Pineapple posted his first acapella song in the deep-shit channel for our listening pleasure.

It sounded pretty contemplative so I had this idea of Cinvent's Forest Fish and Pineapple's Pineapple Angel meditating to it.  Which was all well and good except Pineapple Angel looks like he's about to burst into song...or singing this one, which I guess is fitting? XD

Almost fell into old habits of not posting because I'm currently stuck in November as far as progress on stuff I was supposed to be working on (before getting massively sidetracked by the Rewrite the Stars songpic).

Now I had actually gotten a fair way further than this and was doing pretty all right when I realised two things. 

No story for this one as it would never happen because Jinn would never willingly do something so dangerous XD  (I do have a scene where he has to dive after Zara when she jumps off a building to escape from Red, but that was out of necessity)

The idea for this came about after listening to the song "Rewrite the Stars" from The Greatest Showman:

I actually wanted to animate it and ironically probably could have animated it in the ridiculous amount of time it took me to do the comicky layout and all the associatedwork...IF I'd had the models ready to go which I don't yet and that's what I'm going to be getting stuck back into.  Also need to fix up some stuff with the base models (mostly the shape of the hands and shorten slightly-too-long legs) and do the texture tests I want to do aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.

And the transitioning perspective was nightmare.  Hopefully scrolling down and only seeing it in sections will spare you my headache XD

I got to the last frame!

And then the proverbial excrement impacted the thermantidote.

Earlier, we'd finall found a house that everyone really liked, so we'd popped an offer on, put our house on the market and started making plans.  Of course, some idiot then decided they absolutely had to have it at all costs and they were able to make an unconditional offer so we were forced to withdraw by a clause in the contract which we hadn't been particularly worried about because the house had been sitting on the market for over a hundred days and we figured if anyone had been interested it would have gone by now.

I needed a day to work on a birthday present for my favourite sibling.  Prior to that, here's about where I was up to.

I fell so far off the track I'm not sure I'll be able to find it again, maybe it was a cliff I plummeted off? Who thought building a railroad through this kind of territory was a good idea?

Guess I'll just have to make yet another one.  Again.  There's probably a perfectly good plain not far away that would have made for a much easier journey too.

I honestly did not mean to go this long without producing a progblog :|

I have the excuse of being on Christmas Island, hanging with family and absolutely not enjoying the experience of working on my Surface Pro (I hate Windows) in January.

Silhouetted raunchiness, don't come in if you're a bit prudish :)

Cut this one fine again but at least I'm usually up late at this time.  When I'm in Perth I'm usually up to see in the new year, and then I stay up another hour til it's new year for Sprat.  I'm home for the holidays this year so no real need to stay up the extra hour :)

Mum, Sprat, the girl child and I saw in the new year together in an entertaining fashion, all the men in our family had piked out early XD

No story for this one, it's late and I'm old.

Hope you've all had an awesome silly season and are geared up for a great year :D

"Daddy!"

Shu'karr smiled even as the excited shrill pierced his ears when he stepped through the portal of his family apartment, dropping his gear to be able to snatch up his exuberant daughter as she barrelled into his arms in a whirl of fluff, and casually kicking the door shut behind him as he stabilised.  Coming home while Mya'le was awake was by far the highlight of his days, which were currently short given that it was winter and training was a bit more gruelling than usual due to festive season.

"You're up late," he commented, switching her into a carrying position as he scooped up his bag with his tail, transferring it to his free hand.

"We have to hang our baubles tonight Daddy," she replied matter-of-factly.

"Oh, that's right!" He hadn't forgotten of course, she had only been excitedly banging on about it since the school had started all their Christmas shenanigans.  "You and Mama got the baubles ready?"

Yeh yeh I'm late again.  Much shenanigans happened on the weekend taking 11yo, a bunch of her giggly friends and 13yo to Bounce (9yo was meant to come to but he'd sliced his toe open on Thursday by deciding it was imperative that his iPad be unlocked on the way to the car rather than in the car after he'd clipped in and thus he didn't notice the kerb I'd parked next to), and then one of the girls stayed over (which I found out was happening on the day, fortunately I'm cruisy).

Also I didn't visibly progress as much as I wanted.  As far as the work is concerned well I'd love to tell you how any times my perfectionist tendency has kicked my sorry tail to the kerb repeatedly (aka I kept redoing the thing because I wasn't happy with something or other and because of how the scales intersect it was really hard just to remove the section that was causing the problem) but I've long since lost count.