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Pancakes and Wolves

Today, I learned, is Pancake Day. This is in celebration of St Pancake who died of eggs. Some people say the day is also to celebrate Shrove Tuesday and the start of some kind of something called Lent, but I’m not so sure about that. In any case, I normally spend the week running up to Pancake day in anticipation, occassionally having a Pre-Pancake-Day Pancake Day. But this year has been different. I’ve been oddly detached from world events, in particular ones involving food. What has happened to me? If it weren’t for Natalie reminding me, the day could have passed by me completely. This would have been catastrophic for obvious reasons.

So we’re all making pancakes tonight, hurrah, except for Moses who is working late, hahah never mind. What do you take on your pancake? Sugar? Lemon juice? Jam? Honey? Maple syrup? Nutella? Jam? Ham? A fine liquor? Thatch?

It is also a New Moon tonight, which is the exact opposite of a Full Moon in darkness terms. I wonder if perhaps, in the same way that some people turn to wolves during a Full Moon, will some wolves turn into humans tonight? Raising onto their hind legs, to perform menial day-to-day tasks? Have you ever seen a wolf use a photocopier? Keep your eyes open, for tonight you may.

Severe Retinal Damage

That’d be a good name for a speed metal band…. Severe Retinal Damage, supporting the main act, Massive Facial Haemorrhaging. Anyway, the title is pretty much irrelevant to the post, at least I think so, I’ll just have to see what I end up writing.

Jeff just posted a news item about what we’ve been up to and explaining our web absence, which prompted me to follow it up with a fullblown post.

So yes, the bathroom light. It’s interesting how many details of the world around us we couldn’t give a shit about until they suddenly stop working. Just like the central heating system, which we very much took for granted until it started leaking down through the kitchen ceiling. Now we pray to the plumbing gods each night in the hope that this freak event won’t happen again. Looks like we should have been praying to the gods who are in charge of the small mechanism inside pull-string light switches. This, at least, is Jeff’s diagnosis. I’m sure as hell not going to take it apart to find out. For risk of electric shock and, should the current pass through my eyes, severe retinal damage. (See?)

Being the slow one of the group, I am only just starting my career of graduate employment next week. Up until now I have been slaving away in a self-employed fashion, making some sort of website for money. And it won’t go away, despite repeated poking with sticks. It’s turned into a bit of a hobby, that is if you consider hobbies to be things that you do all the time even though they are now very annoying.

The other day I watched the new Wallace & Gromit film, Curse of the Wererabbit. It’s very funny, especially the little bunnies that wave. Bless them. It takes me back to my school days when I would attempt to make animations with my partner in crime, using plasticine and a camera. We made some pretty ace videos, all of which unfortunately got lost in time. This was in the days before CD-Rs so backups were the realm of the very rich who could afford those fancy tape drives. Or did we have a Zip Drive then? Hmm that’s a thought (not to mention, a thought that I could have kept in my head). Watch this space.

Tying in nicely with the animation theme, though slightly less subtley now that I’ve pointed it out as if you wouldn’t have noticed, is the animation that Moses and I are trying to make. It’s at the scribbles on paper stage at the moment, but it’s got a script and everything. A feast for the senses.

I am very well thank you, and I hope you are well too and that also your family is well.

Yours Sincerely,

Ron xx

Surfeit of Creativity

Or is that a decifit. It depends on whether you’re looking at the intention, or the actual output. Recently my creative gland has been secreting its special endocrines into my bloodstream, giving me the urge to make things. This could be building a shelf, drawing a picture, making an animation, filming a movie, writing a computer game, painting a shelf, drawing a movie, filming a picture… any of those. All of them, in fact. That’s part of my problem: I want to do all of these things so much that I can never settle on getting started with just one.

Now you might say, “come on Nick, you’re a scientist. Get back in your labcoat and titrate this acid solution.” You are partly correct, except I forgot anything to do with Chemistry years ago. While I may be a coding fiend, I am also other kinds of fiend too. I’m a fiend of all trades.

I want to be disgustingly good at drawing. I’m currently alright at doodling, but nothing epic. These people who can whip out their sketchbook and 3B pencil and knock up a fantastically detailed drawing of a dragon grabbing burning peasants and smoking them like cigars (or whatever)… they’re amazing. I want to be that good, and I realise that this takes years of practice. So why haven’t I been practising? I don’t know. I do a bit and then move on to something else. So while I know I could get really good at something if I put in the time, I never do, and thus, nothing is created, and the world supply of commas runs out at the end of this sentence.

Making a computer game is within my abilities now, but it takes a lot of time and it was disheartening when I tried recently and came across a show-stopping bug with the engine I was using. I might try again sometime with a different engine.

The other endeavours - movie making, animation, even plain old writing - are all things that could benefit from a little practice. I don’t mean to be arrogant but I think I could make something really good if I stuck to it, and occassionally I have. Enough people have informed me that I’m an intelligent individual, so I’m quite clever, whoop de doo. That just makes me harder to please mentally (oh, the trials of being a white middle-class male. I’m such a dick!). I really want to make something that people see and think, “that’s cool”. I want to make a name for myself. Being “Nick who hasn’t made anything” or even “Nick who has a job but nothing in particular to show for it” doesn’t make me feel good. I don’t want to just get through life without rolling 3 doubles and going to jail. I want to leave stuff behind that I made. “Remember that guy, the one who made this thing?” “No.” “Ahhh, but look at it. It’s all… dusty. Brilliant.”

So my point is that I need to set myself some goals, and things to do every day. This is probably an ideal time of my life for it, as I am freelancing from home and have spare time to draw and play. Note to self: playing Zelda on the Gamecube doesn’t count.

The Making of The Bar

This article has been literally months in the making. That is, I wrote a couple of paragraphs in October and forgot about it.

If you’re in the loop (or you’ve looked round our house as prospective renters), you’ll know that one of the cool things we’ve been wasting our time on is turning our tiny spare room into a tiny bar. Think Changing Rooms vs. Pimp My Ride vs. Commando vs Terminator. Imagine that! Arnie versus himself! Of course, Chuck Norris would ultimately win. But I digress (I dye cress!). Like many things, it was a comment made in jest that went a few steps too far. We documented the demise of our good judgement and the creation of something awesome in a small space. When you see the final result, you will probably want one of your own, possibly. Guaranteed!

Inexplicably, the landlord didn’t seem to mind.

Continue reading ‘The Making of The Bar’

One day, we’ll write something…

…but until that day, we’ll continue to fill the front page with more barely-useful things. Like the Recent music widget on the left there under the photos. Isn’t that interesting? Now you know what music we listen to. And a new skin, and and uploady whatsit. It’s all a bit pointless really, should probably write some interesting content instead. This is why we caught and domesticated Sam. He knows how to write. If only we could get close enough to trim his talons…

Bloody student houses

Although none of us are students any more, Fort Awesome is technically a “student house”, which is basically shorthand for “has as many rooms converted into bedrooms as is humanly possible (including partitioning living rooms to make an extra bedroom) and has an unspoken clause in which random strangers can turn up with no notice and look at your house and even just start taking photos without permission“. I can appreciate that we were students once and we once had to look around houses, but you know, I’m not in the mood for being fair because we’ve just had to show round the eighth fucking group of people today. Yes the double beds don’t come with it, the bar doesn’t come with it, blah blah blah.

So as you might have gathered, we’re not going to be living in this house next year, if only so we can get out of the student housing system, and join the magical realm of regular houses where people don’t give themselves the right to wander in and out (for anybody in doubt, you do technically have to give notice before you come round, but there’s no point arguing with students, they just stand there looking sheepish and say something about “we’ve come all this way”, blah blah).

I was a student once. That’s why I hate you all so much.

Sweet, sweet skins

Ever in search of innovation, we’ve added a menu on the left where you can select different skins for the site, depending on whether you like a black or a white background. Have a go! Still trying to fix the menu being all fallen-down on Internet Explorer, by the way. We’re on it!!?

Tonight, we will be mostly going to Crash. Most of us are. Some of us aren’t.

That’s-a Much-a Better

Well, we had a few, got out the old pen and paper, and scribbled how the website should look. We decided to relegate stuff we write from the front page, apart from the list of recent articles on the right. Here is the News where we put stuff just generally about what we’re up to. On the left you should be able to see our recent photos on Flickr. And over the far right there ought to be some obligatory advertisements. Buy now! Or forever hold your peace.

It’s still in the process of having fonts tweaked, some links and stuff made to generally look better, so hold off on the criticism for just now, until I say go (that time didn’t count). Looking into having an alternate black-on-white version, to suit people who don’t like black backgrounds. (Check it out, I made a mockup.)

Lacking a certain “I don’t know what”

I’ve been looking at the Fort Awesome website, and pondering on what is missing. We wanted it to be a sort of portal for excellency and a place where we can put funny things, but at the moment it’s little more than a blog, and blogs are so 2005. I’ve jazzed it up a little by putting in that Flickr photo bar so that we can put up our photos (at the time of writing I’d uploaded 4 wonderful pictures of ‘Moses’ being wonderfully drunk, and grinning like a wonderful idiot).

Any ideas? I think the blog thing should have less focus, and just be a little column with headings which people can peruse. Perhaps a dedicated area for putting funny pictures and sounds that we make. What could be better!

Comments people, comments.

Nick learns Maya

This morning I installed Maya Personal Learning Edition to my computer. If you’ve seen Lord Of The Rings, or Harry Potter, or numerous other films and even games, then you’ll have seen the end result of the kind of 3D awesomeness you can do in Maya. It’s loved by moviemakers because of its stunning realism, and by game makers because it makes it so easy to work stuff into their games.

It’s all very good and very expensive. So Alias, the makers, release a free version. Yes, they really did. It’s got a few things disabled that most people won’t use and the final rendered image has a watermark over it, but basically you have the power here to build all the orcs and wizards you like (if you’re that good). I’m sure it’s very good for Alias in the long run as it gets everybody obssessed with the program so they have to buy it. I took this as the perfect opportunity to get good at 3D modelling without having to resort to piracy (or Blender; seriously, if a program doesn’t use left-click to select objects, there’s something very wrong with it!).

Usually the hardest part of starting on a 3D program is answering the questions “How do I move around? How do I make a sphere/cube/teapot? How do I move that around? Where’s me washboard?”. Fortunately the program starts up with a menu of short movies, which show you how to get going with all the basics, which was very lovely. It was fairly intuitive, and the manipulation stuff would be familiar to anyone else who has tried 3D Studio Max.

I made a face! And I can only continue to improve (I seriously hope so judging by that crappy face)

Smiley face drawn in Maya

P.S. I don’t get paid to rave about Maya, I just like it.

Maya 7 logo

Arcade Action

Yeah, you remember, don’t you? Playing those old games on an arcade machine; perhaps at the bowling multiplex, perhaps on a rainy day at Blackpool pier. Boop… boop… boom, aaand you’re dead. Another 50p in the slot, ker-chunk, 1 credit, would you like to continue, yes please I would. Repeat until pockets are empty.

Now take that experience, and remove the bit involving money, and increase the density of arcade-machine/m2. Now put it in a cricket pavilion with a bar. You are imagining what we were doing all last Saturday, because we went to the Retro Ball. Let’s not be under any illusion, it’s not that kind of ball with dinner jackets and dancing, it’s essentially a large area filled to bastardry with classic arcade machines, pinball machines, and consoles, which are all free to play all day. The best fun was found in trying out these old games you’d never heard of but were immensely fun, though it also had its fair share of classics such as Time Crisis (the one with the light-gun) and Street Fighter 2 Turbo (the one with the fighting). They even had an old computer running Lemmings.

After all this of course, we were even more into retro arcade games than before, which was quite a lot to begin with anyway. Jeff and I in particular have been raving about a game called Metal Slug (which I’ve just managed to get on my computer - a very productive day is ahead of me, proven possibly by the fact that the first half of this sentence was written about 8 hours ago).

It won’t be long before we start getting retro-style controllers like this awesome pants thing:

Dual arcade controllers
Followed by a full-blown arcade machine standing where the oven used to be, while we resort to cooking pasta in the kettle. It’s only a matter of time!

I Could Care Less

No, obviously the correct phrase is “I couldn’t care less”. Because it’s an expression of how little I care, and so my level of caring is so low that it couldn’t be any lower; hence, I couldn’t care less. It is never “I could care less” as I hear on TV, because what would that even mean? You could care less? So you do care a little bit? It sounds like a middle-of-the-road statement. I sort of care. Lame!

Jeff from Coventry writes in with another one: “It’s cheap at half the price!” Of course it fucking would be at half the price! Most things are cheap at half the price. The saying is “It’s cheap at twice the price!”, meaning that it’s so cheap that even if the price were doubled it could still be considered good value.

Get it right!