April 2009 Archives

This might be one of the best images ever. Darth Vader with a boombox is indeed awesome, but the Princess in slave outift is always a plus. 
 

I decided to get some more detail in the image. I finished it in Illustrator. It tightens everything up when you work more in vector then in a raster program. At least I like it. 
 

Remake/Remodel test sketch on White Chapel is on another obscure character called the Eye. It was suppose to work with a human named Jack. The Eye fought crime. This was a test. I need to work on it. Use ink, maybe work on it in Illustrator to get the lines really tight. 

Maybe. 

I dunno. 
 

My sister is cooler than me, it's a fact and this photo proves it. I would get ten feet before I fell on my ass. More then likely breaking it. 

Oh and the photo was taken by my sister's friend, Oscar from Javilog. 

I really wanted to have MT 4.25 on this system without having to upgrade to a VPS. I'm a little pissy about it now being able to handle it from the PERL caps. I spent a lot of time uploading and trying to figure out what the fuck was wrong with it. 

This blows. 

Bitching done. 

This is what a THOUSAND FRAME PER A SECOND looks like. This whole thing is why these cameras should be standard everywhere. 

 
I-Movix SprintCam v3 NAB 2009 showreel from David Coiffier on Vimeo.

Motion, the awesome MT Tumblr, is to large to run on 1&1 hosted servers. Which is a shame. I wanted to run a system that was going to really make short blog post easy enough to have something fast to show. That and collecting action streams from around the webisphere and tracking them all back to a single source would have been fun. 

If Motion and Action Streams ran on 1&1 servers. But the processes are to large to run without there being trouble. 

But MTOS 4.25 runs fine. 

As if being a guy isn't worthless enough as it is, it's come to my attention scientist have created sperm from a woman's stem cells. Which is interesting. If two women in a lesbian relationship want children, they can have children without the need for a donor. I think that's probably going to change a great deal of dynamics in terms of who and what in people's minds. 

It's probably won't and children for a while will be called freaks for having two mothers and one is the father. 

Men No Longer Needed to Create Sperm. 

Here is another test for MT4.24. AGAIN. I had to deinstall and reinstall 4.24 after I was getting nothing but SError 500 for installing 4.25. Which is weird because I have an 4.25OS install on the same server. 

Here is the spectacular Blue & Gold PSA about smoking. 

 

Today was OK. And the Nike+ woman was sorta sexy. 

I ran. This is the first time that I've run in a long time. The last time I ran, was about a month ago. That was to dodge traffic. This was for something else. This was for my body. I thought this was going to be a cake walk. 

Cake of fucking death.

My body fucking hates me right now. I was about to do about twenty minutes before it said "fuck you!" That was about 1.65 miles. I can't fake it, it tells me this while I run. 

It starts off with this sweet voice, "Beginning Workout." The machine voice is sweet and melodic. Almost inviting. The same could be said about sirens until they eat you. After  a half a mile I was remembering when I was a kid and about to run a mile in about five minutes. At this point in time I was wishing for a freak eighteen wheeler to come out of house and run me over. 

"Five minutes has elapsed." What the fuck?! Half a mile in five minutes? This was... was hell. I could hear her voice laughing as I pushed onwards. "Oh you've only ran this much? You have a long time left shithead." The bitch.

I pushed on to the harpies voice. He nagging voice telling me how long I haven't gone and the amount of distance that I've barely covered. I can walk the world, but I can only run about a half a mile before I'm wanting a triple meat with cheese from whataburger with a side of gravy fries. 

I made it 1.65 miles before my body said quit it now. My pulse told me the same thing. The elliptical machine was nothing. I barely even broke a sweat. This was hell. 

Tomorrow, I'm going to try something different. Slow, then fasterish, then faster, finally a nice steady pace. Something that isn't going to make me want to commit hari-kari. 

I think I'm also going to stretch more. 

I'm still doing the half marathon in December. 

 The length of my hair and the wind has made me feel like the Latin Tin Tin. Or as much friend Jesse said, LaTINoTin. Which of course made me piss myself. 

Thanks Jesse.