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Well, THIS was a royal how-do. Don't ask me what that means, I'd rather it just be a sign of the Apocalypse and be done with it.
I trudge into school at 1AM. In order to do this in the minimum amount of time without blowing away all the free space I have on my assigned network drive, I copy the scene file and cloth cache file locally to six computers. (At this point I have an inkling that I forgot something, but I think I have everything covered.) Start to render my uber-gorgeous, raytraced, 8-minutes-per-frame magnum opus. Lab monitor puts in movies -- is fine, since I've nothing better to do with my time while computers render away happily. I SUFFER through the painful horror that is Rat Race. I endure the totally disturbing and warped (yet really, as I think to myself in the part of my mind that isn't scared witless, quite well-done) The Ring. Watch Minority Report (the "Love Conquers All" version, you Brazil and Philip K. Dick fans know of what I speak) for the second time. Half-ignore the first third of Universal Soldier.
The time now is 0745. I have rendered a total of approximately 200 frames over the course of 7 hours. My first machine has finished rendering. I drop the frames onto my network drive, then on a whim decide to have a look at them and see how they're coming out. And as they should, they rock my socks off. The textures are clean, the marble looks like marble, the wood looks like wood, the scene looks big and will look even bigger when I add fog in post-production using the really pretty nifty and, if not ingenious, then innovative use of the Z-(depth-)channel embedded in the rendered image. I Rule. This is--
Wait, what's that big black blank area where I should have my OH GOD MY BOOK TEXTURE!
I'd forgotten to copy my textures to the local computers. Which means that there are no books on the shelves, and when the character finally comes on-screen by about frame 200 she'll have no face, either.
I take stock of the situation, nod, erase the 200+ frames, shut down all six computers, pack up the TiBook, and head home where I sleep from 8AM to 1PM.
Well, I'm not totally cool with this, in fact I'm really rather irritated and put-off with my own foolishness. If I wanted to, I could blow up this irritation into a full-blown screaming fit against myself and the universe and link this to all the regret and frustration I've felt since, oh, about six or seven months ago. But I'm not. I'm really amazingly bland about this, like I'm on cosmic catnip or something. I think the important thing is that I have a plan here on what to do next and I know what to do next time. Yeah, I'm never gonna get those seven hours back, those 200 frames were a HUGE investment of time, and it was my own damn fault, but... well, what can you do? I still feel like the motto of my life seems to be 'Just Shoot Me' but right now there's really nothing to be done, so... meh. I'll just leave it as is for the time being.
Except lunch and then some chores, like laundry and dishes. Maybe go to the grocery store again, I forgot to pick up cold cuts and cheese yesterday.
Anyway... 'irritated,' yeah. 'Raging and screaming against this mad bloody world,' nah, not this time.
I trudge into school at 1AM. In order to do this in the minimum amount of time without blowing away all the free space I have on my assigned network drive, I copy the scene file and cloth cache file locally to six computers. (At this point I have an inkling that I forgot something, but I think I have everything covered.) Start to render my uber-gorgeous, raytraced, 8-minutes-per-frame magnum opus. Lab monitor puts in movies -- is fine, since I've nothing better to do with my time while computers render away happily. I SUFFER through the painful horror that is Rat Race. I endure the totally disturbing and warped (yet really, as I think to myself in the part of my mind that isn't scared witless, quite well-done) The Ring. Watch Minority Report (the "Love Conquers All" version, you Brazil and Philip K. Dick fans know of what I speak) for the second time. Half-ignore the first third of Universal Soldier.
The time now is 0745. I have rendered a total of approximately 200 frames over the course of 7 hours. My first machine has finished rendering. I drop the frames onto my network drive, then on a whim decide to have a look at them and see how they're coming out. And as they should, they rock my socks off. The textures are clean, the marble looks like marble, the wood looks like wood, the scene looks big and will look even bigger when I add fog in post-production using the really pretty nifty and, if not ingenious, then innovative use of the Z-(depth-)channel embedded in the rendered image. I Rule. This is--
Wait, what's that big black blank area where I should have my OH GOD MY BOOK TEXTURE!
I'd forgotten to copy my textures to the local computers. Which means that there are no books on the shelves, and when the character finally comes on-screen by about frame 200 she'll have no face, either.
I take stock of the situation, nod, erase the 200+ frames, shut down all six computers, pack up the TiBook, and head home where I sleep from 8AM to 1PM.
Well, I'm not totally cool with this, in fact I'm really rather irritated and put-off with my own foolishness. If I wanted to, I could blow up this irritation into a full-blown screaming fit against myself and the universe and link this to all the regret and frustration I've felt since, oh, about six or seven months ago. But I'm not. I'm really amazingly bland about this, like I'm on cosmic catnip or something. I think the important thing is that I have a plan here on what to do next and I know what to do next time. Yeah, I'm never gonna get those seven hours back, those 200 frames were a HUGE investment of time, and it was my own damn fault, but... well, what can you do? I still feel like the motto of my life seems to be 'Just Shoot Me' but right now there's really nothing to be done, so... meh. I'll just leave it as is for the time being.
Except lunch and then some chores, like laundry and dishes. Maybe go to the grocery store again, I forgot to pick up cold cuts and cheese yesterday.
Anyway... 'irritated,' yeah. 'Raging and screaming against this mad bloody world,' nah, not this time.
