Yeah, I'm actually writing this blog post as an excuse to avoid editing. I'm sorry.
First things first: I'm finally getting settled into my new job. For those not in the know (which is everyone, because I tend not to blog at all or post personal things in forums), I got laid off in early January when my company got bought out. However, it was a HUGE blessing in disguise. My new job pays more and is closer to my house, plus my first three paychecks are going to overlap with the
and I'm having so much fun doing solid modeling with AC3D and Blender, I've decided to attempt a feature length animated motion picture. I can't do it all myself, but I can lay down the ground work via outline, script, blocking diagrams, some models, etc. I'll need good people for the complex models, set design, animation and voicing, but I can create some rough work on set designs to hand off. Here is one unfinished set. It's an observation lounge on a starship:
Episode 69 of the Dark InSpectre is now online, in which our hero finds himself a bit tied up at the moment.
Here’s an excerpt:
I stopped for a moment as my focus slipped, the pain in my head causing everything to go hazy. The smell of the cleaning supplies clogged my nose and the ties around my ankles and wrists cut off circulation.
I centered again, sending my thoughts out to the bar area. There were a bunch of guys who vibed thug sitting at the end, their
It must’ve have been in the last few years of the episode of the plague for it seemed the wipeout was just about to be executed. Soaring through the sky were a pair of satellites detecting the underground barriers that had been placed, and, from a distance, I could sense the squad of Cessna AT-8 planes carrying the missile that would (at least they thought it would) put an end to the destructive pandemic.
That’s the way they saw it. On the other hand, normal non-ignorant humans (an almost
Episode 68 of the Dark InSpectre is now online, in which our hero finally has the infamous Multiple Man right where he wants him, or does he?
Here’s an excerpt:
I raced to head him off, making several quick turns until I skidded to a halt at a dead end, a cul de sac with a door that looked like the back entrance to Lo Bianco’s. Except no Multiple Man. There were Flacco and a hood I recognized as Jimmy “Slats” Capezzi. And me, doing my best deer in the headlights impression. Uh