My videos simply aren't as good

I've managed to get a "downloads" page on this blog, which seems a bit pointless as I've only put one thing up there, but there it is. You can find at just underneath the header, or here. I've put up Dial M for Mephistopheles in all its textual glory, and I added a "videos" section, only to realize I don't really have any video to play.

Speaking of videos, by the way, I have finally finished rigging the dragonfly and it is fully functional and ready to be animated. Only problem here is I can't actually texture the thing without it looking really off and fucking the rigging around heaps, so I have to start panicking about that. Hurrah hurrah.

Here's what it looks like. It's just a little grey at the moment.

In other news, nothing. Nothing's happened, and that's probably a good thing. There's a new song by songstress Amanda Palmer about Lady Gaga, herself and Madonna on Youtube here. I like it. It's about art and pop music which is pretty cool. Oh, and for videos, here's something I found to be rather hilarious, and amusingly enough something I was thinking about making some time back, but was too lazy to do anything about it. But congratulations Britanick, yours was faster and considerably better than anything I could have done. 


Why can't I bloody find anything to write? I need some inspiration somewhere. I need some art. But first I need to sleep cos I have to be up at 7. Bah, I don't like this early class.

Wooo, wedding!

This week I was told over by Chris on this blog that you can get paid for doing reviews. I like trying things, I like watching films and I certainly like criticizing and getting paid for it, so I signed up. I don't know if you guys can see this page, or if you have to be logged in. Otherwise I'll just post them up individually when I do interesting ones worth reading, like this one about A Tale of Two Sisters, this one on the Dark Knight, and this on Godzilla. Fuck knows if those link work, either. But I'm getting money from it so I don't care. Actually.

*edit* I just learnt, my reviews only get published days a few days after I write them. Oh, right. Gotcha


Today I helped a bunch of Haitians by packing and loading up great big boxes of big-ass tents, and survival things like water purifiers. I think I may have to go back tomorrow and start all over again because 300 boxes isn't enough, apparently. I feel like a better person, already.

I also learnt today this. Today has been filled with happiness, except when I had to pay 250 pounds into my stupid account because it was overdrawn. 

Ok, now I'm gonna watch some TV or something, or ... maybe ... go to bed early ? *gasp*

"Mike Wazowski!"

I forgot how awesome Monsters Inc. is. It's funny as hell. And Hell is totally hilarious, dont' you know.    Today my friend had his birthday party. He was turning 21 and hired out some of the ol' Common Room bar for the frivolities. People dressed up as animated characters. Others did not. Ironically enough those people were the ones who did the animation course. I dressed up as "animated me" which involved painting big cartoon eyes on myself. I looked a total tit. It was soon rubbed off

God, look at all those snow particles interacting with that fur. That must have taken ages to render.    Oh wow. I wasn't wrong: "It normally took 11 to 12 hours to render a single frame of Sulley because of his 2.3 million individually animated hair strands (Total number of hairs: 2,320,413)."    That's right fellow animators, eleven to twelve hours for one fucking frame. I can't even begin to imagine that. Jesus Christ it took half an hour for my thing to render today and I thought it took a long time.

I'm really tempted to stay up all night and write or something, but we all know that would be silly. For those of you who follow my Twitter you'd have seen this, a picture I drew of Amanda Palmer

I also did this.

Eleven to twelve hours. One frame. It still boggles the mind

Christmas countdown: 3 weeks!

Wine and Manhattan

I bought two albums the other day. One I've been waiting for since 2005 one I was never going to buy if Danver Braganza hadn't introduced me to Terry Pratchett (which then lead to me reading Neil Gaiman, following his blog then Twitter feed, which lead to me reading Amanda Palmer's Twitter feed). 21st Century Breakdown is an amazing album. Kinda brings me back to my teen angst years (OK, I didn't really have teen angst years, but more like a couple of years of contemplating having black hair cos it was cool and about a week in which I thought My Chemical Romance was cool) and I love how anthemic the songs are. I can't get enough of Viva La Gloria!, which just totally owns. The second album I can't decide whether it's better than 21st Century Breakdown. Who Killed Amanda Palmer is an absolutely brilliant album, this song in paticular. But anyway this isn't a CD review entry. I don't think any of them will ever be. God help me if it is. These two albums have though been the soundtrack to my week in the States. They won't be any more, cos my lovely, trustworthy Sennheiser headphones appear to have broken. This is a sad thing indeed. But in happier news, I'm in the self proclaimed greatest city in the world. You shouldn't measure life by the amount of breaths you take, but by the the things that take your breath away and walking out of the station and taking the first step in Broadway in Times Square, well, that really takes your breath away. Everything is so much bigger, namely the goddamn billboards which are too big, I don't even know if it's an ad or an actual shop. It's an amazing place though. Wouldn't mind living here at some point I always seem to have at least two glasses of wine a day where I am. It's lovely though. Staying with relatives. I didn't know I had so much extended family