godhatesglobes

Fluttering gently back into reality. With the intertia of an anvil.

Sat, 10 Oct 2009 18:53:29 GMT

I am definitely going to figure drawing at DigiPen this coming Thursday. Mike and Audrey, it'd be cool if y'all came too!

I need to revamp my portfolio site. It's cool, but has serious issues. I'd also like to make a version that works with iphones, because a lot of people have them. I'll have to figure out if iphones like quicktime... Research is needed. I also need to do some concept work to make sure the layout is appropriately scalable.

I need to start concepting a character for our next game at Fishbeat. Perhaps on weekends?

I need to call Kel about comic book stuff.

Faith

Sun, 02 Aug 2009 21:39:53 GMT

It's interesting to me, that Atheists always think that they have successfully escaped having faith. I'm pretty sure it takes faith to think that there is no metaphysical (please, give me a better term that covers all higher powers if you can come up with one) force in the world. Freedom from faith would mean apathy, and let's face it, the apathetic don't really get much done. I honestly think that Atheism and Theism are two side to the exact same coin. One simply believes that things are basically bad, and therefore there is no binding organization to things, and the other believes, well, you know, the opposite. I dunno, I guess I'm being an even broader-spectrum bigot, here, but isn't that the goal? To bring all ignorance's to some sort of equilibrium? No, it's not the goal. Ignore this post.

Hump Day

Tue, 21 Jul 2009 05:35:51 GMT

I went to see the new 'bromance' movie after work, today. I'd worked an extra two hours, and sat through one and a half hours of traffic to get there. Traffic was such that I arrived at the movie about fifteen minutes in. I'm only providing this preface, because of what I'm about to say about the film.

I found myself crying through most of the movie. It was appalling to me that people could find the content so funny, and that made me cry more. I can't exactly say why I was crying, because I know that the film was pointing out an entertaining discrepancy in the way we perceive and condition women versus the way we do the same to men. It made me think of all the times I've had strong bonds with male friends, and completely been unable to express the kind of affection which provides closure to meetings, partings, and the like.

The premise of the film (this won't ruin anything about the it, if you haven't seen it, because the story is told through the 'how', not the 'what') is that a couple of best friends (dudes, bros, homeslices, whatever) are reunited after some time apart, and after some hard core bro partying, they come to the unlikely conclusion that they should create an amateur porno wherein the two of them do it. There's a lot of awkwardness, and then there's some really sad interaction between one of the men and his wife, which is followed by the grand finale of the whole ordeal where the two men fail to be be sexual with one another.

It's a sad, sad movie. It's sad, because the two guys don't manage to have sex with each other. Because the film makers say, "this is what we are," instead of, "this is what we could be." It's sad, because I am those men. All men are those men, in this world. It is hard to break out of the kyriarchy, and those that do often find themselves hiding in different potholes of it. I guess it's good to point out what we are with art, but damn, it just hurts some times.

Men, boys, males in this world are doomed to lives of disconnection wherein they Advertisement
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can hardly stand to love one another, even when they clearly do. Women, girls, females are doomed to lives of literally being sex, whether they want it or not. I watched this movie, with so many unpleasant ideas roaming around in my head. What if the gender roles had been reversed? Would the appalled wife turn into an aroused husband? Instead of being intrigued by it, would people who heard about it be falling over themselves to help 'shoot'?

I have many garbled thoughts about the ordeal, I'm sure everyone I know will go to the movie and laugh. I just couldn't.

Graduation!!!!

Thu, 30 Apr 2009 17:36:49 GMT

All right, so Chelsea and I are graduating. It's going to be awesome.

Thu, 23 Apr 2009 20:22:45 GMT

GDC Time!

Mon, 23 Mar 2009 01:48:44 GMT

Yeah!!!!! Woooo! Yeah. WHoo. woo. w.

Dance Club is not Happening until Further Notice, Again

Sun, 15 Mar 2009 21:58:23 GMT

Still no Dance Club until further notice. For answers to questions regarding dance club and its not happening, please ask yourself the question in question, and then think about it really hard.

Recession...

Sat, 14 Mar 2009 03:15:02 GMT

So... career day! It was a smashing success. At least insofar as everyone's work and display boards looked really great.

The part where it wasn't so successful, however, was the part where there weren't very many potential employers showing up. That was a little bit totally terrifying. I'm pretty sure that I'm aware of maybe four companies that were represented there, today.

Pre GDC Checklist:

Tue, 03 Feb 2009 01:57:40 GMT

1. print business cards, and update business cards to reflect current employment
2. makehrefmovie for all videos on web site
3. replace one of the images in my online gallery
4. pick out 3 nice outfits to wear
5. optimize print portfolio
6. print several resumes
7. put together a print portfolio
8.stop freaking out

Uninteresting Things

Mon, 12 Jan 2009 21:23:30 GMT

We're going to the GDC in San Francisco! That's going to be pretty cool, I think. I'm a little worried about getting all of my business card (and etc.) crap ready for that, but I'm psyched beyond that. There are so many people I wish I could bring with me from all of the realms I've lived in on this world, but I'm not as wealthy as I'd like.

Dance club went really well, this week. I figured out that if you call people directly, they tend to be more likely to go. Spamming the internet isn't always the way, I guess.

Work is going well, I modeled a really cool character on Saturday, which was (get ready to be surprised) really fun. Come Tuesday, I guess I'll unwrap it, and maybe bounce back to our main character for the game. That main character needs some more walking/running animations. We'll see if I can get those all to work together. Actually, I'll see, since the game isn't announced yet. I won't be showing any of that stuff for a while, which sucks only a whole bunch.

The house is mildly messy, which is kind of how I like it, but the little lady is sick and has been for the past couple of days, which usually causes me to temporarily want a little more order in my surroundings. Oh well. I'll make the bed or something.

I can't believe that this is really my last semester. It feels like I've been living in this dang school forever.

Haven't had a drop of caffeine since new years day. I'd be lying if I said that I don't miss it, but on the other hand, I don't miss it all that much. I feel way better, now; like I've actually got more energy. I was afraid that my excessive usage of the drug had depleted my adrenals, but not so I can tell. Not yet, anyways.

All right, that's enough blather for the moment. Life is good. I wish I could bring Barry, Kel, Joe, Mike, Audrey (maybe you're going, I haven't asked you?) and Garret with me to the GDC

Thanksgiving.

Sat, 29 Nov 2008 17:14:42 GMT

Chelsea spent well over six hours in the kitchen doing some crazy food science, and I served as an assistant for that period. I aided her in building the following:

1 hot turkey
chestnut stuffing
shrimp scampi
2 pumpkin pies
cranberry compote
caprese salad
mashed potatoes
turkey gravy
a whole lot of whipped cream (was not hard to concoct, but was hard to whip)

We made these items from scratch, and assembled them using hammers and mullets. Later that day, we ate the stuff, along with a few items our friend Jenn had produced using similar techniques. Yea, verilly, we got full twice over and had to roll ourselves home and into bed.

-a few of my favorite things...

Mon, 13 Oct 2008 17:18:57 GMT

Fri, 10 Oct 2008 19:59:21 GMT

So, I'll say some stuff.

I really <3 our painting teacher, Geraldine Kovats, and it's not just because she can paint up a storm. It's also because she sounds like a super villain when threatening the class with an F. She seriously threatens to fail us for certain things, and then bursts into excellently maniacal laughter. I find that to be incredibly endearing. I also kind of feel like I'm being taught by a true master of the medium, which is like artist street cred if there was such a thing.

Don't get me wrong, Peter Moehrle is a total badass as well. He taught us environment art last year, and it was quite the humbling experience. Peter is like some distant uncle I never knew. He's incredibly casual in telling students how they need to start completely over on a painting. He's also very casual when he shows us these paintings that seriously kick ass. Where was I? Oh yes, Peter's way cool, he's just not currently in my focus, because he's not our primary (ha! primary, like the colors, do you get it? Did you see my joke, there?) painting instructor of the moment.

To be honest, all of our instructors are badasses. There's not a single one among them who hasn't done ART FOR A LIVING. You wouldn't think this was a big deal, but there's that old saying, "Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach." Or something along those lines.

AAAAAAnyways. This year has been a real kick in the pants. Last year, I was totally on top of my game, aceing every assignment and feeling ready for the art biz. This year has been a lot of realizing how much I don't actually know about doing art. Apparently, the better you get at something, the more you don't know about it. In fact, every time I do a painting, it just feels like I'm tabulating a bunch of items I don't yet know about painting. The thing about that is that it's a hand skill. You can't just research something about painting technique and suddenly have it at your disposal like in writing. You have to practice the fuck out of it until it's in your reflexes.

I've been working for a video game company called Fishbeat. They're small, and independent. Today I went to work, there was no one there, and the doors were locked. They run the company out of their house. I was rather sad about this, but tried to keep my chin up. I went home and called my (boss?) boss, Zach, and he said that the entire group of programmers (four people, who are basically the rest of the company) were at some sort of event called IndieCade. I've been hearing about this event peripherally all week, but have little to no interest in festivals or shmoozing. So, they gave me today and tomorrow off. Which is why I'm writing this right now. I forgot how nice it is to fluff about and internet.

Also, since I'm only 20 hours a week for them, they had to contract out some of our concept art in order to meet our last milestone. I have mixed feelings about that. First, I feel relieved, because I knew that there was no way I could produce enough art for the milestone in time. Second, I was jealous and sad, becuase apparently this guy they contracted did really awesome work. Work, I'm assuming, that is worlds better than mine. Yeah, conflicted emotions. I look forward to meeting this guy, and I hope he doesn't spell my demise in terms of job security.

Agh, shouldn't talk like that, but it feels good to externalize it. They're talking about hiring the guy for full time, which would make me less responsible when we hit a nasty deadline.

droodles for the front of my business cards...

Wed, 08 Oct 2008 23:10:12 GMT

D to the C

Sat, 20 Sep 2008 16:35:55 GMT

Tomorrow night at 6PM in Grasslawn park!

DANCE CLUB!!!!!!!

OMG!!!

DANCING!!!

MUSIC!!!!

PHYSICAL EXERCISE!!!!!

Call Dan or Chelsea for info:

405.664.6690

Oh snap!

Thu, 18 Sep 2008 22:37:58 GMT

I just won second prize in the Redmond Digital Arts Festival! My submission was Vice, a 30 second short I produced last year. Yay! YOu can view the video here:

Dance Club!!!!!!

Sun, 14 Sep 2008 22:31:45 GMT

You met me at a very strange time in my life.

The first rule of DANCE CLUB is you do not talk about DANCE CLUB.
The second rule of DANCE CLUB is you can actually talk about DANCE CLUB if you want to.
The third rule of DANCE CLUB is you must dance at DANCE CLUB.
The fourth rule is DANCE CLUB will be held every Sunday at Six PM at Grass Lawn Park in Redmond, over by the enormous rocks, at the new enclosure thingy, unless it is closed or too crowded, in which case we will move to the old gazebo at the back of the park.
The fifth rule is all music will be of a suitably ridiculous nature, and all dancing will be exuberant and flamboyant.
The sixth rule is all feedback on dancing will be positive.
There are no seventh, eighth, or ninth rules, until further notice.

Actually, the seventh rule is you can call me if you'd like more information (although I feel the above is pretty self-explanatory) at (405) 664-6690

...the end is nigh...

Thu, 11 Sep 2008 03:08:28 GMT

Damn you, Mike

Tue, 26 Aug 2008 03:17:08 GMT

Writer's Block: In the Event of a Zombie Emergency

Fri, 08 Aug 2008 15:35:32 GMT

Are you prepared for a zombie outbreak, or are you just going to wing it?

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Prepared. Hmm, I don't think so. Lately I'm kind of broke, so I'd be limited to killing zombies with what's in the the house.

I could definitely hurt some zombies, but probably kill very few. There aren't enough sharp things around to really kill any zombies. Plus, I suppose, who would want to cut up a zombie anyways, because then you run the risk of getting zombie blood everywhere. That's kind of awful to think about, because it would just end with a whole bunch of zombies lying around in or near my house with broken spines, arms, and legs. They'd all be moaning up a storm, though. The infernal choir of the damned.

I just... worry about the zombie blood. You know, diseases and the like.

My place is not secure in any way, I'd have to jury rig a whole lot in order to block the windows. Although it would be easy to get in and out once that's accomplished, because my bathroom window opens out onto the roof.

new web site

Fri, 11 Jul 2008 19:42:29 GMT

Check it out!
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Manly Herring Bone

Sun, 06 Jul 2008 03:17:38 GMT

That's what Chelsea's doing to my bodacious blond wig right now. She's ripped a bone from a dead (long dead, too, it looks like it's rotting from the brain out) herring, and then she cut down the mightiest tree in the forest with it, and then she killed my hair with it.

Okay, seriously though. My job situation wasn't as dire as I thought. The day after they told me I wasn't doing well enough, they told me I was doing great. I actually did poorer that second day, though. Mayhap my boss is just a teeny tiny bit insane. Mayhap I'm a little bit hypersensitive about my abilities as a flag-sewer.

Goodness gracious I wish I was a professional artist and not a dang flag-sewer. I still do a lot for the Synaesthete guys, but it's just a past-time for the moment. Oh well, gotta pay the bills some way or t'other, right?

I joined a forum site that revolves around IDM (intelligent dance music). I know that's a silly acronym, but you have to call good electronic music something. I've been posting links to my music there in hopes that someone will give me an unpleasant enough critique to get me off my ass and composing whole songs again. The response to my music has been rather positive.

If it's so good, how come no one wants to publish it? Well, maybe I need to produce more of it, and then shamelessly promote myself.

It's about at this point that Chelsea needs me to look up how to disembowel a Herring on wikipedia, so I bid you farewell.

...and my words taste rather bitter

Thu, 03 Jul 2008 17:06:28 GMT

Apparently, they don't think I'm producing enough flags at the aforementioned factory. So they're telling me this yesterday, and I'm saying, "all right," and they're saying I need to produce about twice as much, and I'm like, "okay," and then I do really well for about two hours. I produced like ten flags an hour for two hours. Then the machine stopped working. I tried to fix it, and then I tried to fix it again. One of the threads keeps flying out of the needle (it's a double-needle machine) and I eventually (after wasting like an hour trying to get it working) realize that it is beyond my grasp, and that I cannot fix it this (last) night. Frak!

I think I'm going to get fired. I produced fewer flags last night than I had the night before. I eventually switched machines and did something that I don't suck at, but I sure wasted a bit of time.

My major frustration is this: I work really hard. I'm one of the most driven people I know. I take a lunch that's only ten minutes long. How is it that I'm "not producing enough"? Part of me is screaming that I'm doing my part and the other (crazy and overworking) part is just saying that it's my fault and that I should just try harder.

What makes this worse, is that I'm supposed to also be some sort of manager!? So, I'm expected to contend with the little Chinese lady who's been working here, doing the same thing, for at least a hundred years, AND BE THE MANAGER. I don't even know what they're paying me, but when I find out, and it's only $9 and hour for this much stress, I'm probably going to have to start a global thermonuclear war.

I've begun my job search already, there's no sense in waiting until they give me the heave-ho.

The Fantasy Story is Over. Again

Wed, 02 Jul 2008 16:18:49 GMT

I just finished the last of the Dark Tower books. Ouch. I kind of knew that something like that was going to happen,
but I wasn't totally sure of the specifics. I can still say that I loved them, though. Most of the time I can't stick to a Stephen King book, but these were incredibly addictive.

I considered reading the comic book series after, but I really hate the drawings in them. The writing seemed all right, but i had this really specific image of the gunslinger in my head, and the illustrations failed miserably to meet my expectations.

Also, it's awesome (at least when you have a meaningless and repetitive job like I do) to have an ipod and several audio books when you're at work. It has actually been kind of a treat to sit around and sew for hours with the excellent recitation of the Dark Tower series rattling on in my brain. I didn't read them all that way, I think I read the first and third ones with my eyes, but man oh man, audio books plus mindless labor doesn't suck. Not nearly as much as mindless labor with desolate silence save the baby they pinch in the corner of the factory all night. I wonder what pinching babies has to do with making U.S. flags anyways?

I kind of detested the idea of being part of the ipod trend until I didn't.

Oh man! I had an amazing idea last night when I was thinking about Legos, and then .PNG images.
You know how in real life, you think of colors as a single color, with no other variables? What if we thought of color in terms of it's RGB value AND it's alpha transparency level?! I could then say that my favorite color is translucent green (like some old Legos I had once), which it now is. Maybe not that amazing. Maybe I just needed to type it out so I wouldn't forget it.

Tue, 01 Jul 2008 17:11:18 GMT

Well, we've settled into a bit of a pattern.

CHX goes to work at 8:30, and I usually get up with her and bear witness to her morning machinations. I usually do so in a zomb-ified manner, because 7:30AM is a little bit hard for me. I don't know, it's just hard for me to want to go to bed at 11:30. This is a leftover from pre-married Dan and his "stay up until 6 in the morning" attitude.

After she leaves, I feed my internet addictions by checking my Gmail, Myspace, Facebook, Livejournal, and various blogs about a hundred times. I'm a sick man. Then, if I've got the energy left, I do some art, music, or maybe some writing. You know, secondary stuff.

I've been idly working on art assets for the indie title I'm affiliated with, even though there's no pay to be had just yet. I enjoy it, and I like the team. I'm also confident that our publisher likes us and is simply wading through the necessary red tape to provide us with a budget. I suppose I should equalize my art efforts to start creating assets for the student game I'm going to be working on, before the indie title actually goes into its production cycle. Hard to say.

I'm not totally excited about how this game appears to want to be most hectic right around the time school starts back up. I'm not all that worried, though, because I know a few people who really like games of this type and would definitely want to work on it.

For some reason my nose has been running something fierce for the past day and-a-half. My mom told me it was probably the trees. I think that's maybe a little superstitious, because there are trees here all year 'round, and I've only had a runny nose for the past- well, blah blah blah.... I do know that if I eat a bunch of that totally awesome grass-fed butter we have, it makes my nose work right for a little while. I've also been a little more on the ball about taking cod liver oil than I used to be. For a while, I would only remember to take it when I saw CHX taking it, and that wasn't nearly often enough.

Our cat is blind. To lord it over her, let us all now ENJOY LOOKING AT A PICTURE OF HER.

Also, why is the emoticon for "okay" so depressed-looking? In addition to that, I find it sad that I've begun to have an aversion to the word: quixotic. How many damn times can people decide it's the coolest word in the world and use it to describe their mood?