| friday 30th
october
tricky's out, my deadline's here and it's all change. fifth gear to full
reverse with only a tube journey as brakes. the music's on, it's uploaded.
i've got steve round, lots of food, drink and nibbles and a whole new
mountain to conquer. sleep can wait another day.
thursday 29th october
holy cow i'm tired. feeling a bit... jittery.
monday 27th october
it's averaging out at two days per fifteen seconds.
i'm worried about my directing and have changed the story board already.
sunday 26th october
volumetrics are a bastard. this took sooo long to get
right:
saturday 25th october
i've somehow subconsciously decided to let the panasonic cq crate movie
take my life over, gollum-like. without knowing it the project that was
always meant to be just for qr and not work - a test area for dust, lights,
texture mapping what i want not need to - has now become... me.
it's a self inflicted
or do i have to work this weekend because i went boarding yesterday?
friday24th october
the trauma-fueled week of failed organising, lesson, non-skier policies
(how shit?) and travel to milton keynes with background guilt of taking
time valuable time away from work to do it was my inspiration for the
session that took place tonight. i was pissed off with so much in such
a little way i didn't even see it as a whole thing. so i gave up the idea
of fear more than usual and managed to land my first (upper body rotating)
180, boardslide (sideways) a 3m buried gas pipe and hit the 'big mutha'
kicker (which stood taller than me by a long way). and land it first time.
some days you really do get more done on your feet. bring on tignes.
thursday 23rd october
i usually build the piece with the most moving parts first, then light
it with the maximum quality and best style of light i can render with
the time i have. then i move it (which makes me swear with delight, usually,)
and laugh at myself. then i have the enthusiasm and belief to actually
make the whole thing. so here's the ending, uncoloured in various stages
of light development. ya see what i did there?

wednesday 22nd october
starting another lightwave project is always a tetchy and nervous undertaking.
the eagerness to make move, light and film what has to be put aside for
the modelling, where all the major decisions and the whole look is decided;
all the big decisions have to be made first. yes, you can adjust the models
later but that often means picking ever expanding compositions apart and
resetting pivot points - which means removing all acceleration graphs
first - in short... surgery. it has to be right first time this time (or
as near as dam nit) as there's probably not enough render time between
now and the deadline. still, i've got a new 15" widescreen 1.25ghz
apple laptop now which is more than three times as quick as my machine
at work. there may not be much time but i'll be able to rip through the
renders at least. if i can get lightwave tamed on a new operating system.
mac osx, let's see if you're as stable as they say you are.
my keys are backlit! cool!
tuesday 21st october
another mtv pitch sent, another idea thrown to the wolves.
monday 20th october
mashed up mashers at midnight treatment:
sunday 19th october
al's 'mental' means crazy, inventive or generally exciting. the toilet
flushed as i heard 'i've just had a mental thought...' he was waiting
for the cue i didn't take, 'well what else would a thought be?'
forgot to put the gearbox cover on. there's grit in my differentials.
it rattles.
saturday 18th october
a couple of cheeky ones in drury lane with hol, deluxe, pj, girl bunny
and northern ed some food in boulevard. last time i was there with emma
and alice was there too. i just froze.
friday 17th october
official and unofficial baja champ day. i've always wanted a remote control
car and i never had one as a kid.
thursday 16th october
happy birthday to me. woke up alone. opened my present. went to work.
ate doughnuts and coffee with steve. put together the vh2 pitch. spoke
to everyone except funks, stu and lou. left work late. came home. cooked
dinner. went to bed.
birthdays still have days in them.
monday 13th october
you know how you stop dead in your tracks when
you've forgotten or remember something? as i locked the door on my way
out i thought 'walkman!' then nah, it's such a nice day the bus is bound
to be pleasant. was i ever wrong. by the time i'd reached old street the
three girls at the back talking so quickly and over each other had driven
me almost spare. coffee? no thanks, turkish, i'm tense enough. and then
i had to go to work.
mondays.
sunday 12th october
sauntered round the '406, down the '12 and under
thedartford blackwall tunnel to funks' for three films and a chicken.
with roasted lemons i'll have you know.
saturday 11th
october
i can't believe i got out of bed at 3.15 today. in the afternoon. shocking.
still managed to clean every room (all four of them), stock up on food
and hang a mirror which needs to be taken down again. still...
friday 10th october
no joy with aiwa
but a happy leighton from mtv. the second best result you can hear is
'you hit the nail square on the head and if they were sponsoring it we
would have chosen yours.'
thursday 9th october
reign
of fire didn't have nearly enough dragons in it and it was all
far too colourfully orange.
wednesday 8th october
after a sixteen
hour day at home yesterday we decided to revert to the original idea.
i used to be too precious over concepts, thinking my ideas were perfect.
now i dismiss them without feeling cheated. i think i can see the bigger
picture now but it's probably just the realisation that i can do better:
tuesday 7th october
deck chairs watching the tv. tvs watching tv
on deck chair showing sofas. got it?
monday 6th october
ikea with yuko,
and the girl in the post office who reminded me of writing a phone number
on a dollar bill. what if...?
sunday 5th october
steve stayed the
night, played some more and i managed to make dust that looks almost like
real dust.

saturday 4th october
steve and conflict
go hand in hand and the missing fork fiasco.
friday 3rd october
'it rains because
you're sad, baby.'
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