Little Green Buddy

So my Maya 3D modeling and animation instructor is back after both illness and being unexpectedly trapped in Europe by the volcano, so I have some schoolwork waiting to be completed. However, that hasn’t stopped me from continuing to keep filling spare moments with 2D hand animation. This one, “Little Green Buddy” for lack of a real title, was actually just drawn over top of an inflatable toy boxing glove (basically a small beach ball) being tossed.

Edit: Caitlin just pointed out to me that you can see the blue/red glove in a couple of the frames (I didn’t bother editing it out, but it would be easy to do so in Photoshop), once falling behind her since in real life it didn’t chomp her on the head, and then later behind her on the ground.

It’s a lot of fun starting to build up a portfolio in animation, and learning new skills has been exhilarating. However, there are aspects of my condition/disease/whatever that make even the small (about a hundred frames) animation above a monumental struggle that’s frustrating in ways that I find very hard to confront. Thankfully at least the weather has been decent, but it’s starting to get quite hot, stepping solidly into summer after a strange and mostly nonexistent winter (with what, a total of less than five days with snow on the ground). Today we had the last of April’s showers, and hot rain came down on us in brief bursts that ignored the mugginess and refreshed us instead. This will soon become a stifling humid heat though so I’ve got to get on having the A/C in this place repaired (recharged) before we’re too far into that torture.

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Speaking of repair, as you can see I finally got my Saab back after a month of a motley assortment of repairs, the leaky gas tank being the last to get checked off the list. I don’t think any of it was particularly difficult or time-consuming (especially given that the front clip of the car was removed, as was the tiny little engine — it really is hilariously miniature), but because forty year old limited-run cars from Sweden can take some time to get parts for… It took me a minute (and one embarrassing stall) to get used to the new and improved clutch — and wow, is this ever different from driving Caitlin’s car, probably as “opposite” as it could be — but it was a real pleasure to be behind the wheel again.

And now begins the other good part of my day, as I watch the Ultimate Fighter and eat pie. I got a small half price cherry pie, and I hope that the gluttony guilt of eating the whole thing is minimized by the “best before May 5″ sticker. That makes eating it all the law, right?

Right!

The Magic Window

Other than Nefarious’s birthday party (the one with her school friends, not the family one that we had on her actual birthday), I’m not sure what else the weekend contains. Nefarious wants me to take her to see Furry Vengeance, a movie in which comical animals (as live-action “actors”) beat up on Brendan Frasier to stop a building development — she’s been dying to see it since seeing the trailer, but I think I’ll wait until a weekday. Going after school is actually much nicer because the theatre isn’t over-flowing. I think I’m more inclined to go eat ice cream at the park, maybe bring my Kindle along and read for a while.

Anyway, animation time. As always, this was made in the free/open-source/shareware simple 2D animation tool Pencil (also using this tool for video to image series, and this tool for image sequence to video conversions, both free again). Music is by Dick Dale and the Del-Tones (Those Memories of You, which adds a layer of unintended but not unappreciated sentimentality).

Oh, moderators…

As you may remember, I have sort of a love/hate relationship with BoingBoing, that’s currently more on the “hate” end of the spectrum since they booted me off for saying negative things about the Muslim treatment of women in regards to the “beautiful cultural ritual” of forcing them to cover up. Anyway, there’s a funny conversation going on about Rob Cockerham’s Costco prank to see who’s got a bigger stick up their butt, the staff of BoingBoing or the forum commentors thereof. You may be surprised to hear that today it’s the commentors that seem to be winning.

Anyway, it’s been my observation that BoingBoing is far more guilty of disturbing Big Brother-esque editing and deleting comments in order to push their agenda, abusing their power (and the trust that the public still has for them, even if it declines daily) to manipulate perceived reality (which is ironic given their claimed plotics) — and that ignores the whole issue of “publicly shaming” those they disagree with by “disemvowelling” their posts — than the various organizations that they accuse of committing similar Internet Age sins. Holy glass houses! Anyway, as I pressed reload on this page to look at new comments, I was also watching comments appear and disappear as the moderators abused their power. This has happened too many times to mention, which is not just a sad comment on my Internet addiction, but also on Catholic-clergy-style falls from grace. Some day I really need to get around to writing a bot that monitors BoingBoing for this sort of thing and put together an animation of said abuse… it really would be quite a hilarious way of showing their betrayal of their readers.

Update: The entry ended up having its comment form removed, blocking further free conversation from happening, so in this case they decided to quash conversation completely.

351 Mach 1 (Early) Birthday Greetings

I can not wait to surprise her in an hour or so with a present that I’ve been dying to reveal! If anyone calls and spoils the surprise I am so murdering them, and big-time fingers crossed that she likes it and doesn’t get mad at me for going overboard… But I really love her madly and want to get her something grand that both suits her and shows her I think the whole exciting world of her!

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(Edit: This gift is a long time coming!)

Comedic Kicks

So I’m asking Caitlin how she made the sauce in today’s supper (a Greek-ish oven pan sort of half way between lasagna, and backed mac’n'cheese), and she says, “butter, flour, cheese,” and then a small but bold voice at the end of the table eagerly asks…

“You picked flowers today?”

Then some snickering.

Then later I mention that the mother of a friend of Nefarious’s was a Unitarian minister and they were telling me about a friend of theirs is going to be Canada’s first major-denomination ordained transsexual minister, and Nefarious, as if she’s been waiting to say it for weeks, pipes up…

“A minister at the Ministry of Magic?”

And more snickering.

As you can see, punny interjections are her latest joke discovery, which is appropriate, because last time we had Chinese delivery her fortune cookie told her that everyone enjoyed her sense of humor… and that’s definitely true. Luckily I have a guilty pleasure for silly kids jokes. Also in that department of her brain, I think that explains this arrangement of her Barbie dolls that I stumbled upon tonight, which were all set up like this in the hope that they would embarrass me.

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Other than that, one of the electronics projects that we built today was a tone generator where the frequency was determined by how well a current was conducted, the better the transmission the lower the pitch. When the current moved through my body, it was very high pitched and constantly changing, whining and sirening through space-war type sounds. Through Nefarious’s body on the other hand, the pitch was a perfectly consistent low hum that she could barely change if she tried. I don’t know if this was due to my size or my skin conductivity due to thickness or dryness, or what, but it was quite amazing how different we were… I think some time I want to rebuild this project and try it out on a wider range of people. I know that my muscles don’t transmit electrical signals properly, but I assume that side-effect has no effect on this circuit.

Tomorrow — I’m 99% sure anyway — I finally pick my Saab Sonnet III up from having its clutch replaced. While it was apart (and it was totally in pieces, with the super-cute diminutive engine out and the front clip removed) there were also some minor performance upgrades made to the car, so I’m quite looking forward to having it back and seeing how it drives! As nice as it has been to be puttering about in a super-efficient and inexpensive borrowed station wagon, I don’t have the same joy driving it as I do a car where I feel like there’s a personality that I can relate to.