Okay, so I'm going with the total bias here, but I think the winner will be...
Painfully obvious...
To everyone involved.
Okay, it's Pablo. I figured he could get some playing in before he left for Deutschland. If that works for you Mr. Diablo, well then get me your steam ID and I'll transfer the free 3 day pass over to you.
Anyway, just got a new laptop today, it's a beaut... but it's not a Mac. And it's running Vista, so there's that. I've determined that Vista is like getting a new car with all the bells and whistles, only to find out that the engine isn't a v6, but a Briggs and Straton lawnmower engine, with an oil leak. Okay, okay, it's not that bad. But realy, it's not much better.
29.8.08
22.8.08
IT'S A CONTEST!!!
Okay, so here it is. I have a free 3 day trial of Team fortress 2. Full version, no strings or things cut out. All I need is an email address, or even better a steam ID. I will then gift it to the winner and they can play TF2 for 3 days. After that, I think the game is only like 20-25$ or so, which is worth it for the game.
So here's the rules. Comment below and tell me why you deserve the prize. I'll take the best two, and then we'll let all the MOAGers vote on which one wins. The gift expires on September 20th, so we'll give this a week, and then we'll go from there.
Let the "pathetic attempts to hog the brownie" begin!
*Bonus points for correctly identifying the brownie quote with the name of the person who said it and what movie it comes from. Not that the bonus points will go towards anything, but we'll all be impressed...
19.8.08
Steamboy: Bringing steam punk to the little people everywhere...
Just saw Steamboy the other day, and I have to say it was one of the best Anime movies I've ever seen. Granted, I haven't seen a lot of them, but I really liked it. If you're into Steampunk, and honestly, who isn't, I suggest picking this bad boy up whenever you can. Don't know if Hollywood or Blockbuster carries it, but man, it's awesome. The animation is excellent, the story is great, and the steampunk is... uh... steamy? Punkish? It's just really good. There. That works.
So on a scale of 1 to 5, 1 being a chick flick (pick your title...) and 7 being Slaughter in San Francisco, Steamboy ranks in at a Healthy 5 Gargonans. Because we all know 5 Gargonans are better than 3 Conars and a Macaneon. Or was it 2 Klisks and an underdeveloped Cylonquin? Who knows. Anyway, 5 stars and 500 points for those of you keeping score at home.
18.8.08
..been messing with an awesome rig.
Well, I've been messing with tha Mancandy rig that I downloaded, and made hime lick his foot ...sorta.... Anyway, I was having fun with it, and so on.
13.8.08
New Macaneon Sketch
Okay here's a new sketch I did while conversing with Shadowwire on the phone today (okay, not all of it was done while I was on the phone... but a lot of it was). I've always been a little iffy on how the Macaneon looked. It was a little too lizard like. So this time I tried to soften the face a little, give it a look that said "brains" more than "flesh eating dino-thingy". I also took some inspiration from the huge lizard Obi-wan rides in Episode III while chasing after Grievous, and added some feathers on the back of the head and the tail. I might add some small hints on the forearms, but probably not. I image the feathers act like a cat's back, spreads out to make the macaneon look bigger when confronted.
Anyway, I really like this sketch. I'm going to try to get in a full body sketch, as well as some color tests, hopefully. I have a lot that I'm "going" to do (still got to finish my website).
Well, let me know what you think. Not that it really matters. I like it, so there.
11.8.08
meat
Here's something my sister found, and posted on myspace...
You of all people should be able to appreaceate this, so enjoy.
by Terry Bisson
"They're made out of meat."
"Meat?"
"Meat. They're made out of meat."
"Meat?"
"There's no doubt about it. We picked several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, probed them all the way through. They're completely meat."
"That's impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars."
"They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don't come from them. The signals come from machines."
"So who made the machines? That's who we want to contact."
"They made the machines. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Meat made the machines."
"That's ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You're asking me to believe in sentient meat."
"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in the sector and they're made out of meat."
"Maybe they're like the Orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage."
"Nope. They're born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn't take too long. Do you have any idea the life span of meat?"
"Spare me. Okay, maybe they're only part meat. You know, like the Weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside."
"Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads like the Weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They're meat all the way through."
"No brain?"
"Oh, there is a brain all right. It's just that the brain is made out of meat!"
"So... what does the thinking?"
"You're not understanding, are you? The brain does the thinking. The meat."
"Thinking meat! You're asking me to believe in thinking meat!"
"Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal! Are you getting the picture?"
"Omigod. You're serious then. They're made out of meat."
"Finally, Yes. They are indeed made out meat. And they've been trying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years."
"So what does the meat have in mind?"
"First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the universe, contact other sentients, swap ideas and information. The usual."
"We're supposed to talk to meat?"
"That's the idea. That's the message they're sending out by radio. 'Hello. Anyone out there? Anyone home?' That sort of thing."
"They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?"
"Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat."
"I thought you just told me they used radio."
"They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat."
"Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?"
"Officially or unofficially?"
"Both."
"Officially, we are required to contact, welcome, and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in the quadrant, without prejudice, fear, or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing."
"I was hoping you would say that."
"It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?"
"I agree one hundred percent. What's there to say?" `Hello, meat. How's it going?' But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?"
"Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers, but they can't live on them. And being meat, they only travel through C space. Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact."
"So we just pretend there's no one home in the universe."
"That's it."
"Cruel. But you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you have probed? You're sure they won't remember?"
"They'll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and smoothed out their meat so that we're just a dream to them."
"A dream to meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat's dream."
"And we can mark this sector unoccupied."
"Good. Agreed, officially and unofficially. Case closed. Any others? Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?"
"Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen core cluster intelligence in a class nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two galactic rotations ago, wants to be friendly again."
"They always come around."
"And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the universe would be if one were all alone."
You of all people should be able to appreaceate this, so enjoy.
by Terry Bisson
"They're made out of meat."
"Meat?"
"Meat. They're made out of meat."
"Meat?"
"There's no doubt about it. We picked several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, probed them all the way through. They're completely meat."
"That's impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars."
"They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don't come from them. The signals come from machines."
"So who made the machines? That's who we want to contact."
"They made the machines. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Meat made the machines."
"That's ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You're asking me to believe in sentient meat."
"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in the sector and they're made out of meat."
"Maybe they're like the Orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage."
"Nope. They're born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn't take too long. Do you have any idea the life span of meat?"
"Spare me. Okay, maybe they're only part meat. You know, like the Weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside."
"Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads like the Weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They're meat all the way through."
"No brain?"
"Oh, there is a brain all right. It's just that the brain is made out of meat!"
"So... what does the thinking?"
"You're not understanding, are you? The brain does the thinking. The meat."
"Thinking meat! You're asking me to believe in thinking meat!"
"Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal! Are you getting the picture?"
"Omigod. You're serious then. They're made out of meat."
"Finally, Yes. They are indeed made out meat. And they've been trying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years."
"So what does the meat have in mind?"
"First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the universe, contact other sentients, swap ideas and information. The usual."
"We're supposed to talk to meat?"
"That's the idea. That's the message they're sending out by radio. 'Hello. Anyone out there? Anyone home?' That sort of thing."
"They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?"
"Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat."
"I thought you just told me they used radio."
"They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat."
"Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?"
"Officially or unofficially?"
"Both."
"Officially, we are required to contact, welcome, and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in the quadrant, without prejudice, fear, or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing."
"I was hoping you would say that."
"It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?"
"I agree one hundred percent. What's there to say?" `Hello, meat. How's it going?' But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?"
"Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers, but they can't live on them. And being meat, they only travel through C space. Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact."
"So we just pretend there's no one home in the universe."
"That's it."
"Cruel. But you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you have probed? You're sure they won't remember?"
"They'll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and smoothed out their meat so that we're just a dream to them."
"A dream to meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat's dream."
"And we can mark this sector unoccupied."
"Good. Agreed, officially and unofficially. Case closed. Any others? Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?"
"Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen core cluster intelligence in a class nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two galactic rotations ago, wants to be friendly again."
"They always come around."
"And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the universe would be if one were all alone."
4.8.08
Redoing my new Website
Okay, so I'm redoing my website. Which doesn't exist at the moment, so I guess it would more importantly be creating a website? Anyway, the above is an image of the current implementation, I'm still populating it at the moment. so you'll have to bear with me until I'm done. Anyway, I'll let you know when I'm done, and probably put a link on the site to the MOAG blog and vice versa.
So peace out, I'm going to bed.
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