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.

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.

[minor pseudonymising edits during Drupal to hugo migration for all the good that will do now] 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.

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.

Here was supposed to be yet another whingepost about how I’m doing everything wrong and there is now nothing that I “can” drop. So I’m going to see if I can somehow write myself into doing “it” right. The computer room is a f***ing mess There is more crap than there should be on the desk. Most of it is paper that needs to be filed or recycled, and I have just been too damn lazy to process them into the appropriate location.

Last night’s bizarro dream is probably going to prompt interpretations of changing points of view or something to that effect. It was my first thought when I finally managed to peel my eyes open this morning. I was in what appears to be my room at Crazy Dog House (big room, always same layout, sometimes differently decorated, though the bed appears built in or extremely heavy as it doesn’t appear to move or change), I found some old contacts (which I have never owned never mind seen before) in crazy colours. I got it into my head to try them on.

[minor pseudonymising edits during Drupal to hugo migration for all the good that will do now] I just haven’t been writing about it. Last week, 6yo drew a picture of Venom from Spiderman with black whiteboard marker on paper, including sounding out the name and checking with JJ after writing it out. This week just gone has been crazy.

I hang around on LinkedIN. With Google+ in its invite-only “field trial” stage and people writing blog posts raving about it, LI’s Questions have been inundated (or maybe people just aren’t reading before posting, how unusual) with “Is Google+ a Facebook killer?” style questions. Same question all over teh interwebz by anyone who cares to write a blog post about it. Other similar ones that pop up are “Is [this shiny new Blackberry|Android thing] an iPhone killer”?

[minor pseudonymising edits during Drupal to hugo migration for all the good that will do now] The vege garden was a freaking mess. I noticed it when we arrived at the house. We hadn’t needed the excessive driveway down the side so had converted it into a slightly wider than driveway half acre long vege strip. And there were weeds and elephant ear ferns growing all through it. I informed JJ that I was going to get rid of the weeds. I intended my gloves into existance (I didn’t go get them, they just appeared in my hands and I put them on) and got to work. A few weeds later the patch was not only clear, it was also thriving with many veges not far off harvest.

[minor pseudonymising edits during Drupal to hugo migration for all the good that will do now] [I was leeching a bunch of images which have since vanished] What I love best about my current job is the inclination of the supervisor to tend towards wanting to “get shit done”. As with all large projects (and it is a decent sized Drupal project we’re working on), you want to plan it as best you can to try to minimise stuff-ups and associated explosions down the track.