Know Your Enemy

1. A classic Rage Against the Machine song.

2. Something that has become more necessary as time goes on as who I can trust becomes an ever shrinking list.

3. One who falls into the following criteria:

Do they ask questions about classified subjects?

Do they seem unusually strong, smart or self-assured?

Do they say God instead of Gods?

Have you seen them before, but you know it’s not the same person?

Do you see them hanging around secured or restricted areas?

Do they seem to hear music that no one else can hear?

Do they seem unusually fearless, as if death has no meaning for them?

Do they exhibit sociopathic behavior around other humans, especially defenseless children?

Are they unusually adept, almost empathic, with machines?

Does their spine glow red when they get… excited?

Yes, ways to identify skinjobs, aka human chrome toasters. And for visual reference, they’ve given us a guide.

Makes a great gift for A Golden World editor near you. Birthday in December, so beat the rush.

Interdum vos ut volvo ferrus six.

P.S. Grow my city.

Twisted Filler Tuesday v1.2 – you canna change the Laws of Physics

But alas, if your basic building blocks are lines and paint (like a ‘Toon) as opposed to molecules, genomes and cells (like organic matter), then there are just a different set of laws that govern you. Kind of like the difference between Canada and the United States (ed’s note, thank the Gods for Canada).

As many of you know, people piss me off. And by people, I do specifically intend how the collective tends to have a lower IQ than the state of Texas. And I saw that every intellectual flaw in the average person in the 21^ST Century has a severe disconnect with cardinal laws of physics.

Then I had a bizzare flashback to University. Toon physics. The article I read in my inebriated days kept me in stitches. And without anything gigantic to post lately, I thought I’d share. Id est, two favourites:

Cartoon Law I

Any body suspended in space will remain in space until made aware of its situation.
Daffy Duck steps off a cliff, expecting further pastureland. He loiters in midair, soliloquizing flippantly, until he chances to look down. At this point, the familiar principle of 32 feet per second per second takes over.

Cartoon Law IX

Everything falls faster than an anvil.

Full list can be found here.

And, seeing as this is gratuitous filler, I would like to promote my MiniCity, New Delphi. Click the link (daily) and help my city grow. Hat tip to MCF for creating his own, and thus inspiring me to make my own.

That is all.

30 days of pre-vis

With all the facucta nonsesne in my ‘Golden World’ lately, mostly surrounding misreading friends who stab you in the back, and of course the nonsense going on at work with really petty superiors, it becomes easy to lose focus. I did not come out here to NOT work in film. I did not leave family and friends behind NOT to find any new, real friends. But, through the crap, sometimes it’s very hard to lose sight of what’s important.

Being a filmie, there starts to become a very simple way regain focus. Pre-vis. Or, for those NOT in the know (Todd this category always seems to revolve around you) pre-visualization. In filmic terms, storyboarding, animatics, and roughly shot video footage fall in this category. It helps bridge the gap from imagination to tangiability.

Like the next month. Ughh. It’s gonna be hell. Work is the worst in the upcoming month. But one month from now, less one day, I will be here. And to ease the next month, to bridge the gap I will endure, I had to do the following pre-visualizational technique:

My Gods, I make this look good!

That is all.

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