#thought-process

[thepersonalwords]

Strong thoughts are accompanied by great emotions

Bangambiki Habyarimana, The Great Pearl of Wisdom

[free-the-rigs]

Summary of the Project, 'The Cast', Treatment

So let's get this blog underway, shall we? The premise for the story is 'Three Activists break into a Testing Facility for rigs.' No more, no less. If you've skipped the 'About' pages and wanted to dive right into this, Free (The) Rigs is an animation I want to do. The premise is 'Just make an animation with a bunch of free rigs'. Hence, the title. And it's no coincidence that the title is as in-your-face and unsubtle as it can be. I'm not sugarcoating what the animation is. The blog will detail every ugly part of the development, including all my thought processes, and all my mistakes. I'll be working on this project sparingly in my afternoons, so it will be a slow burn. But it will be an enjoyable one. Here's the cast that I'm hoping to use: Activists: Morpheus Bonnie Squirrely Rigs: Ball Chicken Wilhelm the Giraffe Guards: Norman When I say 'hoping', I mean I've yet to email for permission. I don't intend on making any money off of this project, but just in case (and out of politeness), I feel I should ask. I should also note that the only rigs I've never used so far are 'Bonnie', 'Chicken' and 'Wilhelm the Giraffe'. It will be fun toying around with them, understanding how they work. Another thing I hoped to do in this animation was utilise features in the rig which weren't meant to be animating. For example, in the Morpheus rig, there are controllers to customise how his face looks. You wouldn't normally animate the Face-Changing rig on the Morpheus rig. But I would. I'm hoping to toy with this degree of customisation in other rigs, if possible. If not, no loss. Finally, tonight, I've finished writing up the first pass of the treatment. You can find a screenshot of it here. It wasn't until writing the treatment that I realised it will be a hell of a task to animate (Multiple walk cycles? Dozens of characters on-screen at once?? Chickens?!?!) Over time, I'm sure the treatment will update to better compensate my time and skills.

[jess-to-optimism]

Optimistic vs Pessimistic vs Realistic

The harsh truths tha makes people realize that it's reality. No sugar-coating things or hidding it. Just bluntful truths. But then, when you're telling yourself these harsh truths, would it be pessimistic of you to think so negatively? Or would it be the realitic perspective? If that is so, what would make optimistic? Sugar coating the truth or honest truths? My doubts are these reasons...my hestiants...my views....how can I interpret these thoughts and these feelings...

[lindseylovejoy]

Suits.

[Warning, Mini-Rant, No Spoilers.]

I read a post/liveblog on the newest episode of Suits and it made me think. She wrote it well, a more thought-provoking and sophisticated response to the episode. She so=poke of character analysis and who is taking charge of the season (Jessica, Hardman, Louis, etc.) and how the show is only improving.

It made me laugh at my "liveblog" as I guess you can call it. I really don't know what the definition of "liveblog" really is. I just wrote what I feel.

And I really don't feel ashamed of my "liveblog" on 2x05, because I enjoyed writing down the craziness that goes through my mind and I think I bring something different and exciting to the table. Because I really don't see posts like mine floating around all over the place, it makes me feel sort of unique and proud of what I do, now matter how articulate it may seem. Defending my work and having a good argument can give me the write to do anything and call it art.

This show, no matter how lame is sounds, has changed the way I think. The deep warm-hearted relationships that have connected characters in this show, whether they be romantic or non-romantic, they are fascinating and open up my mind to another side of dominance. The complex playing field on a corporate office.

But it doesn't have to be a corporate, it can be a school, or a hospital, or a library. It's just the people who make it and whether they excite me and inspire me.

A lot of things excite me, like this show. So that's why I'm writing one of my longest fanfictions. One of the main ones I'm proud of. And I know I've been writing a lot about my so-called fanfic. I promise I'll post it the second I'm satisfied. It'll be on Fanfiction.net. I recommend this place for any FF you might be looking for.

Message me if you have any comments. I'm happy to respond.

[mollyconnolly72-blog-blog]

It is the season where some people take a seat and write their new year\\\'s goals.

[kyintensity]

if iHad enough Talent to Expand my Writing into a Semi-Profession x consistently Progress throughout the Years, that would be just Fantastic.

[larashka]

remembrances

Today I remembered a place where I used to live. I remembered streets I used to know, but no longer do; the faint glimmer of the smell and sounds of its jungles, alleyways and foods filled my senses. For a brief moment, my body relived the pressure that could be exuded on it when I'd fully take in all the buildings, the advertisements swirling all around in unrecognizable characters, the people-choked streets and sidewalks, the blazing lights from every-which-way at night, the bricks of humidity over the water and in my skin on a particularly oppressive day. All these feelings, half there for an instant, then gone once more, lost to years of distance and the now.

I remember the important relationships I had in this space well. Today, some more than others, were particularly present. I am lucky enough to have had friendships so strong that they continue up to this moment. Today I remembered a friend I didn't get to say goodbye to. I remembered her hands, her smile, and her tongue, the curve of her waist and the texture of her hair. Most importantly, I remembered her eyes. I felt like I was looking into the shape and colour of her eyes in an important way for the first time in a long while today. I remembered how light my body would feel when we'd make each other laugh, when things felt close. I also realised I couldn't remember the details of things like her fingertips or her shoulders. And then, just as with the space we shared our friendship in, the feeling left me before it even truly began.

Today I remembered friends I chose not to say goodbye to. Out there, in the great, big, wide, open world, they could be anywhere doing just about anything. I hope they are stimulated, driven and passionate. I wonder if they wonder about me sometimes. I wonder if they wonder whether or not I'm wondering about them.

I ask myself: if it's important to think about these things; why it matters that these moments of a sort of homesickness overwhelm my space from time to time - if it matters - why it happens. So now I've written about the process of one such occurrence and now I suppose I'll wonder as to the what and why of that as well.

But soon I'll get hungry and make dinner and try to not think about what my heart might be remembering another 6 years from now.

It is what it is, let's just do our best, shall we?