Bah #3

I never seem to get to writing like I want to. I come home, decompress, watch the game, or destroy my enemies in some digital fantasy, read a book, bother to shave, talk on the phone, or watch a bad movie. Then its midnight and I don't have time to spill my guts.

I want to write about the black Hawk Down soundtrack, and how I'd like to compose a War CD and send it to some unit in Iraq, and tell the tale of my first War Tape I made during Gulf 1.0b.

High altitude nuclear explosions. What its like to not have a parathyroid, and my pathology report. The basics of 3d modeling and rendering. Taser bullets. Why work sucks and how I could use a better job. Say Hi to my mom. Complain about my sunburnt knees. More renderings to come, a new digital female, a Hapless Ass beer advertisement, a rendered glass of scotch on the rocks, the complete working 3D bar, the Raptor and the Tyrannosaurus, and test renders of the Cthulhu model. The annoyances of the ACLU. It Came From Arlington. Glitches in movies, and an analysis of bad movies, especially science fiction, and why it is a good thing I shouldn't be in command of a starship, if there ever was such a thing. The Higgs boson, and why string theory is still a load of bunk. Comments on Den Beste's energy postings, and Heinlein's Shipstones. What I saw in Germany 1990-92. The implications of the mathematical theorems and why people won't worry. Weird spam I get. And probably other things.

I'll do it later. I gotta get some sleep.