I usually don't like to show unfinished stuff in my blog, but this animation came out good enough that I'll make an exception. It's encoded with XviD so you'll need that codec to see it. I've spent way too much time designing that thing and still more will go into it before it's done (unless it goes the way of so many other projects and ends up in the 'unfinished' bin). I've started a bit on the balloon for it (here's a still) but there's still some work to do on that and then I want to make a simple scene to put the whole thing in. Just a month left to finals though, so maybe I'd better put it on ice.

Listening to: The Vines - Highly Evolved

Made this this morning. Hardly original, but I think it came out rather nice.
Today was quite a lovely day. I spent a few hours out walking in the Nosten forest. Brought a sketchbook and pencils, but didn't really draw much. I think I'll bring my hunter's backpack (the one with the foldable seat) next time since convenient rocks and logs aren't always available around interesting motifs and I don't like to draw standing.

Listening to: Fairport Convention - Bridge Over the River Ash

Having a dull day? Want a good laugh?
Read and be amused
Whatever happened to 'love thy neighbor'? ^^

Listening to: Counting Crows - A Murder of One

"I got busted, so I used my one phone call to dedicate a song for you on the radio..."
It begins like that. I just heard it on the radio (on the way home from driving mom to the airport), but the news cut in before I could hear what the song or artist was called. If you happen to know, do tell. Songs that make me laugh when I'm tired in the morning become instant favorites.
In other news I'm once again hooked on 3d animation and have spent way too much time on it this week (I'm building an airship). Really should concentrate on studying.

Listening to: Amadou & Mariam - La Réalité

No?
Watch these and see if you can say the same afterwards ^^

Had a morning lecture on Thursday so I had to get up at seven, then no lectures at all on Friday so I stayed up until three or four Thursday night and got up around eleven then didn't go to bed until almost two even though I had to get up at a quarter to seven for tennis on Saturday. Somehow stayed awake late on Saturday anyway so I got up at a quarter past ten today. I really need to even this out a bit or I'll have trouble keeping my brain in line and focused on studying.
My unfocused brain was more interested in painting so here's my first ever oil painting. It hasn't even dried yet and I've already given it away to my little brother as a birthday present (along with Pratchett's Wee Free Men and a book about reading clouds).

"I hope you're not a fan of other people's respect"
I came across that phrase today, one I'd gladly wear on a teeshirt. It popped up in an art forum after someone mentioned he was an accountant and a Jehova's Witness.

listening to: Lars Winnerbäck - Kom ihåg mig

I normally don't remember anything of my dreams, so now when one has finally stayed with me I feel like sharing it. Or at least what little I remember.
The reason I remember anything of it is that it finally got disturbing enough to wake me. Not really a nightmare, just a really weird dream.
The most noticeable detail of this dream were the ever present shrimp. Not whole shrimp, just the meaty part of the tail with the end left on it like they usually serve them in Japan. They were pink so they were obviously cooked. Still, cooked and headless they were alive and crawling around and I remember that in the dream I felt they were unclean. Kind of like maggots.
I was walking with thin and dirty people, they were ignoring me and this was as it should be. They had shrimp crawling on them and even more shrimp were crawling on their babies that they were carrying in net sacks (the kind that potatoes and carrots are sometimes sold in) over their shoulders. The landscape was bleak and featureless in the way of dreams. A hut came up, a fairly big one. I walked in and the air was very bad, there were shrimp everywhere and on the left inside the door was a pile of babies in sacks reaching all the way up to the ceiling... then I woke up, checked that there were no shrimp in my bedding and went back to sleep.
I used to be annoyed that I couldn't remember my dreams, but if they're usually like this I'm kind of glad I don't.
And now it's time to sleep again, getting up to play tennis in five hours.

Two new courses starting tomorrow, Gravitation & Cosmology (about general relativity) and Atmosphere Physics. The first class starts at 8:15 so i really should be sleeping by now. I am not for the simple reason that I'm not tired. Just spent forty minutes listening to the ticking of one of my alarm clocks.
So I got up to write a short entry and hope that I'll be able to get to sleep afterwards.
The centerpiece of this entry is a digital painting I've been working on sporadically all week.

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Here's a close-up of the face.
I've been reading the elder Edda and Odin's (Othinn, Ygg, Tund, Grimner, Allfather, Valfather... whatever you choose to call him) been poking around the back of my head and came out a bit in that picture.

Listening to: Rush - Cygnus X-1 Book II Hemispheres

I never learn to copy my posts before trying to publish them. Before the net ate it this was about how I'm now feeling better and how I cured my boredom and self pity with nothing more than a half full (right now it's half full, it was half empty earlier today) tube of toothpaste.

Listening to: Supergrass - Sun Hits the Sky

They had a Japanese night at the Kalmar Nation pub yesterday. I knew some people I know would be there and figured I might go out and be social for once. Unfortunately the ones I know well were stuck in the kitchen cooking for most of the evening (the place, like all the pubs of all the nations, is run by students) so I made small talk with friends of friends for a couple of hours, had some halfway decent sushi and went home.
Today is damp and cloudy and I get bored five seconds into anything I start doing, I'm sure you know the kind of day. I'm actually glad my break ends on Monday (for a long time I thought it was Monday this week), I even went and bought some of the literature and started reading ahead. If you've seen Schutz' 'A First Course in General Relativity' you know that it's probably the most boring looking book in existance. It is better on the inside, not graphically, but the text is good. Why can't they at least try to make the books look interesting? For this kind of book it probably wouldn't do anything for the sales, but it'd make the students who have to buy it feel like it might have been money well spent.

Go and listen to this, it's been the high point of my day thus far:
http://bennycent.ytmnd.com/

Listening to: A pretty bad recording of Musorgskij's Pictures at an Exhibition, currently Gnomo