My First Photo Friday

I've decided to give Photo Friday a whirl. The word of the week is SOFT. Not a very original photograph, but I can't think of any people who are softer :)
Tony


Tony

As far as False Idols is coming along… it's a coming. In addition to creating a nifty control room for the rocket, I've actually purchased a decent astronaut figure for Poser for about $35. I'm doing quite a bit of detail / texture mapping work on it- it was pretty much medium-poly: good for medium shots, but the edges stood out in the close-ups. All hail mesh-smooth.
This past weekend I had the honor of watching a performance by Craig J. Quack (and friends') comedy troupe, The Gentlemen's Rotary Auxiliary. Despite a few technical snafus, a pants-wetting experience was had by all. "Spoooooooooooooooooooooooon!"
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Tony

As I don't have enough confusing things and projects going on in my life right now, (running a small job, writing a book, putting a friend's home movies on DVD, being a husband / dad) I've decided to make a small (3-5) minute animation based on two of my Illustration Friday entries, Ancient and Travel. Right now the working title is False Idols. The above image is from the establishing shot. As I go, I'll be putting wmv's of certain shots on Egotistical Production's animation page. (No, I don't have it there yet. I'll let you know.)
The establishing shot is from another earlier animation, Armageddon (the Planet X Version.) I had done this before in Imagine, (do they even make that program anymore?) and I briefly toyed with re-making it with 3ds Max. It was pretty, but I lost interest as it was something I had done before, cheesy looking as it was. I'm not George Lucas, folks. In short, I replaced the asteroid in the original animation with the rocket ship from my Ancient picture and added a moon.
The original is very colorful. I de-saturated it a little bit and added the grainy diffuse glow. It works, as the rocket ship and suit are something out of a Ray Bradbury (huzzah huzzah) short story.
Right now I'm rendering it at DVD resolution (720 x 480.) I may look into putting it onto film and try to get it into festivals, but that would take much more time (2048 pixels horizontal as a minimum resolution) and probably run me about $700- $1000 for the transfer. Stay tuned!
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-Tony

Tony

Upon hearing the Pope was near death, a coworker said, "It always happens in threes- first Terri Schiavo, then the Pope! Who's going to be third?" Being the obnoxious person I am, I pointed out that thousands of people are born and die every day. (My wife informs me that Frank Perdue just kicked the giant KFC bucket, so I guess I was wrong.)
What have we learned from this horrible Terri Schiavo mess? I have to take the coward's way out and say that I have no idea what it's like to have a mother, daughter or wife be a vegetable for fifteen years, so I really can't make an informed opinion. I've never been brain-dead either, so I can't say weather I'd want my tube pulled or not. Right now, I'll state that no, I do not want to be a vegetable for fifteen years. But who knows what I'd feel once I was in that state- if I could feel anything at all. When I know death is just around the corner, I might be terrified. The only solution is to create some sort of telepathy device that can be used to find out the wishes of the dying.
The only alternative is what we have here on Earth when there is no clear cut route: we break into two camps- some vehemently for, some vehemently against. The ones who were for pulling the tube felt that they wanted this woman (and hopefully themselves, if they were ever in that situation,) to die with some sort of peace. The ones who were against are afraid because it seems that human life is becoming less and less sacred. (They do have a point. Would you ever think of starving a dog to death?) As always, the issue no longer became what is the right thing to do, it became which side is right. One side became murderers, the other side became the (dum dum dummm!) Religious Right. All politicians had to be seen putting in their 2000 cents. Prayers mixed with jeers came from both sides.
The family turned further and further in on each other, to the point where Terri's husband banned her parents and brother from her deathbed. Now this poor woman has passed on. The dust has settled, until the next crisis that involves us to rise up in gangs against each other. Are we really so lonely that this is the only way we feel we can belong to something?
RIP, Terri, His Holiness, and yes, Frank Perdue. Thank God we were spared a holy war over light and dark meat.
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-Tony

Keep the faith, my friends.
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-Tony