noopkat:

I finally got around to blogging about PURR, my hackathon project at the AT&T Dev Summit Hackathon ^__^
Code is far from complete, but hey I just wanted this post done.

It’s a 3D printed bracelet that measures your pulse rate for anxiety, and sends a kitten to your phone if you’re having a bad time,
http://meow.noopkat.com/p-u-r-r-personal-ultimate-reassurance-response/

noopkat:

I finally got around to blogging about PURR, my hackathon project at the AT&T Dev Summit Hackathon ^__^

Code is far from complete, but hey I just wanted this post done.

It’s a 3D printed bracelet that measures your pulse rate for anxiety, and sends a kitten to your phone if you’re having a bad time,

http://meow.noopkat.com/p-u-r-r-personal-ultimate-reassurance-response/

setbabiesonfire:

randyliedtke:

Baked some iPhone cookies to trick cops into pulling me over, then I just take a bite and ask if cookies are against the law.

This is hilarious.

(via ryanlrussell)

#WhenDucksCry

Post Office Mind Screw

OK, I need to capture this for posterity before the memory fades: We all remember my Post Office/Revival Church, right?

Well as you all may also remember, there’s been no evangelizing since the Rapture, draw your own conclusions.

Today however, I was treated to two college age dudes, dressed “hipstery” I would say, standing out front in the rain. Each held a poster (DIFFERENT designs, mind you) with a picture of Obama with a Hitler ‘stash, and the slogan “End Obama’s War. Invoke the 24th Amendment” (I may have my amendment # wrong, we know how my numeric recall works…presumably it’s the impeachment one in any event)

I ignored them on the way in, did my business at the Post Office counter, and then came out. I intended to continue ignoring them, but my cherry-parking spot was right in front of them.

One of them leans into me as I pass and says, conspiratorially, “Hey buddy, we gotta get this guy out, right?”

So I turn, take a step back so I can get ‘em both in my gaze, and reply thusly:

"Actually I’m a huge supporter." I wave at their posters and declare, "I don’t even understand what the fuck you’re talking about, but I respect your right to free speech, so have fun!"

I get in my car and take my merry time before driving away, despite the fact that they’re right there. The main bit of import in the story, for me, is that my “new brain” allowed me to have that encounter calmly without any anxiety, which is sort of remarkable. But there are a lot of fun things here, so enjoy whichever part you like best!

A little lip sync test.  Gene here presented a big challenge, since he has very organic features, I still need to tweak a few things, but I’m pretty happy for a first-pass.

Toying with 3D modelling.  Arguably starting to get the hang of it.  My modest goals include: building stuff for my animation (props, scenery etc.) and designing models to be printed via rapid prototyping to use in custom toy projects.  First aid here (he still needs his helmet) falls into the second bucket.

Toying with 3D modelling.  Arguably starting to get the hang of it.  My modest goals include: building stuff for my animation (props, scenery etc.) and designing models to be printed via rapid prototyping to use in custom toy projects.  First aid here (he still needs his helmet) falls into the second bucket.

6 Things No One Tells You About Living on a Farm

kellykate:

  • “…if you ever get the opportunity to milk an animal, don’t take it. It’s like squeezing hot snot out of a fat woman’s flaccid penis.”
  • “I swear the reason chickens run around after you cut their heads off is because their bowels still have so much to live for.”
  • “Don’t be fooled — petting zoos are where animals go when their spirits are broken. A real goat who hasn’t had its soul rubbed out by thousands of tiny hands is a gigantic dick.”
  • “Chickens are these stupid little fat squirting things that look like a pillow fight when they try to fly, and the only thing they can do with any elegance is violent sexual assault and pantomiming the shame they feel afterward.”
  • “Each time you see the words “free range,” you’re about to eat something that was sexually assaulted by one rooster every day of its life and regular assaulted by all the others.”
  • “Cities are filthy places filled with filthy people. However, most of them are constantly being cleaned. You see a dirty diaper on the street every now and then, but it’s a brand new dirty diaper every day. In the country, no one is there to clean it up. That diaper will stay there until the world’s most depressed coyote attempts suicide.”
  • “Every home in the country includes an ancient pump house, barn or shed that is only there for teenage spiders to explore each other’s bodies. No one will ever go inside until a horror movie’s location scout spots it from the road.”

Having grown up in the country and worked on a farm… Yeah, that shit is fucking disgusting 95% of the time. He should have included pictures of what happens when farm animals get cancer. Also, when they give birth. Nightmares.

Yup, this pretty much sums up the first two decades or so of my life.

(via ryanlrussell)

fakecriterions:

The Thing [1982]
An email submission from Max Gambill [uncertainmaterials.tumblr.com].

fakecriterions:

The Thing [1982]

An email submission from Max Gambill [uncertainmaterials.tumblr.com].

British Underclass Super Heroes Rock!

I used Shazam for the first time to find the identity of the Misfits theme song, ‘tis Echoes by The Rapture. http://shz.am/t20106716

Completed a new rig for my Stealth Spider from a different angle, and wanted to do a quicky animation test.

Sound effects courtesy of the Freesound Project.  Specific attributions with links in the Youtube description.

fakecriterions:

Godzilla vs Hedorah [1971]

An email submission from Ian Wells [www.kisforkaiju.com].

"Live or die on this day."

Out of the gate, let me admit my bias here. One need only look at the URL above to see that I have sort of a thing for wolves. Frankly, I love them, it’s probably one of the most cliched thing for someone to say, but I really DO have a deep spiritual connection to the wolf.

Do remember, I was raised by canines. I am Mogli of CT. I GET to claim this. I’ve earned it in ways most people will never ever be able to understand. Period.

So I was a little apprehensive about “The Grey” when the previews first started running. I mean we JUST spent the last 100 yrs deconstructing the “wolves are demons” crap and we JUST managed to get the American wolf’s population back up to the point where we’re having serious policy debates about their classification as “endangered.” So Liam Neeson vs. Wolves seemed a little dodgy as a plotline, but still, I had to see it.

It was wonderful.

I won’t give away the “plot,” but airplane crash survivors vs. pack of wolves in the Alaskan wild…do the math, there’s pretty much only one way this can end.

Which brings me to my fury that I’m feeling right now. I get on this soapbox from time to time, and I know it’s a lost battle (and maybe a pretentious one), but I HATE HATE HATE what the mainstream entertainment industry has done to our bleeding culture.

And remember that I say this as someone that love giant robot cartoons, pulp radio dramas, and all the cheese that can be served in print sound or film, but our brains and our souls have apparently be stripped completely and utterly bare.

I was weeping at the end of this film. There were so many powerful things going on at once, and some deep and bitter irony beside. Absolutely brilliant and beautiful.

The final scene faded to black and my fellow patrons broke into booing and mutters of discontent.

Everyone has a right to like or not like any film they want, but it was OBVIOUS that the reason for their disapproval was that Liam didn’t bust out a lightsabre and pose triumphantly over the corpse of his canine adversary just as the marines came in with their rescue helicopter to whisk him back to safety.

It wasn’t that kind of movie. It would have sucked if it had TRIED to be that kind of movie.

But that’s all people know how to relate to. It’s the only brain dead mode they understand. It’s moments like this that I hate what we have become.

I hope Hollywood does continue to occasionally produce a film who’s movie poster tagline is a line of verse, and who’s central theme is literally expressed in poetry. The world is richer for it. Even if no one can see it anymore.

Again into the fray The last good fight I’ll ever know Live or die on this day Live or die on this day

There are One Million worlds in the known Universe with sapient mechanical life, one of the few things they all agree on, is that energy tastes better in cube form.

ScuttleSting: Heroic Mecha-Biologist

OK, last test animation for now, it’ll be back to scene building after this!