Massive Christmas Island photopost

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Everything that happened after the dangers of parking your ship next to a cliff, which I would have posted if my sites hadn’t been playing silly buggers. Everything is okay now, which means I’ll be posting about as much as I was inclined to post before.

The dangers of parking your ship next to a cliff

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If a storm rolls in unexpectedly (or just unexpectedly fast), it could get battered quite severely.

This was taken a bit earlier today by JJ who raced down with his camera as soon as my parents came back from church and informed us that the waves at the Cove were knocking the cargo ship that was in about the place. Rumour has it the storm rolled in quicker than they could move the ship or possibly one of the moorings snapped. Either way there is/was concern for the cantilever (if it breaks, we can’t load phosphate anymore til it’s fixed, and that thing would take ages to rebuild plus has been there forever).

New age, new year, not new resolutions, and photos

Happy new year everyone! gleki ninyna’anunsla if you speak lojban :)

Somehow, from somewhere, I have this 7 year old.

The Little Big Boy turned 7. He requested and got a chocolate cake which my mum made. It was very tasty. The “oldies” were commenting on how fast he turned 7. I’m trying to work out how he survived that long ;)

Christmas shenanigans and everything else

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I’m home! And damn it feels good.

Christmas shenanigans

Christmas Eve: Sprat wanted me to help wrap the last of the presents. I asked if she was sure she wanted MY help. Apparently she was. So we settled down to wrap. First thing I did was accidentally tear the wrapping paper. She then suggested I cut sticky tape as we had run out of tape dispenser tape. I cut a few strips and then broke the sticky tape.

Equal rights

Earlier today, I got an email from AllOut requesting signatures for this petition (the image from which I’ve stolen).

Last week I got this email from Getup requesting donations to get a letter by a psychologist to the government run as an ad in a couple of major newspapers.

The week before that, another email from GetUp wanting yet another marriage equality petition signed.

Insects and a gappy boy

It’s all happening. The garden is going nuts, we’re going to go through a stage of not having to buy so many veges, and we’re turning into those old people that like pottering around their gardens (though I don’t do much of any garden work as I seem to have a knack for killing plants).

This morning, as we were going around to see how the garden was going (the zuchinni is huge, all zuchinni plants have gotten bigger since the last post), when we encountered this fellow practising kung fu on a mulberry leaf:

Everybody was kung fu fighting

Good thing I’m not trying for ranking in keywords to position myself as an expert on anything, as this would drown in a search :)

I’ve been wanting to get back into training for A Very Long Time (tm), so have been poking around for a kung fu school. There’s some wing chun and other styles floating around the place, but in the end I admitted to myself that what I really wanted was Choy Lay Fut.

3d-fyn, now with eyebrows and face morphs!

I’m not convinced my colour map is working. Will have to see when I do other random renders while fixing up the weight maps and seeing if I can work out cloth dynamics on the clothes. And I think I need to darken my hair a little bit. After that all I really need to do is see if I can work out how to get my freckle constellation on my face and I’m calling me done.

The Mythical Farm of Legend

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Since I first got together with JJ, I have heard stories of the farm which has been in his family for generations (or at least, his grandparents ran it, and it’s now owned and operated by his uncles and their family). It has a name but is just referred to “The Farm”.

For the last seven years, JJ has told me he will take me to “The Farm”. For various reasons, we never quite got there.

What doing

3d-fyn wonders what in the hell is going on and what we’re getting ourselves into :)

I’m quite pleased with how my rig is turning out. Little niggly fine tuning things on the arms, but I (finally, because I iz slow) worked out that I should turn off the heading and pitch channels on the shoulder and use the collarbone to control those, and point the elbow with the shoulder’s bank channel.