Here are some of my favourites I found on CG Society's forums.
30 December, 2010
3D Fan Art
I was bumbling across the internet and tripped upon some rather fantastic 3D model fan art.
Here are some of my favourites I found on CG Society's forums.
Now imagine him with Tim Allen's voice. Fabulous.
Here are some of my favourites I found on CG Society's forums.
22 December, 2010
Humble Bundle
This awesome Indie Package could be considered old news in the gaming world at this point, but these awesome kids pumped it up over level 9000 by sweetening the deal to help bump up donations.
For those who have no idea what I am talking about, the Humble Bundle is a package deal of five games that you get to pick the amount paid for. The current round is actually the second campaign these guys have set up, and they've now added another six games (from the original bundle) to the deal as long as you donate at least 7.40$ to the cause.
Happy Holidays
These packages make the Grinch look like an amateur.
Happy Holidays from DANIELS on Vimeo.
(via @lindspanther)
Happy Holidays from DANIELS on Vimeo.
(via @lindspanther)
21 December, 2010
Confessions of a Modern Day Scrooge
Tis' the season to be Jolly, and all that rubbish.
As anyone who speaks with me on the topic for more than Sixty seconds would know, I'm not exactly the biggest fan of the holiday season.
This may or may not be affected by my current occupation that forces glitter and fake cinnamon scents upon any in a 2 mile radius.
On the other hand, I am a huge fan of Winter. It's such a crisp season. The contrast of a barren tree against an overcast sky after a fresh snowfall; the first flurries of the season dusting full pines twinkling with cheesy string lights; smashing a snowball smack dab in the middle of a younger sibling's face.
02 December, 2010
Xbox Live Rewards Goes ... Live
Microsoft launched a new programme mimicking the Frequent Fliers model of 'you were going to do it anyway, here's a cookie' member rewards.
24 November, 2010
21 November, 2010
19 November, 2010
Accidentally a Whole Cable Bill!
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17 November, 2010
My Moves, Allow Me to Exhibit Them.
So, you wanna learn about Smash?
Obviously you do, as yes is the only valid answer available.
(Compliments of one of the original smashers, Captain Falcon!)
You do not want to disagree with the Captain.
Enough with the lulz, on to the real stuff!
As any respectable gamer knows, Smash began with the original N64 title "Super Smash Brothers", in 1999. An unexpected success in the eyes of Nintendo, who gave it a tiny budget and originally only released it in Japan.
All in the Details
I'm almost positive no one else will find this of interest, but I've been mildly binging on Monk via the Instant Queue on Netflix this evening and had the ridiculous epiphany that Captain Leland Stottlemeyer is played by Ted Levine.
Epitome of creepy to ... Suave and mustachio'ed?
For those who don't know, he also played Buffalo Bill in Silence of the Lambs.
Upon making the connection, the character is now completely corrupted for me! It's taking a while to acclimate to the contrasting character. Then again, Mr. Levine is actually quite the accomplished actor, and I admire his ability to not allow himself to be pigeon-holed after such a memorable role.
For those who don't know, he also played Buffalo Bill in Silence of the Lambs.
Upon making the connection, the character is now completely corrupted for me! It's taking a while to acclimate to the contrasting character. Then again, Mr. Levine is actually quite the accomplished actor, and I admire his ability to not allow himself to be pigeon-holed after such a memorable role.
14 November, 2010
23 July, 2010
Sentimental
My Father was in town last night, so we got together and spent some 'quality time' together. Like every father-daughter relationship, we've had our share of issues. But as we both get older it's been easier for us to have real conversations, plus the added slick of liquor since both my parents are hardcore partiers and are more comfortable in an alcohol-related setting.
Side note: Brandy Alexanders are delicious and taste like chocolate milkshakes ... with brandy.
We got to hash things out about their marriage and divorce, our estranged family, my brother's recent obsession with smoking and drinking (he's about to turn 17 in August), and he told me a few tidbits of his life. It was nice to have some closure on stuff and for me the unexplained situation and following events have always left me with negative feelings. They split in a sticky way that focused more on their selfish wants than the welfare of my brother and me. I used to have a very bad impression of my father and played the martyr for my mother. It's a common complex for children who end up growing up with a single parent as essentially a 'single child'. It was nice to get a chance to get my feelings of abandonment, loneliness, and general dissatisfaction with what they did to my childhood. He gave me confidence in dealing with my mother and reminded me that he is always willing to help me if I need the help.
Some of the things we spoke about made me feel sad, even thinking back on them now by myself. But mixed in with the sad, I was able to realize that both my parents love me, they just weren't ready to have a family, my mother in particular. She was young and immature and over time I've accepted that, but it's gratifying to know I'm not the only heart she's broken. I've always subscribed to thinking that the life I've lived has made me who I am today. So although I may have been unhappy at times, I am happy with who I am now.
We ended the night talking about life in general, how the ride is what is important, and what you do with the opportunities given to you. "Life is about being lucky. Lucky enough to not get caught." is a statement he made after we talking about their partying. I always imagined him as an uptight guy, so it was nice to see him in a more relaxed view. He told me how he was proud of how much I've grown up from two years ago when I lived with him for a couple months and congratulated me for making it through my teenage years unscathed.
Side note: Brandy Alexanders are delicious and taste like chocolate milkshakes ... with brandy.
We got to hash things out about their marriage and divorce, our estranged family, my brother's recent obsession with smoking and drinking (he's about to turn 17 in August), and he told me a few tidbits of his life. It was nice to have some closure on stuff and for me the unexplained situation and following events have always left me with negative feelings. They split in a sticky way that focused more on their selfish wants than the welfare of my brother and me. I used to have a very bad impression of my father and played the martyr for my mother. It's a common complex for children who end up growing up with a single parent as essentially a 'single child'. It was nice to get a chance to get my feelings of abandonment, loneliness, and general dissatisfaction with what they did to my childhood. He gave me confidence in dealing with my mother and reminded me that he is always willing to help me if I need the help.
Some of the things we spoke about made me feel sad, even thinking back on them now by myself. But mixed in with the sad, I was able to realize that both my parents love me, they just weren't ready to have a family, my mother in particular. She was young and immature and over time I've accepted that, but it's gratifying to know I'm not the only heart she's broken. I've always subscribed to thinking that the life I've lived has made me who I am today. So although I may have been unhappy at times, I am happy with who I am now.
We ended the night talking about life in general, how the ride is what is important, and what you do with the opportunities given to you. "Life is about being lucky. Lucky enough to not get caught." is a statement he made after we talking about their partying. I always imagined him as an uptight guy, so it was nice to see him in a more relaxed view. He told me how he was proud of how much I've grown up from two years ago when I lived with him for a couple months and congratulated me for making it through my teenage years unscathed.
19 March, 2010
LOLOLOLOLOL, Potatoes.
Today I've been binging on Internet trolls.
That's the funny thing, they are hilarious to read about when there is nothing better to do. But you never want anyone to know you're someone who knows about it.
Potatoes have offered me quite a lot in the form of entertainment over the years. Lulz were had, friends were met, tears of joy, friendship and the occasional heartbreak were shed. It's a magical stomping ground of retardation meets intellectualism, with colour pictures! Anyone can join in the fun, even those who break Rule 33, so long as they keep personal details to themselves.
Oddly enough, I have a lot of friends with whom I've bonded over odd memes and trolling with since my Internet debut as a child. They didn't mind my lurking the pages so long as I wasn't trumpeting it online or expecting special treatment. Being part of a pound of Potatoes just means you can vent all those stupid thoughts you have in your head that you know would not be kosher to share with the world with your name attached. It's ironic in how like a religious group they can be with how many of them loathe those organizations. Their psychosis would be so much fun to study, accepting you'd have to do it without giving away your betrayal and it being complete Internet suicide if said betrayal were to be known.
For how much trouble they cause, I have to say I really enjoy Potatoes. It's just a collection of what is really running through people's heads, what they really think about something, what they're really into. The ability of being able to be who you are to your fullest is found in so few realms, one can understand why it can get a little out of hand.
Since the rising of Potatoes, there has been an adaptation of it that's for even the completely computer illiterate man known as Craigslist. This website has a plethora of creepy and bizarre gems with which to entertain oneself. Half the fun comes from discerning if that person really is bat shit crazy, or if they're just a bored troll proing it up. It's a website where you could actually get something done, or you can 'wtfroflwaffle' all day at the disturbing yet hilarious postings people put up. It's like Post Secret, minus all the artsy stuff and plus wanting to bone anyone ballsy enough to reply.
There isn't really a point to this post other than amusing myself and musing about silly things. Other than sharing my belief that the Internet is a fickle beast ... With tentacles, an affinity for rape, and absolutely no repercussions so long as it is being discreet.
That's the funny thing, they are hilarious to read about when there is nothing better to do. But you never want anyone to know you're someone who knows about it.
Potatoes have offered me quite a lot in the form of entertainment over the years. Lulz were had, friends were met, tears of joy, friendship and the occasional heartbreak were shed. It's a magical stomping ground of retardation meets intellectualism, with colour pictures! Anyone can join in the fun, even those who break Rule 33, so long as they keep personal details to themselves.
Oddly enough, I have a lot of friends with whom I've bonded over odd memes and trolling with since my Internet debut as a child. They didn't mind my lurking the pages so long as I wasn't trumpeting it online or expecting special treatment. Being part of a pound of Potatoes just means you can vent all those stupid thoughts you have in your head that you know would not be kosher to share with the world with your name attached. It's ironic in how like a religious group they can be with how many of them loathe those organizations. Their psychosis would be so much fun to study, accepting you'd have to do it without giving away your betrayal and it being complete Internet suicide if said betrayal were to be known.
For how much trouble they cause, I have to say I really enjoy Potatoes. It's just a collection of what is really running through people's heads, what they really think about something, what they're really into. The ability of being able to be who you are to your fullest is found in so few realms, one can understand why it can get a little out of hand.
Since the rising of Potatoes, there has been an adaptation of it that's for even the completely computer illiterate man known as Craigslist. This website has a plethora of creepy and bizarre gems with which to entertain oneself. Half the fun comes from discerning if that person really is bat shit crazy, or if they're just a bored troll proing it up. It's a website where you could actually get something done, or you can 'wtfroflwaffle' all day at the disturbing yet hilarious postings people put up. It's like Post Secret, minus all the artsy stuff and plus wanting to bone anyone ballsy enough to reply.
There isn't really a point to this post other than amusing myself and musing about silly things. Other than sharing my belief that the Internet is a fickle beast ... With tentacles, an affinity for rape, and absolutely no repercussions so long as it is being discreet.
01 March, 2010
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