I’ve always hated people who don’t have time for friends. I am now one of these people. I don’t know what to feel about it, but perhaps this very consideration is why I am the way I am now. It’s difficult to construct a sentence without the word “I”. It stretches me out. “Hall this, [...]
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Friendship
September 17, 2010
A letter to myself
September 5, 2010
Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of our lives. Your shot- no, our shot, at redemption. Failure has come many times. But they are trivial compared to the ones faced by the explorers before us. They are great not because they have never failed, but because they have never allowed failure to keep [...]
An oath.
August 3, 2010
I shall not argue with ANYONE about ANYTHING for a year. This is inspired by John Francis, who famously held a personal oath to not speak for 17 YEARS. Based on the sole realisation that he wasn’t listening to anyone, because he was so taken with the idea of winning the argument. I have been [...]
Walk Cycle 5: The Frolick
July 29, 2010
The scarf, drapery, was hard to do. I tried not to make it heavy, but it still seems quite un-fabric-ish. Drapery is ALWAYS late.
“Walk” 4 – Backflip
July 26, 2010
Flash, about an hour. Rough, but very very fun to do.
Walk Cycle 3: Basic jog
July 24, 2010
This was the basic structure. I find that the essential movement of the cycle is better presented with a simplified figure, rather like how sketches can be so much more exciting and dynamic that a polished final result. I did try to polish this one up, but I’m still really bad with anatomy. LONG LONG [...]
The first of many to come
July 21, 2010
The Glowing Sea Bastard
June 18, 2010
Trying Times
May 11, 2010
One of my favourite books of all time is “Only You Can Save Mankind” by Terry Pratchett. It was a rite of passage for a teenager such as I, not only because it was essentially steeped in gaming contexts, which is just ball-crushingly awesome; but more importantly because it dealt with, what Pratchett describes as [...]
