WHAT A BEAUT.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
TWIRLTASTIC
NOTICE HAND POSITIONING. AND THE CUTENESS. NO, I AM NOT AN ELDERLY WHO ADORES HER PUP. YES, I DO STILL HAVE "TEEN" IN MY AGE.
GET AT MEEE.
THE WOUND UP.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
BEHIND THE SEAMS. (EH EH GET IT?!)
COMPARE AND CONTRAST. FOR YOUR VIEWING PLEASURE.
TEXT CHATTING YOU RIGHT MEOW.
First, WE SAW A BUNNY.
Then, I SCREAMED AND SCARED IT OFF.
Finally, I proceed to march to the set scenery.
YOU JUST DON'T GET IT, DO YOU
Today (Saturday) was absurdly good. I woke up around 9 with the rest of the fam at Mom's place, wandered upstairs in my undies and found a feast of coffee and fruit that mom had whooped up. I stayed idly chatting and zoning out (you know how waking goes for me) for about twenty minutes and then threw on some shorts and my super sweet running shoes.
The bros and I then ran to Dad's house where Sampy and Mom met us, carrying a bag with a change of clothes and deodorant. Adam got nauseous about 3/4's of the way there, which is actually pretty good for him. Seth and I raced the last block and I took off like a bat out of hell and it felt great.
The rest of the day you heard about via phone and a deluge of pictures. I smoked a pipe with Adam and Dad, had Sangria with everyone, and then ate an enormous burger. The ensuing food/drug coma nearly knocked me out, but after chatting with you I rallied. I got the rest of the crew to go to the 6:45 Men in Black movie... at 6:46.
The movie was pretty fun, though the acting was aggravatingly stale. It did have one of the most thought provoking twists I've seen in a series in a long, long time. If you recall (SPOILEEEERRRSS), K is the old dude and J is Will Smith. In this film you find out that J's father, who he bashes and gets admonished for bashing at the beginning of the film, was a general in the army and was at the first moon-rocket launch in 1969. He died protecting K when J was a toddler. K has since been protecting J so that J could go back in time this year to that particular moment and give K the extra help needed (a much younger K) to save the planet.
It deepens the rest of the movies by sharpening the motive of K. He's not just into blowing up aliens, blah blah blah, he's actually been consciously guarding this guy for his entire career. I don't know if there are any tie-ins to this plot line in the previous movies, but it was a tremendously strong break from the prior, meh acting going on.
Also the creatures were friggin cool (as per usual).
After the movie we went back to pops' and hung out for a little bit before everyone started drifting into sleep mode. Kev and I had a nice chat about his book (which I've actually been reading) and I read another chunk of it tonight with more fervor after he mentioned a particular chapter's importance, regarding my own role in his life. It was interesting to come home and read Kev's words describing his time as a part-time parent who, really, always fantasized about being a full, real parent, and the moment when he realized that he identified most with me, as a youngest in a prodigious household.
Interesting indeed.
After that, Seth and I chugged along on some game design decisions for Slugs Don't Belong in Space, the game we're going to crank out in the next 3 weeks. I then got to drawing some slug characters.
I think the final iteration is pretty fun and iconic. We're approaching it in similar game-jam shoot-from-the-hip fashion, where we create willy nilly and whatever sticks sticks and only gets polished if it must be, at the end.
We decided that the slug you play as will vomit forth the projectiles you're shooting at enemies, and the projectile type will depend on your chair (probably 5ish guns total, like shotgun, machinegun, etc). The traps he puts down will actually be other, living slugs that do crazy things, and they will be fired from a huge cannon barrel placed atop the back of the ship that you are defending.
Also your enemy is A King of Some Space Demons. Not The King of The Space Demons. It's a crucial difference.
I made a comment to seth about how I still have a hard time getting really into the game when I work with him, because I don't feel particularly useful. The dude can, legitimately, program and do the art and the animation and sound and music required for any game we'd make together. The result is that working with him feels a little funny, because it lends the feeling that, were I not there, it wouldn't particularly matter.
He said "that's dumb." and that was about it, which is true.
"Together we build better games faster. And it's more fun. That's that."
Some nice words for my back pocket. And also a reminder that overthinking is, to borrow words, dumb.
KAY I LOVE YOU I AM TIRED KBAI <3
ps the title is from something seth found on the internet, and a line we're going to have to include in Space is No Place For Slugs
The bros and I then ran to Dad's house where Sampy and Mom met us, carrying a bag with a change of clothes and deodorant. Adam got nauseous about 3/4's of the way there, which is actually pretty good for him. Seth and I raced the last block and I took off like a bat out of hell and it felt great.
The rest of the day you heard about via phone and a deluge of pictures. I smoked a pipe with Adam and Dad, had Sangria with everyone, and then ate an enormous burger. The ensuing food/drug coma nearly knocked me out, but after chatting with you I rallied. I got the rest of the crew to go to the 6:45 Men in Black movie... at 6:46.
The movie was pretty fun, though the acting was aggravatingly stale. It did have one of the most thought provoking twists I've seen in a series in a long, long time. If you recall (SPOILEEEERRRSS), K is the old dude and J is Will Smith. In this film you find out that J's father, who he bashes and gets admonished for bashing at the beginning of the film, was a general in the army and was at the first moon-rocket launch in 1969. He died protecting K when J was a toddler. K has since been protecting J so that J could go back in time this year to that particular moment and give K the extra help needed (a much younger K) to save the planet.
It deepens the rest of the movies by sharpening the motive of K. He's not just into blowing up aliens, blah blah blah, he's actually been consciously guarding this guy for his entire career. I don't know if there are any tie-ins to this plot line in the previous movies, but it was a tremendously strong break from the prior, meh acting going on.
Also the creatures were friggin cool (as per usual).
After the movie we went back to pops' and hung out for a little bit before everyone started drifting into sleep mode. Kev and I had a nice chat about his book (which I've actually been reading) and I read another chunk of it tonight with more fervor after he mentioned a particular chapter's importance, regarding my own role in his life. It was interesting to come home and read Kev's words describing his time as a part-time parent who, really, always fantasized about being a full, real parent, and the moment when he realized that he identified most with me, as a youngest in a prodigious household.
Interesting indeed.
After that, Seth and I chugged along on some game design decisions for Slugs Don't Belong in Space, the game we're going to crank out in the next 3 weeks. I then got to drawing some slug characters.
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| Mustaches enhance EVERYTHING. |
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| The first take on the main character (who's colors are customizable, of course) |
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| Him looking unimpressed in his awesome jet chair (which is not yet fancied up to my standards) |
I think the final iteration is pretty fun and iconic. We're approaching it in similar game-jam shoot-from-the-hip fashion, where we create willy nilly and whatever sticks sticks and only gets polished if it must be, at the end.
We decided that the slug you play as will vomit forth the projectiles you're shooting at enemies, and the projectile type will depend on your chair (probably 5ish guns total, like shotgun, machinegun, etc). The traps he puts down will actually be other, living slugs that do crazy things, and they will be fired from a huge cannon barrel placed atop the back of the ship that you are defending.
Also your enemy is A King of Some Space Demons. Not The King of The Space Demons. It's a crucial difference.
I made a comment to seth about how I still have a hard time getting really into the game when I work with him, because I don't feel particularly useful. The dude can, legitimately, program and do the art and the animation and sound and music required for any game we'd make together. The result is that working with him feels a little funny, because it lends the feeling that, were I not there, it wouldn't particularly matter.
He said "that's dumb." and that was about it, which is true.
"Together we build better games faster. And it's more fun. That's that."
Some nice words for my back pocket. And also a reminder that overthinking is, to borrow words, dumb.
KAY I LOVE YOU I AM TIRED KBAI <3
ps the title is from something seth found on the internet, and a line we're going to have to include in Space is No Place For Slugs
Thursday, May 24, 2012
INCEPTION.
OH HAI ^^
My obsession with blogging has taken over. Full blown. Basically spent all morning and now into the afternoon playing around with blogging and picture taking and fun.
ANYWAYS. Here's a montage of some comforts slash luxuries of home. You'll get to experience them in a month. YAY.
The food cave needs its own montage:
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| delish egg custard |
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| three dozen organic eggs. BAHA. |
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| what is shown: peaches, mangos, grapes, apples |
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| what is shown continued: lemons, oranges what is NOT shown: bananas |
In the midst of blogging:
Sleepy:
Hide&seek for you: can you find the left over green beans (actually made by the infamous Wendy) and the organic lemonades and the eaten egg custard container??
Much love and mwahs,
foxy
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