Friday, November 03, 2006
Also could I ask you vote for me in the little irish blogs banner in the sidebar?, thanks.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Sunday, October 29, 2006
going cycling tomorrow with chris, rory and angus and then we'll possibly parody good riddance (time of your life) with our down market musical abilities. (no one has a drumkit, no one can sing and ill be damned if any of us have ever touched a violin/cello thing in our lives!)
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Also I have a sailing regatta at 12 today, rory'll be there (i hope) and rory, if your reading this i dont have your password thing yet. I'm hoping to get some skating in afterwards but its ending at 3 so i dont know if i'll have time to go into bray. I gotta go have breakfast now, bye
I have done some work, and it now comes in green:
and this time a more simple orange design:
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Also its only a few more days to hallowe'en! and, as it happens, on hallowe'en morning i am going on a hike (more of a walk) from bray to greystones with scouts (Rory and maybe Angus will be there) so if anyone sees me in bray rather overdressed for a day out on the town, thats why. Until next time....
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
I've just finished making a flash website, a homepage with galleries, links, bios etc. and now find myself unable to host it! If anyone knows a good (no add) webhost service (a free one too) then PLEASE tell me! I NEED YOUR HELP!
firstly, i have found, through an endless chain of links and more links how to access my eircom webbuilder, so crisis averted. Also, if anyone needs a good hosting service, while i was scouring the internet i chanced upon angelfire, i had heard of them before but never tried them and i have been pleasantly surprised. click here to go to angelfire.com They do not allow backlinking for obvious reasons but are still a very helpful site.
and yes eircom, im still mad.
Man, I need something to say! Does anyone know how on earth one would go about getting in such a mindset that they would actually enjoy texturing a model? When I talk to people on the internet, they say texturing can make a bad model good, and make any low poly model look amazingly intracate, and from experience I agree, but its sooooo boring!! I might make a texture for one or two polygons of an object and then BAM! I get bored and leave that model for ever. Texturing is such a chore it even puts me off modeling. which is bad.
Also I broke my phone, again. I've had the same model twice and the first time, the screen broke when i took a step wearing jeans (the phone was in my pocket). Walking shouldn't break a phone!. This time i think it has something to do with my breast pocket moving slightly to the left. Or maybe it was a small area of high air pressure which caused the screen to implode. Either way its broken and I need to get another one. No way am i getting that model again!
If anyone is interested in 3d modeling there is a free program called gmax which was develpoed by autodesk for modding games such as flight sim and battelfield2. I learned 3d modeling on it and although its really hard to learn, its almost an exact copy of 3ds max and so is a very helpful for learning before spending loads of money on a different program. The only downfall is that it doesn't have a rendering suite but they can be downloaded seperately for it.
Cllick here to download it/learn more.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Anywho.. hey look! a post!! cool.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
(the picture on the bottom is a wireframe to show the amout of polygons involved)
Here it is with a background, bump mapping and lights as suggested by Sam in comments:
I'm aware the back ground isn't very good
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Once upon a time in a town called Nantucket,
Where the people eat their food from a bucket.
There lived a man by the name of Nick,
Who rode around showing off his giant...stick.
The people tried to lift it but no one could,
this truly impressive hunk of wood.
So Nick laughed maniacally until he cried,
Until the hairs on his head turned white and died.
His high pitched, nasal, nerdy, laugh,
made the townsfolk really mad.
So one night while he was mocking their puny strength,
They bludgeoned him to death with a monkey wrench.
Now it said that on a dark night,
while walking a dusty path,
It is said thea one can get quite a fright.
When they hear Nicks nasal, ghostly laugh.
The moral of this story, friends and aquantences,
Is that maybe we should all have a little more patience.
With the weedy townsfolk from the town of Nantucket,
Lest we end up in their feeding buckets!
By the way im not trying to offend anyone... I'm sure Nantucket folk are as muscular and civilised as the next, but i needed the name for its rhyming qualities. Also here is my most recent 3d model: space station2, about 10-20 minutes of work.
Monday, October 16, 2006
Sunday, October 15, 2006
also i am aware that hallowe'en is two weeks away but i'll have you know that the little horned men are couch potatos for the rest of the year so they need two weeks of solid working out and greasing up before the big day. and when i said shoddily made digging tools i meant really shoddily made digging tools. we're not talking rusty spades, oh no, we're talking badly shaped trowels that the corpse men have whitled with their teeth from bits of the little children they eat. anywho.... i was sailing yesterday with rory and today i'm going cycling today.
16 days to hallowe'en! whooo!
Saturday, October 14, 2006
its coming, once again the little horned men are working out and greasing themselves up so that by th 31st they'll be oily and strong enough to open the gates of hell. robed warlocks are dusting off their hats and buying new batteries for their assorted glowey bits and bobs and the old man in the cellar who makes ridiculous rubber masks is finaly getting paid for his work. the dead are trying to claw their way up to the surface with shoddily made digging tools and foolishly long nails and the lead guitarist of slipknot has started to refuse to come out into the daylight. Im talking of course about hallowe'en, that time of year when its okay to key your neighbours car and pop out of a bush to scare the little old lady at number 14. the time of year when sacrificing your best friend to the demon gigglimesh is not considered morally wrong and where you can cover your 5 a day fruit and veg with chocolate and still call yourself a healthy eater, so crack open a keg of mining grade explosives, sharpen your kitchen tools and stock up on canned food and batteries. you may never eat again.
Friday, October 13, 2006
so in brief ive been sailing, in the Czech Republic ,camping ,going to school, going to Dun Laoghire, going to toms house, mountainbiking and skateboarding. All of this and of course the ongoing search for a reasonably priced top hat.
on the computer however, under my many avatars (karatekid samas, dillonosullivan, walkin dude and angry nudist) i've been delving deep into the 3d modelling world with predictable results: widespread death and destruction. here are some of my most recent modeling attempts on 3dsmax 8:
This one could be a level of some kind...
This one a morning star, mace, flail thing..
this one a halloweeny graveyard..
and this one a yacht.
Hope you like, ill have more pictures soon no doubt.
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Monday, May 22, 2006
Dam pens make me soo mad! anywho, science tomorrow and history. We shall have to see how i do then....
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Sunday, April 09, 2006
( actually i couldn't care less if i tried but i needed an excuse to mention manly cheek bones)
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Monday, April 03, 2006
Friday, March 31, 2006
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Breakfast On Mars
Today had been a pretty cool day, I had eaten, shopped, rolled and hovered through the streets and shops of all the major cities in the solar system. And now I was coming to the last stop, Mars.
Martians are a pretty backwards bunch, they drive on the ground with so called ‘wheels’ ( They say its keeping with good old human tradition but I think its just weird.) and they start the day with dinner and end it with breakfast.
(luckily they make a darn good breakfast) Also they live on a planet with fluctuating gravity so their clothes have a horrible tendency to get ripped off mid discussion.
I was now coming to the Mars ‘Home Dome™’ and my large amount of belts had just paid off because everyone else in the shuttle was now crawling around, red faced and embarrassed, trying to pick up their clothes that had just been ripped off. ‘’Gravity these days’’ I heard an old man swear behind me.
Presently the shuttle came to a halt in the dome and all the doors opened along with a bunch of ‘’thank you’’s and adds on the loud speaker. Excitedly I half skipped half walked out into the ever present night ( actually it was the evening but I was just trying to give you an idea of the dark sky, lights and stars.) ‘’Now for breakfast’’ I muttered and wandered out into the city under the Dome.
After a while I found a nice looking breakfast hole (don’t ask) and stepped in to find some more naked customers and a giant lava lamp. I walked over to the bar but when I saw the bar tender was being eaten by a giant prune, I did my best ‘’ I’ll leave you two alone’’ and left.
I walked over to the harbour keys and found a boat going over to the other side of the lake ( the lake is to provide a realistic amount of moisture in the air in the day and take in the condensation at night, so it also has a tide that was now starting to rise) I hopped on, paid the driver and sat back for the ride.
The other side seemed to be a lot more centred on food and so had a lot more breakfast holes. Three of them had the same prune problem as the last but finally I came to a fairly normal looking one. There was a dead prune on the floor so I assumed the staff were more heavily armed in this particular hole( again, don’t ask). I ordered some pancakes and because on mars they use old fashioned grilles rather than plasma cookers, I had a while to wait. I stepped into a pod and pressed a button marked ‘up’ and shot up the side of the building into the night sky.
When the pod stopped I had a view of he whole Home Dome™ and the surrounding landscape. Huge red volcanoes rose up into the starry night and massive sheets of frozen hydrogen rolled slowly down them. The red landscape was sliced up into sections by the massive glass tubes containing highways and railways needed to get to other smaller domes.
Tonight was cold, very cold and now that I felt that I noticed something else, there were huge drops of water forming on the roof of the Dome, three of them and they were starting to fall. slowly but surely the first drop started to fall towards the ground.
When the first 7 ton drop of condensation hit the north quays it was travelling at 800 miles per hour. It exploded and shot people, stalls and cars into each other and the whole mess into the wall of a nearby shop.
The second, travelling at around the same speed hit the middle of the lake and caused a small tsunami that chucked tons of water and a handful of boats up onto the quays on both sides of the lake.
The last, although it had a smaller distance to fall, was bigger and fell hard against the cone shaped cover on the top of the pod spire I was on and as if in slow motion the perfect sphere fell down to the streets below.
The people on New Wall Street in the food district had more to worry about than a 9 ton drop of water hurtling toward the ground, in fact no one was there when it hit because they had all been running away from something else. Three something else’s in fact. Three giant prunes charging at the people below.
I saw something else odd as well from my perch high above the Dome city, there were three law and order druids scaling the walls of the Dome and when they got about half way up they dropped, one after another towards the streets below.
Where they should have hit, I saw something that looked a lot like prune juice squirt up into the air and rain down on the wall of the dome.
Then from a huge speaker on the wall an alarm began to sound an I noticed an odd white sheet form on the waters of the lake. Ice. It was cold, really cold, and getting colder. Then my pod door unexpectedly swung open and a police shuttle came into view and pulled up by my pod. ‘’hop in!’’ shouted a metallic voice over the P.A. I shut my eyes and leaped ( just as a matter of interest I was 20,000 feet up)
Turns out the giant mutated prunes had shut down the heating system. And prune juice is brown, not the purple I thought. And now that I think about it, I Never Got My BREAKFAST!
( an essay I had to write for school, it's posted to show what actually goes on in my head!)