every angle I could think of even offering to be a slave for the chosen 12 But ultimately in my last ditch effort, i cussed - telling her and Byron that they were making a big mistake and that I was gonna be really good at stuff that neither of them or myself could imagine... " You guys should let me in,Dammit!"
She told me to hang tight and x my fingers.
so I x'd my fingers.
I think persistence is the lesson here and, maybe, the judicious use of Cuss.