Wall 155: Outaline
Terrible day at work. Good day of wallpapering.
Rejoice in end-stopping.
Wall 104: Stilts
Everyone, quick, go to Wolfram Alpha right now. Play with it, then come back here. http://www.wolframalpha.com/
May prove useful.
Those waiting for the Chapter 3 of “Noir Upton,” sit tight.
Wall 88: Signal vs Noise Suite
Today I am proud to show you my latest work. Signal is a beauty. I managed to render it during the school day yesterday, allowing for the usual night-time render time to complete….
Noise…. which is positively menacing as a background. It loos like there is a whole in your screen, reaching deep, deep down into the depths of your soul. I’m really happy with this suite.
I would like to define some terminology:
A comparison is when I give you two essentially identical wallpapers with differing background colors.
A suite is when I present multiple wallpapers of the same general theme, but of differing content.
I would also like to mention that I took a considerable (8 hours and change) gamble to produce Noise. When rendering, all I saw was black. I couldn’t separate it easily from the Apophysis background…. so it was a pleasant surprise to see it turn out alright in the negative version (that’s what I call the renders minus the backgrounds)
I do know that this name constuct is not unique. Enjoy anyways. And stay safe, everyone. Also, don’t sneeze on me.
Wall 79: Noir
Tonight, Uppy and I are going to write a continuing chapter of….
NOIR UPTON
Mommy wasz happy. She knew that the plumber would be able to fix this messy situation. He did so on a regular basis. He could unclog anything. Hell, his initials were BM. And then, there was the promise of Splash Bay Adventure.
“Splash Bay Adventure!” Upton said with throaty enthusiasm. He pressed himself up against the glass of the plumber’s car. The car sounded excited too, but then Upton realized it was rjun dowen and just angry.
“I promise I’ll take you there after we take care of this mess,” the plumber said.
“Yeah right. You’ll probably just karate chop me again.” Upton harrumphed. The plumber often karate chpped Upton’s spirits. “you arfednt much of a morning person.ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ”
“hey, no need to mocvk.
“sorry.”
“Where is this place anyways?” the plbumber asked.
“I dont know. It was past my bedtime last night. It was dark. Musta been around 10:30 o so. Wait, pull in here.” Upton pointed at an old brick building with an alley in the back. The bricks faded and crubmeled in spots. A small cellar door tucked itself away alogn the alley.
They got out and walked down the alley. The shades on a seconfd sotry window peeped open and then shut again. Upton knocked once more on the door to the speakeasy.
*crfunchc rfunc hc rfunch!
This time there was no answer.
Babyface “beanpaw” Upton adjusted his trenchcoat. The plumber pulled up his pants.
From the street, tires sqealed. The plumber’s car flashed past thealley.
“My lunger was in there. No what are we gonna do?”
“And your monkey wrenhc! AhahhahhahahahahQ!” Upton cackeld.
“I have one idea. One idea,” Max said, emerging from the shdaows of the alleyway. “I’ll get you in the club. I know the password.”
“What is it?” the plumber asked. “It’s only getting wetter in there.” Upton’s eyebrows furrowed curiosuly.
Max came closer. “One Orange. One Orange.”
“Two Oranges?”
“No. One Orange. One Orange.”
“Let’s get in there.” Upton said.
Wall 32: Lace
My elation has changed to a sweaty feeling in my hands. I need to condense all my ability, everything I have to show myself to be and become, into a 15 minute presentation. Should I attach lace trimmings and curly braces? Is the lace really ragged? I don’t know, but I intend to find out.
I think that may be the key.
Wall 29: Spectre
Like an oscillating fan turned on its side, I can also look down. That trend, well, it can trend downward as well. What’s left when you pass through the narrows of Now? Memories and intentions. Dreams and scars. And a heart beat.
Coffee has become my cigarettes. The idea has consumed me beyond the experience. I guess that is more efficient: using the idea of something instead of itself to comfort you. I can hide as long as I can think, and can think as long as I can hide. Yes, cyclic and comfortable. Opinion O meeting Idea I. But there is a World W out there, and I intend to share my Input and for others to see my Output. I/O, emo, I got so emotional baby, everytime I think of you…ou…ou.
I think I need some coffee. It makes my heart beat harder, and I can feel everything anew.
Wall 9: Sketch
Today was sunny and warm. This was not meant to be a weather report.
check out this website, if you, like me, step slightly out of the way to avoid stepping on an ant http://www.nybooks.com/articles/22356
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