Almost perfect Sunday morning .'Star Trek - the Original Series Remastered' is on the box, the coffee is smoking hot, the muffin with scrambled eggs and bacon is faultless, and I am typing this on a working computer - finally. Not even a fart of a news in a grand scheme of things, goes without saying, but to a self-confessed half-cyborg such as yours truly, being unplugged since August and in a virtual creative exile was torture, not just for myself, but also for absolutely anyone else who had rotten luck of being within the 10 metre radius of me, and not a chewed-up e-ciggie for comfort in sight.
For the past few days I've been getting used to my new partner in 3D crime, and the phrase that has 'old dogs' and 'new tricks' with 'can't teach' all in one sentence comes to mind. If there's anything harder than learning 'new tricks', than it is un-learning the old stuff, work-arounds and cheats that are no longer required or applicable. And there's one hell of a lot of un-learning lined up my way.
So while my new electronic playmate and I get to know each other better and get nice and cozy, I'm back in the beginner mode starting from scratch, and general arsing around with tests and 'Yep, I don't have a clue - lets see what this does...' type of thing.
Not being able to fiddle with my 3D doodles doesn't mean , however, I had no other ways of inflicting the untold atrocities on the world of fine art and good taste - I was still left with my idiotic semi-useless mobile cam, at large and without any supervision by a responsible adult
which I used to the maximum damage effect during that trip back to my roots.
I like this guy, and I like his story. He is so me I should really make him my ID.
(And this below is a little rough 'n' dirty first clumsy test render quickie for a friend's writing project character sheet. It limps rather than jumps out at you, but the good news is it can only get better from this point on