Next time we'll tell him to keep his big mouth shut!
(just kidding, it's a joke picture, he's not been arrested)
28 January 2006
God Pizza Distribution
This time we took Ryan with us to give out free pizza to the bar patrons outside Otto's.
Next time we'll tell him to keep his big mouth shut!
(just kidding, it's a joke picture, he's not been arrested)
Next time we'll tell him to keep his big mouth shut!
(just kidding, it's a joke picture, he's not been arrested)
25 January 2006
New Insult
I call people a 'Garden Weasel'
It's great, it's like a weasel, or a garden variety of weasel or an inept gardening tool.
Either way it's a put-down, and it's funny.
If you don't think so, you are a garden weasel.
It's great, it's like a weasel, or a garden variety of weasel or an inept gardening tool.
Either way it's a put-down, and it's funny.
If you don't think so, you are a garden weasel.
21 January 2006
14 January 2006
13 January 2006
Had a dream last night
It was so detailed, it could have been a movie.
I wish I had it all on videotape.
It centered around a house, there were bad people coming from the woods and cornfields, and dark lawns surrounding. They wanted to kill us, us being me and a family, I remember one of the kids looked like Dewey from Malcolm in the middle.
In the end, the cops finally showed up, but they weren't very effective. They drew their weapons, but I had to tell them, as I had told others, that you needed to think like the people attacking.. They were hunting, so you had to hunt them.
The usual defensive action wasn't working.
Strange and very cool thing was that during the dream a person went missing, and at the end of the dream, there is a 2nd scene where you get to see where they were, and what their story was. They were actually in the house, with another sub-storyline.
What was so cool about the dream was that the characters that were gone for different parts of the main dream were shown later, and their part of the story was revealed.
What made all of that stand out was that it was a non-linear dream.
and the weaving of the storylines was perfect. That's why it was screenplay-worthy.
It was really a mastery of writing if it were written in a book.
At the very beginning of the dream I actually looked back from the story and I and another person were actually reading pages from a book, we were commenting on the author, and how expertly it was written.
At the end of the dream, the house itself blows up, one of the enemy was in the house and made a suicide explosion. I think Dewey was in the house too.
I was a character in the dream, but I didn't make any actions that really changed the outcome. I was being hunted, I was part of the family, but I wasn't scared, I just felt duty.
I hope it recurs, I'd love to make a screenplay out of it.
I wish I had it all on videotape.
It centered around a house, there were bad people coming from the woods and cornfields, and dark lawns surrounding. They wanted to kill us, us being me and a family, I remember one of the kids looked like Dewey from Malcolm in the middle.
In the end, the cops finally showed up, but they weren't very effective. They drew their weapons, but I had to tell them, as I had told others, that you needed to think like the people attacking.. They were hunting, so you had to hunt them.
The usual defensive action wasn't working.
Strange and very cool thing was that during the dream a person went missing, and at the end of the dream, there is a 2nd scene where you get to see where they were, and what their story was. They were actually in the house, with another sub-storyline.
What was so cool about the dream was that the characters that were gone for different parts of the main dream were shown later, and their part of the story was revealed.
What made all of that stand out was that it was a non-linear dream.
and the weaving of the storylines was perfect. That's why it was screenplay-worthy.
It was really a mastery of writing if it were written in a book.
At the very beginning of the dream I actually looked back from the story and I and another person were actually reading pages from a book, we were commenting on the author, and how expertly it was written.
At the end of the dream, the house itself blows up, one of the enemy was in the house and made a suicide explosion. I think Dewey was in the house too.
I was a character in the dream, but I didn't make any actions that really changed the outcome. I was being hunted, I was part of the family, but I wasn't scared, I just felt duty.
I hope it recurs, I'd love to make a screenplay out of it.
12 January 2006
Newest 3D movie
I adjusted the parallax (where the two cameras converge)
The first video I made had infinite parallax, the cameras never crossed.
On this latest one I made them cross at about 3ft.
Go Here
and click on cross_crop.mp4
Video 2.45mb Mpeg4
The first video I made had infinite parallax, the cameras never crossed.
On this latest one I made them cross at about 3ft.
Go Here
and click on cross_crop.mp4
Video 2.45mb Mpeg4
Fun at the mall
Went to the mall with my friend Kelly from Carbondale.
This was fun!
Video 3.15mb Windows Media Format
This was fun!
Video 3.15mb Windows Media Format
07 January 2006
3D Movie
I've made two 3D videos. I haven't had enough time to perfect it, but it works.
To view the video you must cross your eyes until the two images become one.
Well, one in the middle, and two ghost images on the sides.
Try it out on this image.
The movie is a 9MB Mpeg4 movie. Available Here
Quicktime 7 will view it.
I suggest downloading it to disk, give it a shift-click and it should download.
cool, eh?
To view the video you must cross your eyes until the two images become one.
Well, one in the middle, and two ghost images on the sides.
Try it out on this image.
The movie is a 9MB Mpeg4 movie. Available Here
Quicktime 7 will view it.
I suggest downloading it to disk, give it a shift-click and it should download.
cool, eh?
06 January 2006
3D update
I was able to get closer to completion of the basic deisgn.
The rig is still not built, and will probably only be good for outdoor shots when it is completed.
The angles are just too extreme, and the rig will likely be a box the size of an window air conditioner.
SUCK!
so I guess I'll have to reverse engineer a pair of USB logitech quickcams
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The rig is still not built, and will probably only be good for outdoor shots when it is completed.
The angles are just too extreme, and the rig will likely be a box the size of an window air conditioner.
SUCK!
so I guess I'll have to reverse engineer a pair of USB logitech quickcams
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05 January 2006
Fun with Forks
MPEG-4 movie ~800kOn second thought, let's not talk at The Junction, it's a silly place.
04 January 2006
5 a.m.
So I slept about 2 1/2 hrs. I woke up at 5 am.
It sucks to be awake at 5 am.
When I was a kid, about 11 yrs old, a girl from my church was killed while on a field trip at O'Hare airport.
She was younger than me, I forget exactly how old she was, I think about 8.
She was a friend-- really the younger sister of a friend of mine.
I remember thinking to myself, before the accident, before she died, that I could never picture her growing up, growing old, or ever getting married.
I don't think I thought that same thing about anyone else I knew then, and haven't thought it about anyone to this day.
Sometimes I've wondered if I'd die young. Not like tomorrow, but say before I hit 40.
I don't know.
I suppose it doesn't matter.
Her name was Rebecca... Becky.
Out of all the kids at my church then, heck, even the adults, she stood out to me as the most godly, the most like Jesus.
There was this *good* inside of her, it was strange and well, good.
After she was gone there was something that makes it harder and at the same time easier to rationalize. It sounds cliché, but she was too good for this world. Her oddness (said with love) was to me some kind of indication or explanation for why God called her up.
That *oddness* is an indecipherable clue. I can't use it to make a case of why she should or shouldn't have been taken away, but you sense there is a significance to it.
I wonder why she was sent here, sent to live just a few years, bringing joy while she was here, and pain when she left. Who was she sent to affect?
When I think of myself dieing young. It's not because I think I'm the same caliber of Christian. I believe she was a truer reflection of Christ than me, mostly.
But then, I don't think I'll die tomorrow. ;)
And who's to say I'm a lesser Christian? I can't judge that.
It sucks to be awake at 5 am.
When I was a kid, about 11 yrs old, a girl from my church was killed while on a field trip at O'Hare airport.
She was younger than me, I forget exactly how old she was, I think about 8.
She was a friend-- really the younger sister of a friend of mine.
I remember thinking to myself, before the accident, before she died, that I could never picture her growing up, growing old, or ever getting married.
I don't think I thought that same thing about anyone else I knew then, and haven't thought it about anyone to this day.
Sometimes I've wondered if I'd die young. Not like tomorrow, but say before I hit 40.
I don't know.
I suppose it doesn't matter.
Her name was Rebecca... Becky.
Out of all the kids at my church then, heck, even the adults, she stood out to me as the most godly, the most like Jesus.
There was this *good* inside of her, it was strange and well, good.
After she was gone there was something that makes it harder and at the same time easier to rationalize. It sounds cliché, but she was too good for this world. Her oddness (said with love) was to me some kind of indication or explanation for why God called her up.
That *oddness* is an indecipherable clue. I can't use it to make a case of why she should or shouldn't have been taken away, but you sense there is a significance to it.
I wonder why she was sent here, sent to live just a few years, bringing joy while she was here, and pain when she left. Who was she sent to affect?
When I think of myself dieing young. It's not because I think I'm the same caliber of Christian. I believe she was a truer reflection of Christ than me, mostly.
But then, I don't think I'll die tomorrow. ;)
And who's to say I'm a lesser Christian? I can't judge that.
02 January 2006
Under The Overpass
Just read this book, it has been inspiring. I love it, it reminds me that things like this can and should be done.
Under The Overpass
It's about two guys who spent 5 months on the streets living with, and being themselves -- homeless
Under The Overpass
It's about two guys who spent 5 months on the streets living with, and being themselves -- homeless
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