Yep, they do controlled burns out here in Washington.
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@Glitterati3D Well the wildfires have made the NY Times today with the following headline: Gatlinburg Wildfires Force Evacuations: 'It Was Like Driving Into Hell', though I haven't read it yet.
Glitterati3D
Dances with Bees
Yeah, when they had to evacuate that many people, folks started to pay attention. And, based on that video, I'd have to agree.
Hornet3d
Wise
Well this might be a better week, fingers crossed. The test results for the dog have come back and they are all clear. The antibiotics he was on have started to have an effect and he is slowly coming back to normal.
Still not sure what is happening with the credit cards but I spent what free time I had last week downloading and configuring password management software. Now I can at least have some secure passwords without me having to try and remember them all.
Still not sure what is happening with the credit cards but I spent what free time I had last week downloading and configuring password management software. Now I can at least have some secure passwords without me having to try and remember them all.
McGyver
Energetic
Hmmm... I haven't posted here for a long time... This might be a long one...
Hiya, Hornet3D...
I'm glad to hear your pooch is doing better.
Sorry to come in late...
I feel like I cheated on that one because I didn't put the full number of days of concern over the situation like everyone else here did...
Nor did I make any morale boosting comments...
I just wandered in after an extended absence and started reading...
I read the first post and said "ah, that sucks!"...
Well, to be honest... that was because I dropped my double fudge chocolate chip cookie and it rolled under the sofa before I even finished the first sentence...
It was the sofa with the stabby evil gnome living under it... But it worked out okay because he was out visiting a sick friend (apparently stabby evil gnomes have friends too... Who knew?...)...
But then I went back and re-read your post and felt bad because I didn't feel bad the first time and just focused on my cookie...
Then I felt even worse because the cookie I was eating was not the cookie I dropped... In fact it was an oatmeal raisin cookie...
Then I felt really bad because one of the raisins ran off and I realized it was just an oatmeal cookie...
Then I really, really felt bad because nobody in this house eats oatmeal cookies... Not even the damn gnome...
I hate that damn gnome.
The only person it could've belonged too was my dog or the people who used to live here before we bought this house...
I'm pretty sure there was no sofa in here when we bought the house, so I'm figuring it must have belonged to my dog.
He loved peanut butter oatmeal cookies... So I took another bite and I guess through the staleness I could detect a little bit of peanut butter taste, so I deduced it was his...
It did kind of taste like it was at least sixteen years old too...
Then I got bummed out because I realized my dog has been dead for sixteen years.
And I was eating a sixteen or seventeen year old cookie with some kind of large juicy beetles living in it.
That's a little depressing too...
Then I looked at the urn on the bookcase and started to wallow old timey black and white flashback memories...
Not as bad as the spinning headline things when I have a cut-scene the day after I do something stupid...
To me it seems just like yesterday that me and my dog were driving in my car or riding in the boat...
He was a terrible driver, but we used to have so much fun...
I wonder where he got that boat from... ?
I miss him.
He is in that urn on the bookcase... I put him there because when he was alive, that was his favorite place...
Well, the living room, not the urn on the bookcase.
He liked watching TV with me and drinking beer...
God, that dog loved beer...
His ashes are in there... Unincinerated he wouldn't have fit in any regular urns... although he did once get his nose stuck in a pudding can... Not the big ones that hold 8 pounds of pudding, the little ones that hold four.
I like pudding.
A lot.
It's really weird because those sixteen years just flew by... Some sort of time dilation effect from the interspatial rift in the other room probably, but depressing none the less.
Anyway, then I got annoyed with myself because I was focusing too much on my dog and my juicy beetle cookie and not your problem, so I finished up the old cookie and continued reading your post...
I'm sorry to hear that someone scammed your accounts and ripped you off too... I hate scammers.
I'd elaborate on that more but, lately I've been getting very angry about the state of affairs on this stupid planet...
Since the early part of November I totally stopped caring about world affairs, I decided people are irreparably stupid and everything is going to hell in a handbasket a lot faster then I thought it was gonna, so why bother to keep track of it... Just sit back and be surprised.
I had a teacher once who said it must be bliss to be dumb and happy, so I figured I've got the dumb part down maybe I should work on the happy.
Well, that and my wife says I should stop being so angry about stuff...
She also mentioned something about beer and junk food too...
Without anger and beer and assorted junk foods, I'd have nothing interesting in my life....
Apparently she didn't appreciate that... I didn't mean it the way that sounded, it just was not a well structured thought... That I said it out loud...
To her...
I do that a lot.
Do normal people have filters or internal monologue?
Anyway, I sort of agreed that I'd try not to be so angry about politics and injustices so much for a while...
Actually, I agreed not to be angry about : politics, world affairs, bad drivers, people who don't know how to drive a shopping cart (trolley), injustices, people for whom I move out of the way to let pass in narrow places... who then choose to stop and have a conversation with the idiot accompanying them... Right in front of me while I'm trapped in the space I stepped into to let them pass, that squirrel with half a tail who tried to blow me up last year (I'm not even making that up- it's true and a long story), politics, the stupid UPS guy who randomly keeps hiding packages UNDER the first step under my front door so when I step out the door, I trip on the package and fall down the steps and off the porch, people who take four hours to figure out how to use the self serve pump at the damn gas station... It's three lousy steps- swipe your card, lift the lever and squeeze the stinking trigger... It's not the primary launch sequencer for the mother lovin' space shuttle... It even has friggin' pictograms to walk you through the three simple steps for crying out loud...
Where was I...?
The stupid weather forecasters on News 12 (they actually had a forecaster who pronounced meteorologist- " meteor-urologist"), people who park 3 inches from my driver's door when I'm the only car in the damn lot (cars don't get lonely and need to snuggle), infomercials, commercials featuring washed up celebrities hawking miracle cures, voodoo vitamin supplements and payday loans with 35-40% interest rates (are you frikin' kidding me?), political stuff, scammer phone callers, anyone who rings my doorbell who is not there to hand me a huge sack of tax free cash, people who make u-turns in the turn around in my driveway and run off the driveway and run over stuff on my lawn, 21st century earth technology, people who have loud PERSONAL conversations on their Bluetooth device about stuff I can never unhear and am doomed to have nightmares about for eternity (I now have the mental image of a wrinkly festering butt boil seared into my brain forever- thank you pajama wearing big hair Walmart line lady), people who bring small dogs into Home Depot and let them walk (unattended) on the floor where I can't see them so when my trolley full of 800 lbs of cinder blocks and cement is about to pulverize them in an adorable reddish paste, I have to rip out every muscle in my body to make it stop in time... And same with people who let their toddlers go free range in dangerous DIY stores, people who take the stuff out of your cart and walk off with it the moment you turn your back, people who stand so close to you on a line that you can feel their freaky body heat (seriously I look crazy, why in the hell would anyone come anywhere near me?... Ya wanted to hug Jason from Friday the 13th, but could find him?), landscapers who keep leaving flyers on my door... (I like the rustic look, it worked for the damn pioneers... stop bothering me!)...
Uh...
Well... Clearly, you can see I might have a few anger issues...
I actually have a lot more, and I don't even know how I started writing so many so quickly, but I suppose I agreed not to let it get to me for a while...
Now I have to figure out what one "while" is equivalent to in hours or days...
Anyway...
I feel like somehow I've digressed from my original point...
Actually, I'm not really sure I ever had a point...
I know I read your post, dropped a cool chocolate fudge, fudge chocolate chip fudgy, fudge cookie, it got away so I ate the oatmeal-beetle cookie I found instead, then I reread your post, got bummed out and found another cookie with more beetles in it... Though they tasted more like cave crickets... (I left that step out) and then I started writing about stuff I agreed not to complain about...
And here we are...
But anyway, I did read the rest... The part about the forest fire... That wasn't you, but I know forest fires can be crazy bad...
On Long Island we get brush fires in some places... We have forests full of a type of highly flammable pine tree called "pitch pines" and they grow everywhere in my area (the crappy south shore)...
They don't throw well like the name suggests, but they burn like a mother... Uh...
Mother burning a cake... Accidentally...
A couple of years ago there was a huge brush fire featuring a forest full of very dry pitch pines, right next to a dead end industrial park. As I was leaving the complex the fire started to cross the road (the one road in/out), so of course the police officer directing traffic picked me to be the first person to stop and be head of the line...
There was no backing up because there were 66 billion other cars in back of me.
The fire started getting bad so the police officer took off... I suppose that meant "follow me" or "you're on your own" or "so long suckers"... But I admired the gesture.
I had gotten out of my truck and was talking to the taxi driver next to me while I wondered were the police dude disappeared to...
It was getting really hot and one of the street lamps near the fire drooped over and hit the ground, so I asked the taxi driver if he knew of a different way out or some back road...
He was like "oh yeah, sure around back by the old mental institution!"... "Hey!... Follow me!"... ( you have to say that with a groovy Greek accent)...
That opened up room for a lot of other questions...
Like... What exactly were you waiting for?
I know Greece has lots of bad brushfires and in the past a bunch of islands were sunk by a huge volcanic explosion, and traditionally the gods were always throwing lightning and fire at people, so maybe he felt he had a handle on it...
There were lots of other questions too, but once we started going down the back road which wasn't actually a road, more like a cat trail with no trees, impassable boulders or bottomless holes deep enough to fall into, a few came to mind...
I really wanted to ask how the hell did he know that this place existed... It was like one of those roads they find bodies buried in shallow graves along... Especially with the abandoned mental institution in the back (FYI- Suffolk County is home to two huge abandoned mental institutions... It would have been three, but they torn most of the third one down and turned the rest of the facility into a housing complex, shopping center and a haunted golf course).
Seriously, I had a 4x4 and I was getting the snot beat out of me by the bumps and he was driving a Ford crown Victoria... I imagine his front seat, dashboard and cupholders were littered with teeth and maybe an eyeball or two that got dislodged...
But anyway... Most of the rest of the people followed us and right after we bugged out, a big brush fire truck (military 6x6 converted into a brush guard covered fire truck) showed up and got that part of the fire under control, saving the complex...
The weird part was when I got home, about ten miles away, there were cornflake sized chunks of burned wood (some still sizzling and smoking) falling out of the sky... They made a weird tinkling sound as they landed...
It was snowing giant sizzling black snowflakes.
It was very surreal.
And once again I lost my point...
Does it annoy you when insane people make really long reply posts?
I wonder if I do it because I care or I'm crazy...
Probably both.
Anywho...
I also read the part about you driving in the fog being chased by werewolves... I felt bad about that too...
I read that part while distractedly chewing on a particularly squishy beetle, so I should probably have reread it, but I think that's what you said...
I felt bad about that...
It gets pretty foggy here too, and I like to chase people in the fog while wearing my werewolf costume...
It's not as realistic as my gorilla costume, but I figure werewolves go better with fog...
If it were just mist, maybe the gorilla costume might be more relevant, but it's usually more thick fog.
To be honest, I really wanted to make a good fish-man costume because we are pretty close to the water and there are lots of marshes nearby too... But I couldn't get a satisfactory fin-hand, and it was just easier to buy a werewolf suit.
But anyway, I felt bad because you mentioned how unnerved you were by the fog or the werewolves and I started to think that other people might not enjoy that either.
I felt bad about chasing all those little old ladies and random joggers...
Then I found my cookie... The one I lost first...
I felt a little better...
It was only a little hairy and dusty, but I ate it anyway...
I probably should of wiped it off first...
Oh well, nothing I can do about that now...
But anyway, I'm glad you found some distraction in Poser... I used to be able to use 3D model making as an interesting way to relax... But over the past year or so I think I reached some nexus point where I just got very annoyed with it.
DAZ Studio got a little more complicated with iRay, and some of the new changes really bugged me... The new poser came out but was too expensive (and I so far have missed every single sale... I hate when people make posts like "yeah I pick up Poser Pro 11 for $99 when they had it on sale last month"... Aaaaaaaah! Where do these sales come from!?!?!)...
Then I bought some modeling software that really didn't work as smoothly as it looked in the tutorials and I got sick of constantly going to their forums to hammer out problems.
I miss the old days where there were usually books made out of dead trees with actual ink lettering, where you could have a problem, go to page 345, read a bit, look at fig. 7a and go "Oooooh, I get it"... Instead of searching through thousands of search results and YouTube videos that seem like they hold the answer, but don't...
You are doing fine, creating stuff, making progress and then "BAM!", you hit a brick wall covered in broken glass and dog pee...
Metaphorically...
Mostly...
I hope it was dog pee...
I'm not sure how that's better than other brands of pee...
Oh well.
But I hate spending hours or days fixing a stupid simple problem that should be addressed in the non-existent manual... I hate this trend of everyone leaving the education to forums and YouTube...
The worst is when they make a basic online manual or PDF document, but it's for version 1.0000000076575475 and you have purchased version 8 and nothing is the same and everyone is like "it's covered in the manual"... Well, hell no it's not...Ugh.
So, I basically just stopped messing with 3D for probably almost a year now...
I'm not sure if I'm happier or just more annoyed with the world to the point where it seems I'm not missing making stuff...?
This isn't cheering you up, is it?
I really suck at cheering people up... I try and relate, but I end up diverging on a tangent, then I try and commiserate... That usually ends somewhere strange too... Then I try telling them that whatever is bumming them out is not that bad, but by using a worse example I usually just either scare the poop (that wasn't my first choice of words) out of them or give them nightmares...
I don't know where we are standing right now... This has been pretty long and I'm out of sofa cookies...
Actually, I don't even know if you need cheering up anymore anyway... I think I read the first post and subconsciously decided I was gonna cheer you up by getting you so confused and depressed that just finishing reading this post would seem like bliss, thereby creating a false sense of cheerfulness...
Then I ruined that by explaining it...
Wow, I really suck at this.
I should probably go.
That will probably cheer you up more than anything... Well, besides maybe winning the lottery or smiting all your enemies...
Smiting my enemies always cheers me up...
So did running around in the fog in the werewolf costume, but I guess that's off the table now too...
Well... I guess we both learned something...
I learned that other people might not enjoy being chased down a foggy road at night by a werewolf...
And you learned to skip over any posts associated with my avatar...
You might want to take a screen capture and print it out and tape it to the side of your monitor.
It will be time and ink well spent.
Well... I hope things work out and you feel better...
Cheers and beers and happiness...
-Vic
Hiya, Hornet3D...
I'm glad to hear your pooch is doing better.
Sorry to come in late...
I feel like I cheated on that one because I didn't put the full number of days of concern over the situation like everyone else here did...
Nor did I make any morale boosting comments...
I just wandered in after an extended absence and started reading...
I read the first post and said "ah, that sucks!"...
Well, to be honest... that was because I dropped my double fudge chocolate chip cookie and it rolled under the sofa before I even finished the first sentence...
It was the sofa with the stabby evil gnome living under it... But it worked out okay because he was out visiting a sick friend (apparently stabby evil gnomes have friends too... Who knew?...)...
But then I went back and re-read your post and felt bad because I didn't feel bad the first time and just focused on my cookie...
Then I felt even worse because the cookie I was eating was not the cookie I dropped... In fact it was an oatmeal raisin cookie...
Then I felt really bad because one of the raisins ran off and I realized it was just an oatmeal cookie...
Then I really, really felt bad because nobody in this house eats oatmeal cookies... Not even the damn gnome...
I hate that damn gnome.
The only person it could've belonged too was my dog or the people who used to live here before we bought this house...
I'm pretty sure there was no sofa in here when we bought the house, so I'm figuring it must have belonged to my dog.
He loved peanut butter oatmeal cookies... So I took another bite and I guess through the staleness I could detect a little bit of peanut butter taste, so I deduced it was his...
It did kind of taste like it was at least sixteen years old too...
Then I got bummed out because I realized my dog has been dead for sixteen years.
And I was eating a sixteen or seventeen year old cookie with some kind of large juicy beetles living in it.
That's a little depressing too...
Then I looked at the urn on the bookcase and started to wallow old timey black and white flashback memories...
Not as bad as the spinning headline things when I have a cut-scene the day after I do something stupid...
To me it seems just like yesterday that me and my dog were driving in my car or riding in the boat...
He was a terrible driver, but we used to have so much fun...
I wonder where he got that boat from... ?
I miss him.
He is in that urn on the bookcase... I put him there because when he was alive, that was his favorite place...
Well, the living room, not the urn on the bookcase.
He liked watching TV with me and drinking beer...
God, that dog loved beer...
His ashes are in there... Unincinerated he wouldn't have fit in any regular urns... although he did once get his nose stuck in a pudding can... Not the big ones that hold 8 pounds of pudding, the little ones that hold four.
I like pudding.
A lot.
It's really weird because those sixteen years just flew by... Some sort of time dilation effect from the interspatial rift in the other room probably, but depressing none the less.
Anyway, then I got annoyed with myself because I was focusing too much on my dog and my juicy beetle cookie and not your problem, so I finished up the old cookie and continued reading your post...
I'm sorry to hear that someone scammed your accounts and ripped you off too... I hate scammers.
I'd elaborate on that more but, lately I've been getting very angry about the state of affairs on this stupid planet...
Since the early part of November I totally stopped caring about world affairs, I decided people are irreparably stupid and everything is going to hell in a handbasket a lot faster then I thought it was gonna, so why bother to keep track of it... Just sit back and be surprised.
I had a teacher once who said it must be bliss to be dumb and happy, so I figured I've got the dumb part down maybe I should work on the happy.
Well, that and my wife says I should stop being so angry about stuff...
She also mentioned something about beer and junk food too...
Without anger and beer and assorted junk foods, I'd have nothing interesting in my life....
Apparently she didn't appreciate that... I didn't mean it the way that sounded, it just was not a well structured thought... That I said it out loud...
To her...
I do that a lot.
Do normal people have filters or internal monologue?
Anyway, I sort of agreed that I'd try not to be so angry about politics and injustices so much for a while...
Actually, I agreed not to be angry about : politics, world affairs, bad drivers, people who don't know how to drive a shopping cart (trolley), injustices, people for whom I move out of the way to let pass in narrow places... who then choose to stop and have a conversation with the idiot accompanying them... Right in front of me while I'm trapped in the space I stepped into to let them pass, that squirrel with half a tail who tried to blow me up last year (I'm not even making that up- it's true and a long story), politics, the stupid UPS guy who randomly keeps hiding packages UNDER the first step under my front door so when I step out the door, I trip on the package and fall down the steps and off the porch, people who take four hours to figure out how to use the self serve pump at the damn gas station... It's three lousy steps- swipe your card, lift the lever and squeeze the stinking trigger... It's not the primary launch sequencer for the mother lovin' space shuttle... It even has friggin' pictograms to walk you through the three simple steps for crying out loud...
Where was I...?
The stupid weather forecasters on News 12 (they actually had a forecaster who pronounced meteorologist- " meteor-urologist"), people who park 3 inches from my driver's door when I'm the only car in the damn lot (cars don't get lonely and need to snuggle), infomercials, commercials featuring washed up celebrities hawking miracle cures, voodoo vitamin supplements and payday loans with 35-40% interest rates (are you frikin' kidding me?), political stuff, scammer phone callers, anyone who rings my doorbell who is not there to hand me a huge sack of tax free cash, people who make u-turns in the turn around in my driveway and run off the driveway and run over stuff on my lawn, 21st century earth technology, people who have loud PERSONAL conversations on their Bluetooth device about stuff I can never unhear and am doomed to have nightmares about for eternity (I now have the mental image of a wrinkly festering butt boil seared into my brain forever- thank you pajama wearing big hair Walmart line lady), people who bring small dogs into Home Depot and let them walk (unattended) on the floor where I can't see them so when my trolley full of 800 lbs of cinder blocks and cement is about to pulverize them in an adorable reddish paste, I have to rip out every muscle in my body to make it stop in time... And same with people who let their toddlers go free range in dangerous DIY stores, people who take the stuff out of your cart and walk off with it the moment you turn your back, people who stand so close to you on a line that you can feel their freaky body heat (seriously I look crazy, why in the hell would anyone come anywhere near me?... Ya wanted to hug Jason from Friday the 13th, but could find him?), landscapers who keep leaving flyers on my door... (I like the rustic look, it worked for the damn pioneers... stop bothering me!)...
Uh...
Well... Clearly, you can see I might have a few anger issues...
I actually have a lot more, and I don't even know how I started writing so many so quickly, but I suppose I agreed not to let it get to me for a while...
Now I have to figure out what one "while" is equivalent to in hours or days...
Anyway...
I feel like somehow I've digressed from my original point...
Actually, I'm not really sure I ever had a point...
I know I read your post, dropped a cool chocolate fudge, fudge chocolate chip fudgy, fudge cookie, it got away so I ate the oatmeal-beetle cookie I found instead, then I reread your post, got bummed out and found another cookie with more beetles in it... Though they tasted more like cave crickets... (I left that step out) and then I started writing about stuff I agreed not to complain about...
And here we are...
But anyway, I did read the rest... The part about the forest fire... That wasn't you, but I know forest fires can be crazy bad...
On Long Island we get brush fires in some places... We have forests full of a type of highly flammable pine tree called "pitch pines" and they grow everywhere in my area (the crappy south shore)...
They don't throw well like the name suggests, but they burn like a mother... Uh...
Mother burning a cake... Accidentally...
A couple of years ago there was a huge brush fire featuring a forest full of very dry pitch pines, right next to a dead end industrial park. As I was leaving the complex the fire started to cross the road (the one road in/out), so of course the police officer directing traffic picked me to be the first person to stop and be head of the line...
There was no backing up because there were 66 billion other cars in back of me.
The fire started getting bad so the police officer took off... I suppose that meant "follow me" or "you're on your own" or "so long suckers"... But I admired the gesture.
I had gotten out of my truck and was talking to the taxi driver next to me while I wondered were the police dude disappeared to...
It was getting really hot and one of the street lamps near the fire drooped over and hit the ground, so I asked the taxi driver if he knew of a different way out or some back road...
He was like "oh yeah, sure around back by the old mental institution!"... "Hey!... Follow me!"... ( you have to say that with a groovy Greek accent)...
That opened up room for a lot of other questions...
Like... What exactly were you waiting for?
I know Greece has lots of bad brushfires and in the past a bunch of islands were sunk by a huge volcanic explosion, and traditionally the gods were always throwing lightning and fire at people, so maybe he felt he had a handle on it...
There were lots of other questions too, but once we started going down the back road which wasn't actually a road, more like a cat trail with no trees, impassable boulders or bottomless holes deep enough to fall into, a few came to mind...
I really wanted to ask how the hell did he know that this place existed... It was like one of those roads they find bodies buried in shallow graves along... Especially with the abandoned mental institution in the back (FYI- Suffolk County is home to two huge abandoned mental institutions... It would have been three, but they torn most of the third one down and turned the rest of the facility into a housing complex, shopping center and a haunted golf course).
Seriously, I had a 4x4 and I was getting the snot beat out of me by the bumps and he was driving a Ford crown Victoria... I imagine his front seat, dashboard and cupholders were littered with teeth and maybe an eyeball or two that got dislodged...
But anyway... Most of the rest of the people followed us and right after we bugged out, a big brush fire truck (military 6x6 converted into a brush guard covered fire truck) showed up and got that part of the fire under control, saving the complex...
The weird part was when I got home, about ten miles away, there were cornflake sized chunks of burned wood (some still sizzling and smoking) falling out of the sky... They made a weird tinkling sound as they landed...
It was snowing giant sizzling black snowflakes.
It was very surreal.
And once again I lost my point...
Does it annoy you when insane people make really long reply posts?
I wonder if I do it because I care or I'm crazy...
Probably both.
Anywho...
I also read the part about you driving in the fog being chased by werewolves... I felt bad about that too...
I read that part while distractedly chewing on a particularly squishy beetle, so I should probably have reread it, but I think that's what you said...
I felt bad about that...
It gets pretty foggy here too, and I like to chase people in the fog while wearing my werewolf costume...
It's not as realistic as my gorilla costume, but I figure werewolves go better with fog...
If it were just mist, maybe the gorilla costume might be more relevant, but it's usually more thick fog.
To be honest, I really wanted to make a good fish-man costume because we are pretty close to the water and there are lots of marshes nearby too... But I couldn't get a satisfactory fin-hand, and it was just easier to buy a werewolf suit.
But anyway, I felt bad because you mentioned how unnerved you were by the fog or the werewolves and I started to think that other people might not enjoy that either.
I felt bad about chasing all those little old ladies and random joggers...
Then I found my cookie... The one I lost first...
I felt a little better...
It was only a little hairy and dusty, but I ate it anyway...
I probably should of wiped it off first...
Oh well, nothing I can do about that now...
But anyway, I'm glad you found some distraction in Poser... I used to be able to use 3D model making as an interesting way to relax... But over the past year or so I think I reached some nexus point where I just got very annoyed with it.
DAZ Studio got a little more complicated with iRay, and some of the new changes really bugged me... The new poser came out but was too expensive (and I so far have missed every single sale... I hate when people make posts like "yeah I pick up Poser Pro 11 for $99 when they had it on sale last month"... Aaaaaaaah! Where do these sales come from!?!?!)...
Then I bought some modeling software that really didn't work as smoothly as it looked in the tutorials and I got sick of constantly going to their forums to hammer out problems.
I miss the old days where there were usually books made out of dead trees with actual ink lettering, where you could have a problem, go to page 345, read a bit, look at fig. 7a and go "Oooooh, I get it"... Instead of searching through thousands of search results and YouTube videos that seem like they hold the answer, but don't...
You are doing fine, creating stuff, making progress and then "BAM!", you hit a brick wall covered in broken glass and dog pee...
Metaphorically...
Mostly...
I hope it was dog pee...
I'm not sure how that's better than other brands of pee...
Oh well.
But I hate spending hours or days fixing a stupid simple problem that should be addressed in the non-existent manual... I hate this trend of everyone leaving the education to forums and YouTube...
The worst is when they make a basic online manual or PDF document, but it's for version 1.0000000076575475 and you have purchased version 8 and nothing is the same and everyone is like "it's covered in the manual"... Well, hell no it's not...Ugh.
So, I basically just stopped messing with 3D for probably almost a year now...
I'm not sure if I'm happier or just more annoyed with the world to the point where it seems I'm not missing making stuff...?
This isn't cheering you up, is it?
I really suck at cheering people up... I try and relate, but I end up diverging on a tangent, then I try and commiserate... That usually ends somewhere strange too... Then I try telling them that whatever is bumming them out is not that bad, but by using a worse example I usually just either scare the poop (that wasn't my first choice of words) out of them or give them nightmares...
I don't know where we are standing right now... This has been pretty long and I'm out of sofa cookies...
Actually, I don't even know if you need cheering up anymore anyway... I think I read the first post and subconsciously decided I was gonna cheer you up by getting you so confused and depressed that just finishing reading this post would seem like bliss, thereby creating a false sense of cheerfulness...
Then I ruined that by explaining it...
Wow, I really suck at this.
I should probably go.
That will probably cheer you up more than anything... Well, besides maybe winning the lottery or smiting all your enemies...
Smiting my enemies always cheers me up...
So did running around in the fog in the werewolf costume, but I guess that's off the table now too...
Well... I guess we both learned something...
I learned that other people might not enjoy being chased down a foggy road at night by a werewolf...
And you learned to skip over any posts associated with my avatar...
You might want to take a screen capture and print it out and tape it to the side of your monitor.
It will be time and ink well spent.
Well... I hope things work out and you feel better...
Cheers and beers and happiness...
-Vic
Hornet3d
Wise
What can I say McGyver, and I thought I had problems. I did read it all although I think I an going to have to read it a few times more as I sense I might have missed a few important points along the way.
I was going to say I like your train of thought but I think it is more river like as it tends to meander a lot
. There is a lot I can relate to in there though, not the dog with a boat mind, he is one of the few dogs that hates water, something anyone would soon find out if they tried to give him a bath.
I am often told by my wife not to get so stressed out about things and looking at the point we have reached globally I have decided she is probably right, for this week at least. I also did not buy the latest Poser both cost, complexity and security features put me off so I am really not too bothered with the sales as that only addresses one of the problems. There is so much else I can relate to but I don't share your level of imagination......sorry I meant don't have such a clear memory.
As for being late, well you certainly made up for it when you did join in. Thanks so much for adding such a well thought out ummm...........reply, it certainly lightened my mood.
I was going to say I like your train of thought but I think it is more river like as it tends to meander a lot
. There is a lot I can relate to in there though, not the dog with a boat mind, he is one of the few dogs that hates water, something anyone would soon find out if they tried to give him a bath.I am often told by my wife not to get so stressed out about things and looking at the point we have reached globally I have decided she is probably right, for this week at least. I also did not buy the latest Poser both cost, complexity and security features put me off so I am really not too bothered with the sales as that only addresses one of the problems. There is so much else I can relate to but I don't share your level of imagination......sorry I meant don't have such a clear memory.
As for being late, well you certainly made up for it when you did join in. Thanks so much for adding such a well thought out ummm...........reply, it certainly lightened my mood.
