Inanimated
May. 11th, 2003 01:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caraigWell, didn't get to animate last night after all. I've run into some issues with the shading and lighting in the scene -- where'd my blasted environment fog go, that's what I'd like to know! It was there earlier last night. And then the f-stop values on the cameras -- they're what controls how much light goes into the aperture of the camera. I don't know what happened, but they got all SCRUBAR on me. Ah, well, I'll troop into school tonight to fx them. There wasn't time to drop the scene file into a .zip file and take it home with me.
This currently ranks as 'Most Amazing Thing' for this week. It makes me worried that it will do nothing to wean us off of a hydrocarbon fossil-fuel economy, but it'll be something to do with all the agro and bio waste we produce. Careful, though, there's a couple of pictures in the article that are a bit stomach-turning (like the one they slap at the top of the page; 200 tons of agro waste from the Butterball turkey processing plant, yeechh!)
Dreams. Right. Well, I mentioned yesterday about dreams, and how I expected them to get wierd. First, something you should know: when I stress, I sleep. I mean, I totally saw logs. A one-hour nap can turn into a three- or four-hour one. I had set my alarm for 9AM this morning, and when it went off I whacked it and went back to sleep for three more hours. I usually have no problem waking up for classes, it's when I have nothing important going on that my body decides to take some time off.
Anyway, on to the dreams. As predicted, there were some animation-related wierdness. A bunch of us were stressing out over our storyboards for our final projects. At that point, it proceded to get oddball as we started running around Communist Russia running from commissars who really weren't after us though that was probably a good thing since we thought they were, to put it mildly, annoyed that we'd somehow shot one of them. (No, I'm not really sure how Soviet Russia got into this. Last I checked, I wasn't animating anything in Russian, using Russian characters, nor even using Soviet-era music. Unless it was the rash of 'In Soviet Russia" jokes that occasionally hit Fark and Slashdot and seep out into the net -- you know, that old Yakov Smirnoff routine: "In Soviet Russia, environment fog renders YOU!") Anyway, at some pont there was a dream-sequence involving that lady in question from school, and thogh it was a little uncomfortable -- I mean, I only pined after her for six-plus months without having the nerve to say anything -- I did manage to say something, something more than 'hi' and we possibly could have had more of a conversation if something hadn't come up right when I was going to suggest going for coffee/cocoa or something and I had to run off and then came back later trying to pick up where we left off but of course she was nowhere to be found.... Then I oke up and realzied that it wasn't a dream and I was back at Square Zero.
What's it called when you hae a dream that's not a nightmare but you still feel miserable when you wake up?
Anyway, that pretty much explains the 'indescribable' mood. Today is a busy day; in four hours I run off to school again, but first I need to do the dishes, do some cleaning, and probably do some grocery shopping as well. Despite the rather rotten mood I woke up in, I'm rather eager to get to work on the project again and not merely to get it done, but rather to get it to look good.
This currently ranks as 'Most Amazing Thing' for this week. It makes me worried that it will do nothing to wean us off of a hydrocarbon fossil-fuel economy, but it'll be something to do with all the agro and bio waste we produce. Careful, though, there's a couple of pictures in the article that are a bit stomach-turning (like the one they slap at the top of the page; 200 tons of agro waste from the Butterball turkey processing plant, yeechh!)
Dreams. Right. Well, I mentioned yesterday about dreams, and how I expected them to get wierd. First, something you should know: when I stress, I sleep. I mean, I totally saw logs. A one-hour nap can turn into a three- or four-hour one. I had set my alarm for 9AM this morning, and when it went off I whacked it and went back to sleep for three more hours. I usually have no problem waking up for classes, it's when I have nothing important going on that my body decides to take some time off.
Anyway, on to the dreams. As predicted, there were some animation-related wierdness. A bunch of us were stressing out over our storyboards for our final projects. At that point, it proceded to get oddball as we started running around Communist Russia running from commissars who really weren't after us though that was probably a good thing since we thought they were, to put it mildly, annoyed that we'd somehow shot one of them. (No, I'm not really sure how Soviet Russia got into this. Last I checked, I wasn't animating anything in Russian, using Russian characters, nor even using Soviet-era music. Unless it was the rash of 'In Soviet Russia" jokes that occasionally hit Fark and Slashdot and seep out into the net -- you know, that old Yakov Smirnoff routine: "In Soviet Russia, environment fog renders YOU!") Anyway, at some pont there was a dream-sequence involving that lady in question from school, and thogh it was a little uncomfortable -- I mean, I only pined after her for six-plus months without having the nerve to say anything -- I did manage to say something, something more than 'hi' and we possibly could have had more of a conversation if something hadn't come up right when I was going to suggest going for coffee/cocoa or something and I had to run off and then came back later trying to pick up where we left off but of course she was nowhere to be found.... Then I oke up and realzied that it wasn't a dream and I was back at Square Zero.
What's it called when you hae a dream that's not a nightmare but you still feel miserable when you wake up?
Anyway, that pretty much explains the 'indescribable' mood. Today is a busy day; in four hours I run off to school again, but first I need to do the dishes, do some cleaning, and probably do some grocery shopping as well. Despite the rather rotten mood I woke up in, I'm rather eager to get to work on the project again and not merely to get it done, but rather to get it to look good.
