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It would seem my blog went and broke itself in my absence. Or, possibly, there is no blog and it is only myself that is broken… In all cases the layout isn’t centered as it ought to be anymore. Please bear with it until I get around to fixing it sometime soon. Possibly.
SOON THEREAFTER: Well, that was surprisingly easy.
Bless me Internet-Deity, for I have sinned: It has been 25 days since my last posting to my blog… In the hopes of appeasing you I come bearing gifts in the form of a drawing of a goth girl.
This is not a goth girl
So, here is a fun little thing to tell you while my particles are caching. I was watching a video on YouTube about “New Techniques for Acquiring, Rendering, and Displaying Human Performances”, because I am that kind of geek, and when I was done I figured I would take a look at what else the Google Tech Talk channel had to offer. So I click the link, see nothing particular interesting and then go on to click the link to the most popular videos. Lo and behold a video called “Sex on the Internet” was first on the list.
By a margin of 1,433,861 views against 136,161 for the second runner up.
Now, I am not sure why I am surprised. It is possible that I just figured that a Tech Talk channel would be boring enough to be safe. In hindsight, I think that is probably missing the whole point.
I don’t know if my 3ds Max upbringing has spoiled me but I have always harboured the belief that making a wireframe render should be as simple as ticking a box marked “Wireframe” and then pressing render.
Maya, however, disagrees with me. She believes that that would be to easy. “If you could just click a button, you wouldn’t really think about what kind of wireframe you really wanted,” she seems to say to me. “I mean,” she continues, “maybe you just wanted a simple wireframe render, but what if you wanted a wireframe with a thickness? Or one that was a bit wiggly? Or one that turns slightly red based on the distance to the nearest torus-shaped object?”
When I tell her “but honestly, I just wanted a simple wireframe render,” she pauses for a bit before turning away from me, quietly sobbing.
I then boot up Firefox.
That’s right. Morpheus is now a CSI in Las Vegas. I did not see that comming. I am happy about it though. With Grissom leaving they need some serious gravitas to fill the hole left behind and Fishburne might just pull it off. It will never be the same show again without Grissom but it might just turn out to be another show that is just as good. Time will tell.
As always happens when parents get a break from work and go home to spend some quality time with their consoles or various other gaming machines of choice, it is inevitably the children that suffers.
Or to put it another way: Sorry for not posting. I was playing Valkyria Chronicles.
PlayStation Home launched today (yes, i know. Officially it was yesterday but I logged on at 23.00 and it still wasn’t there which means that in reality, it launched today) and I had a little look around. I have to say, there were times when I sat with my jaw on the floor. Mostly, those times were when looking through the shops. 8$ for a brand new virtual not-actually-real-at-all-house? 1$ for an ditto origami dog!? That’s just crazy.
It makes me a little sad, actually. Home seemed so promising. Another place where I could satisfy my need to customize stuff and make female avatars! But, as it is, Home just feels to much like an elaborate 3d attempt at making you spend money on nothing.
Speaking of female avatars, I also got hit on two times in the 10 minutes that I was idleing in Town Square. I mean, all right, my avatar is hot, but seriously people! Are you really that desperate?
Later Addition: Penny Arcade has a good summary of how I feel about Home, only better written and with pictures.
It’s been a little over 3 years since the last time I wrote the words Pink, Fluffy and Dinosaurs in the same post here on my blog and I feel it is about time that I do it again. So here you have it:
Pink Fluffy Dinosaurs
Hey, it’s my blog. I can do whatever I want.
So, I try to import at sound into Maya and I get the error “cannot fine file” and I think, “that’s weird. I can and I just told you where it is…”
So I look around a bit on the Internets and find nothing that solves my immediate problem. The closest is someone who solved his problem by changing the format of the file. Possibly because I have used computers for so long my first reaction to this seemingly useless piece of information was “hey, maybe that’s why Maya is telling my that it cannot find the file”.
So I poked around a bit and just look and lo and behold and see what we have here, the file suddenly works.
So therefore: thank you Maya. Thank you for that very helpful error message you gave me. I don’t know what I would have done without it.
Games have come a long way in portraying and simulating reality since those early days with pong, but they are not quite there yet.
I was running around in Fallout and came upon this Raider hideout. They started shooting at me, as Raiders tend to do (I have no idea why. I mean, my character looks totally cute and has pink hair and everything.), so I shot back and killed them all. Except one, who was apparently tending the bar and wanted to do business with me.
The first sign of trouble was when he continued to stress that I should keep quiet so the others didn’t find out, in spite of the fact that I had just blown up two raiders with a grenade not 3 feet in front of him. I then proceeded to take everything on the two dead raiders and sold it to him without him seemingly finding anything wrong with this. I, on the other hand, went “hmmm” and then promptly stripped the entire room of everything not nailed down, including everything in his bar, and sold that to him also. He didn’t seem to have any problem with this either, as far as I could tell. Thus, I did the only logical thing I could think of at this point, which was, of course, to comb the rest of the complex for worthless junk and then sell him that also.
Fun times.
I wonder what he is going to do with all that stuff, half of which was probably his own to begin with, now that all his friends are dead.