It's time to return to my Halo: Raptor chores. This didn't stop me from doing the initial rough measurements of the Project: Hail Mary ship.
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| Overall Length: 136m |
It's time to return to my Halo: Raptor chores. This didn't stop me from doing the initial rough measurements of the Project: Hail Mary ship.
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| Overall Length: 136m |
I'm officially out of time for my personal project. It was fun. There's a lot more I should be doing, but I need to get back to the "job".
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| Tall renders are so rare |
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Happy Easter, peeps!
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| Test lamp down at the base...just not enough light down there. |
Weird holiday that requires some serious mental gymnastics to transmute into a "celebration". Chocolate does so much heavy lifting!
I still feel very rough, maybe not quite as rough. It's now nearly a week since I did my regular resistance training and walking. I feel a bit "fallow", but I need to start pushing myself, even if I don't feel good.
Clara is on a late shift, so I need to get some groceries to feed the boys tonight.
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| That water is looking good. It's from the Sanctus Library |
In this hellish, wartorn timeline, it's very gratifying to have a brief moment where we remember that there is competence, dedication and a striving for something bigger. Manned space exploration no longer lands the same way as it did when I was Leo's age. This isn't a battle of ideology because is the Trump administration really any different from the CCP? Granted, they have replaced the huge bureaucratic party system with a gold-plated ballroom, but it's not East vs West, Totalitarianism vs Freedom. Watching NASA people sweat details was the competence porn I so very much needed. I hope their missions succeed, and watching this stuff together might pull some people out of the Trump stupor.
Blender
Lurgi and gum pain diminished, but not gone. What a waste of a week. Well, almost. My dystopian apartment block continues to rise.
Shell game
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| working on improving the materials a but |
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| A giant pool of water at the bottom. |
It seems like I wasn't supposed to have porridge this morning, but I really fancied some. I have it about once a week. It takes a lot longer to prepare than my usual breakfast of Greek yoghurt with blueberries and nuts. I still feel very low, and a nice warm bowl of porridge would just hit the spot. My gum pain has subsided, possibly to make room for a very sore back. My cold has got to my chest, causing me to rasp. My unwellness has worsened. Bleh! So, I wanted my porridge.
First, the digital scales are mysteriously broken. Delving into the mystery, I might have recently set a heavy pan on top of it, which could have caused the LCD to break. I can be breathtakingly clumsy. Mr Bean without the laughs.
So, how do you measure 50g of rolled oats? I managed to find a conversion for measuring in cups. Then, after not finding any measuring cups, I found a conversion for tablespoons. So far, so good. Except I think I messed up the measure of milk, which I modified to include some of my yoghurt, for its fat content. I needed more fluid as the oats were getting too hot. I gave the pan a quick nudge to move the contents around, but nothing was stuck together, so globs of milk and porridge went onto the hob. Some must have worked its way into a dial's recess, which causes the sparker for lighting the hob to continuously fire...on...and..on...and...on
So now, twenty minutes after finishing my porridge — which was perfect, at least I got that — there is a clicking sound coming from the kitchen, with a one-second interval. Why did I get out of bed? That was actually the back pain! If it wasn't for my sore lower back, I would have just stayed in bed all day. Meh.
Yesterday
While some might spend their sick time watching comforting TV shows or YouTube cat videos, I elected to start building a dystopic prison-style apartment complex.
I officially have a mild case of the dreaded lurgi. My throat burns with a mysterious fire, and my head is full of cotton wool. I feel like I need my batteries changing. The gum pain is present, but is currently only contributing to the chorus line of my momentary lived experience. Meh!
Today will not see any profound contributions in any field. Yesterday I spent three hours mopping a staircase and wiping grime off the walls of a corridor. That was worthy, that felt like a worthy contribution. I came home and then did an hour of housework. That also felt worthy, but I also felt proper-tired. By dinner, I was at a very low ebb, and it was then that I realised that I was actually poorly.
So about today...
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| Detailed References are limited. When, see Rocky streaming, question! |
Firstly, Project: Hail Mary is an absolute triumph of an adaptation. It manages to fly along with just the right amount of exposition -- enough to tell you exactly what is going on without the deep-diving of the book. I loved all those deep dives, but in the cinematic world of show-don't-tell, it has to go. I understand that the first cut of the film was about four hours long, so it seems like the heavy lifting of adaptation was all done in the editing suite. Bravo!
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| Lower-level foothill tiles |
A bad night's sleep and gum pain have given the start of the Easter break a bit of a sour flavour. Still, I've been quite productive after a walk into the city centre mid-morning. Cold and a bit rainy, but pleasing to the spirit.
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| Not from today, but this is the same route -- home is located near the high-rise buildings in the distance. |
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| An 8-instance tile-set. Each spun to hide the fact that it's the same section of terrain being repeated. |
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| It's flexible and (if you instance correctly) should be pretty efficient. |
Geoscatter is finally compatible with Blender 5.1. Better late than never, Geoscatter! :-)
This is great news! Although I have happily chugged along with 5.0.1, and will do so for Sparrow Film work -- because it's our production version. That said, you need to keep up with changes and improvements, so I try to work on the latest for my own work, unless there's a specific roadblock.
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| That theory appears to hold up! |
I did an early run this morning. I was at the Morrisons supermarket at Hillsborough for its opening at 7am. I felt great, although I had to walk back to avoid damaging the stuff I'd bought, which included some glass cooking oil bottles. I felt great at 8, fine at 9, but by the time I was half an hour into my shift at 2, I felt like...a nap.
Lesson: Don't go for the first run in months/years and not expect some serious energy-level troughs through the rest of the day.
I was happier with the direction my terrain tests were taking, but not quite there yet. I will do another final test tomorrow, keeping the rises to a minimum and making the canyon channels a bit deeper and longer. The latest idea is to create a repeatable plate that can be instanced a few times to give the impression of a super-detailed area.
The terrain that I last rejected was still quite cool, so I had some fun dressing it.
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| High contrast, big rabbit |
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| Foggy drama with bunting |
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| Bunting for the bunny god! |
Today is the first anniversary of my part-time job. How the time has whizzed by with sickening speed. Time does that, these days. It never drags, it always stacks up air miles.
I'll treat my work colleagues to some sweet things.
Time to have another go at the big broken terrain. Getting Canyons to look right has been tricky. I'm clearly not applying terrain deformation/erosion in a way that sells the realism. It's time to fall back on good references.
It's time to return to my Halo: Raptor chores. This didn't stop me from doing the initial rough measurements of the Project: Hail M...