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Thursday, January 21, 2010

Wilderness

Illustration Friday: Wilderness

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TTFN
-Tony

Monday, January 18, 2010

This is What Happens if You Eat Mei Fun Before Going to Bed

Last night I dreamt I was back in the army, except it kept shifting from being in the army to being in a concentration camp. Everything was bleak and dead, barren and dusty. I was chosen to go on a mission, but the dream switched back and forth from it being a mission to feeling like I was being sent to the gas showers. My feelings switched back and forth from one of anticipation and excitement to one of dread. I was to follow a sergeant to my briefing. I followed him, and he kept telling me how he was on my side, and he was supporting me. We walked past groups of people, all looking very sad and drawn, as if life had burned them out and ruined them. I kept texting the people in my life to tell them I loved them before I died, I felt like that was very important. However, this made me lose the sergeant I was following, and I found myself in brick hallway with another soldier. Two other soldiers were at the far end testing a large caliber machine gun. I didn't have time to drop, so I pressed myself tight against the wall. Everything zoomed to hyper-speed, and the bullets spun and cut through the air right in front of my eyes in slow motion. After that round was done, everything snapped back to normal speed. I shouted for the two gunners to stop, but they were firing another burst, and everything slowed down once more. I pressed myself against the wall again. I got the impression that the other soldier was somehow drawing the bullets toward him like a magnet. Unfortunately he was standing behind me. One of the rounds tore into my leg, spraying blood all over me. Eugene Levy (???) appeared and asked if I was ok. I said no, I've been shot. He was horrified, put my arm around him, and took me to a hospital. When we got to the hospital, we kept wandering from room to room. He left me alone with this woman who said she needed help. I said I couldn't do much, seeing as I had a leg that was ripped apart and I badly needed medical attention. She asked me to just press a button. I did. A curtain on the far side of the room parted revealing... the Muppet Show. The Muppets proceeded to sing a song about how this woman had bought their souls from the mafia, and how she was their new owner and mistress and they were damned for all eternity to serve her. I think my brain decided this was a good point to wake up.

Discuss!

TTFN
-Tony

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Party Party Join Us Join Us....

It's almost 1am and I'm in the subway station more than slightly pissed, as the English would say. Rum and Cokes are meant to be shared with special friends, it's in the bible, I think... I met a very nice Russian couple at Kristen's party. Well, she's Russian & he's American. We had fun looking at the different drinks on the chalkboard. "Let's try that! Oooh, how about that one?

Ok I'm on the E train now even though it's running local. I have become, in the words of Pink Floyd, comfortably numb. The E's running as a local tonight so it will take more time. I'm leaning against a pole. A seat would be really nice. I'm sure everyone here is riding all the way to 71st Continental.

Ha ha, I got a seat! That'll teach me to make assumptions! I'm listening to the Jimmy Durante album I bought my father for no other reason than I'm feeling blank and empty and it's upbeat. I'm inebriated- someone could take advantage of my inebriation if they really wanted to and ask me all kinds of questions. Good thing no one gives a crap at the moment :) I want to go home and have a little pasta with butter and cheese. Mm.

Ok everything is shaking and some MTA workers are loading up the car with material. I don't care just get me to 71st/ Continental on time. Time being 1:30 am.

I was trying to play some old Infocom games on my ppc. I should write one. Maybe I'll work on it with Joe. That would be a fun project.

There's a little feather blowing around on the floor. Ooh, we're here!

Ok on the bus now. It's not oppressively warm like it was on the way here. I've switched from Jimmy Durante to Weird Al ("Let the stomping fun begin- bash their weasly skulls right in! It's tradition that makes it ok...") Signing off for now, I'll post this later- or not. My words of wisdom for the evening: Life is like a kumquat. Sure, you could put it in a blender and add fermented marmoset blood- but why would you want to?

TTFN
-Tony

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

IF: Confined

Illustration Friday: Confined

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This is something I had in my head that took a long time to realize, and I'm not sure if I've quite got it or not. I was working on a surreal cell animation once upon a time where an eye opened, and then the camera pulled back and it turned out it was inside of a cube, and then it pulled back more and it turned out to be in a glass of water. I have no idea what I did with the files. They be on the failed hard drive of no return.

It took me quite a long time to get the tablecloth to work right with 3DS Max's Reactor. At first the cloth was too small, and instead of draping over the tabletop it kept zinging off into space. Next, if I made the polygon count too high, it kept sliding off the table. Then I worked on all kinds of tapestries and ornamental cloths, including some with tassels on the end, before picking a simple white sheer fabric. A lot of time was spent fiddling around with the shadows and depth of field before I settled on what you see. I wasn't sure what to use for a background, because I wanted to give the impression the poor trapped soul was locked away somewhere, but I didn't want it to detract from the focus. I refracted some stars and clouds in the glass to make it stand out more. A little Photoshop tweaking here, a little diffuse glow there, and voila! Enjoy!

TTFN
-Tony