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February 4, 2005An Introduction to Animation Our first animation project is to animate anything. Those feeling especially ambitious could choose to animate a mecha battle, or a horseback rider, or a spider scampering across the road and being run over by a chicken, or whatever other wildy complicated scenario we might dream up. The less ambitious lot of us could do a bouncing ball or something. Anything. It really only needs to be a second or two long. Ten drawings minimum. Just a pass or fail assignment designed to prepare us for our new life in the animation room. Anyway, I ran into someone who'd taken intro to animation with a different teacher, and we started talking. "Yeah," I said, mid conversation. I don't know what I was replying to, but I'm pretty sure I said "Yeah," at that point. "I've got to animate something by next week." "Next week?" he sounded surprised. "Dang. What do you need to animate?" "Something," I replied. That felt redundant, so I decided to clarify. "Our first assignment is to animate anything. Whatever we want." "Oh, yeah. I did that." "Cool. What did you do for yours?" He told me, although I must not have been at the height of my retentive abilities at the time, because I felt the need for clarification. "Wait." I paused to compile my thoughts. "You're saying," I felt I was ready to continue, "that the first thing you ever animated," it broke my rhythm, but I took a breath here anyway, because I felt it might be necessary to continue, "was some guy frying eggs in a kitchen, and he picks up one of the eggs, looks at it, decides that it's rotten, throws it over his shoulder where it misses the trashcan and cracks on the floor, and a chick pops out?" I finished and allowed some more air to filter into my lungs. The sense of doubt in my voice lingered heavily in the air like the smell of burnt popcorn just before the fire alarm goes off. "Yeah." He looked straight at me. "So what are you doing?" I looked straight back at him. "A worm walk cycle." I'd spent about an hour on it already. "Oh," he seemed to ponder something. "I'll bet that'd be a lot harder to do than mine." ![]()
February 14, 2005Happy Valentine's Day and Stuff Lost Cause. I painted a picture. Google Maps. I always wanted Google to make a map service. Now they have. YouSendIt. YouSendIt.com is a free service for sending files of up to one gigabyte to anyone. Files are stored on their server and deleted after seven days. ![]() |
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