I'm posting this quickly on the Saturday morning after dumping some of the first post I wrote up. I'll have to come back and edit some photos or something into this in a bit.
Dr Sketchy's
We're getting a Dr Sketchy's in Galway! And not just a visit or a session, a permanent "chapter" of our very own. The first session coming up on the 8th of March in Munroe's Live will show us the course for the future, but seeing as Dr Sketchy's is one of my favourite things, this is outstanding news!
Book Club
I joined a book club recently. After years of trying out other ones and/or trying to organise my own, this one probably has staying power seeing as it's organised by one of the local book shops. Getting a range of varied opinions on a book you might not have read otherwise is an experience that can't be beat. That can't just be me, right?
Improv for Humans
Matt Besser's Improv for Humans is an hilarious podcast that just can't be beat. I can't remember why I decided that I should add an improv podcast to my routine, and I can't remember why I settled on this one, but I'm glad I did. There's something about I4H - you learn a lot about the ideas behind improv while listening and you get an awful lot of quality entertainment.
Dark Souls
Oh Dark Souls. I keep messing myself up on this one - I get frustrated and take breaks from Dark Souls, breaks that last way to long and then my skills go rusty. I have to mash my way through the end of the game now, because Dark Souls II is coming very, very soon, and that'll probably be the only game I buy at full retail price this week.
Blendoku
This is a great app - a really great app. I don't normally like having games on my phone, but this is top notch puzzler. You have to sort colours by their hue gradient - sounds easy, but it gets really, really tricky quickly enough to be satisfyingly challenging. And it's free!
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Showing posts with label and other gut reactions. Show all posts
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Saturday, December 15, 2012
13 DEC 2012
Okay, so I may have forgotten to post on the 12th... it'll be part of the mega update. This one gave me a lot of trouble - there has been a huge amount of revisions. Girl on top of car trying to fight off Zombies... I think I know how I'ld do it better, I might revisit the whole thing one of the other days. The revisions ate through my hour deadline though.
Ugh. The pose is so far off. I'll definitely do this one again.
Ugh. The pose is so far off. I'll definitely do this one again.
Tuesday, December 04, 2012
01 DEC 2012 Jesus it's a bit dusty in here
So obviously the Pub Scrawl thing has taken over my blogging life, but I have the ever-returning intentions to do some stuff here on the blog. I'm getting involved in an upcoming project that is going to require me to do a ton of writing, so maybe that muscle will be exercised more and keep me doing stuff here? Let's not hold our breath, though, people.
Speaking of exercising muscles, I have given myself a new task that we'll see how long can last. Do a narrative sketch for an hour every day, even if I don't feel like doing one. Cos I only obey rules if they start on round-figure dates or times, I started this on the first of December, hence the blog post title. I may stray from them being "narrative" as well, but so far, so good. I'll post them here as they happen. I'm also posting from work today, so I may have to cut this short, but I've got some thoughts.
Myself and Y were playing Lego: The Lord of the Rings by Telltale Games - those games are real fun two player experiences and have gotten very sophisticated over the years. There's a problem with that too, but I won't get into it. Anyway, when Treebeard shows up, all I could think of was the concept of a walking treeman is pretty scary. I've chilled on Tolkien over the years, so I guess I think more "Black Young of Shub-Niggurath" than "Guardians of Fangorn Forest".
So here's a treeman (Treeman? Tree Man? Tree Monster?)
1 hour, start to finish-whether-it's-finished-or-not on Moleskine Sketchbook, all with my Rotring 0.5mm Mechanical with Blue Lead, Pentel Pocketbrush and my super sexy Lamy Carbon Fine POint, which I have filled with Mont Blanc ink. The black ink, dunno what they call it, "Midnight" or "Coal Face" or something. I don't like that ink a hell of a lot. It's a little greasy-feeling, but I love the inkwell bottle and I can't bring myself to just pour it out and fill it with something else. I may have used a PITT Brush Tip Black to do some fill in... yeah, probably.
There's a lot of points that bother me about this, but I'll get back to them when I'm at home again. I know it's a sketch, but the problems are endemic to the way I do things without thinking about them... more on that later.
Cheers.
Speaking of exercising muscles, I have given myself a new task that we'll see how long can last. Do a narrative sketch for an hour every day, even if I don't feel like doing one. Cos I only obey rules if they start on round-figure dates or times, I started this on the first of December, hence the blog post title. I may stray from them being "narrative" as well, but so far, so good. I'll post them here as they happen. I'm also posting from work today, so I may have to cut this short, but I've got some thoughts.
Myself and Y were playing Lego: The Lord of the Rings by Telltale Games - those games are real fun two player experiences and have gotten very sophisticated over the years. There's a problem with that too, but I won't get into it. Anyway, when Treebeard shows up, all I could think of was the concept of a walking treeman is pretty scary. I've chilled on Tolkien over the years, so I guess I think more "Black Young of Shub-Niggurath" than "Guardians of Fangorn Forest".
So here's a treeman (Treeman? Tree Man? Tree Monster?)
1 hour, start to finish-whether-it's-finished-or-not on Moleskine Sketchbook, all with my Rotring 0.5mm Mechanical with Blue Lead, Pentel Pocketbrush and my super sexy Lamy Carbon Fine POint, which I have filled with Mont Blanc ink. The black ink, dunno what they call it, "Midnight" or "Coal Face" or something. I don't like that ink a hell of a lot. It's a little greasy-feeling, but I love the inkwell bottle and I can't bring myself to just pour it out and fill it with something else. I may have used a PITT Brush Tip Black to do some fill in... yeah, probably.
There's a lot of points that bother me about this, but I'll get back to them when I'm at home again. I know it's a sketch, but the problems are endemic to the way I do things without thinking about them... more on that later.
Cheers.
Monday, September 07, 2009
An interesting day on the airwaves today, although frustrating as always. Sometimes the distance of the radio is a good thing - you can take a minute to receive the various pundit's words as they're doing their best to seem intelligent, witty and right and process them to see why they are generally confused, dull and wrong. It must be with the lack of distraction of visual input that you can focus on the actual words said. But it allows the listener to pick out the wheat from the chaff in a way you probably couldn't if you were, say, watching an interview on TV or talking to someone in person. Our habit as humans, after all, is that we speak extemporaneously, discovering our direction of thought as we speak through the previous one and confusing our mouth with the topic we're already moving onto in our mind.
The disadvantage is that you feel silly trying to strangle, or indeed, punch a radio in the face. I don't feel silly throwing things at the television. There must be a psychological impediment to physically abusing something with no human face for the sins of a voice that does have something that passes for a human face.
Your only route of executing a right of reply is by some electronic medium. And the very banality of the average texts/calls/emails that get read out over the airwaves make you both a) ashamed to see that as a measure of your peers and b) curious as to how quickly replying publicly to these things drives you insane. I often wonder the same thing about people who write letters to newspapers and who reply to blogs too. (The complainants - there's something very normal to write a quick message of sympathy for a tragedy or to express delight at something you found entertaining, to my mind).
I wonder if the experience of "vigilance" towards some issue to which you object or just the feeling of revenge, of having "showed them" is what pushes the content of this kind of response a little askew of what we think are social mores? Or are the kind of people who would bother to respond already a little askew?
But there is so much content out there in all the various media we consume that is just wrong. And the frustration involved in having to innocently read through something only to discover that it's misleading, or insane, or downright duplicitous is sometimes overwhelming. (For "read" you can also substitute listen or whatever. Everything is a text these days, or whatever your cup of ism is...) It's hard to self-judge and decide if you're being a reasonable, just, appreciative and skeptically minded observer of human behaviour who likes to help his fellow man see where the middle ground is so that they can then decide where they want to stand on important things, or if you're being a wacko.
I've been trying to "collect" groups of interesting skeptics and thinkers on twitter, which for my money is a great service (free, so even if it was a bit more shite it would still be worth my money). I don't know if I'm a clear thinker. I know I certainly wasn't, earlier in my life. I know that a lot of crap that I put in there myself has only recently been lifted from my mind. I hope that some of the people I listen to will help. Although I must remember to be careful to diagnose what they say. That, or try to punch/strangle the computer screen, which, while it wouldn't feel as silly as punching my radio, would be far more expensive.
The disadvantage is that you feel silly trying to strangle, or indeed, punch a radio in the face. I don't feel silly throwing things at the television. There must be a psychological impediment to physically abusing something with no human face for the sins of a voice that does have something that passes for a human face.
Your only route of executing a right of reply is by some electronic medium. And the very banality of the average texts/calls/emails that get read out over the airwaves make you both a) ashamed to see that as a measure of your peers and b) curious as to how quickly replying publicly to these things drives you insane. I often wonder the same thing about people who write letters to newspapers and who reply to blogs too. (The complainants - there's something very normal to write a quick message of sympathy for a tragedy or to express delight at something you found entertaining, to my mind).
I wonder if the experience of "vigilance" towards some issue to which you object or just the feeling of revenge, of having "showed them" is what pushes the content of this kind of response a little askew of what we think are social mores? Or are the kind of people who would bother to respond already a little askew?
But there is so much content out there in all the various media we consume that is just wrong. And the frustration involved in having to innocently read through something only to discover that it's misleading, or insane, or downright duplicitous is sometimes overwhelming. (For "read" you can also substitute listen or whatever. Everything is a text these days, or whatever your cup of ism is...) It's hard to self-judge and decide if you're being a reasonable, just, appreciative and skeptically minded observer of human behaviour who likes to help his fellow man see where the middle ground is so that they can then decide where they want to stand on important things, or if you're being a wacko.
I've been trying to "collect" groups of interesting skeptics and thinkers on twitter, which for my money is a great service (free, so even if it was a bit more shite it would still be worth my money). I don't know if I'm a clear thinker. I know I certainly wasn't, earlier in my life. I know that a lot of crap that I put in there myself has only recently been lifted from my mind. I hope that some of the people I listen to will help. Although I must remember to be careful to diagnose what they say. That, or try to punch/strangle the computer screen, which, while it wouldn't feel as silly as punching my radio, would be far more expensive.
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