I may need this later.

Previously, I have dived into the intersection of three theories of learning. The intersection is the Grammar Stage of the Trivium: the part where you put data into your head so that you will later learn to connect it (Logic) and deploy it (Rhetoric).

There’s a couple of reasons I’m interested in this. Partly because there are a lot of things I wish to learn, and not much time. Partly because I’m teaching my own offspring, and benefit from doing so efficiently.

Anyway, here’s a link to an article I haven’t read yet on how to effectively use a Spaced Repetition System. If it’s everything it promises to be or more, it will meaningfully alter how I teach myself and others. If not, not.

However, I’ve no time to read it at present. It’s time to dive into Vargenstone again..

Existential Horror in Media

Been trying to sculpt a piqha on this day of rest. Realistic enough to get the idea across, although realism will seldom be anywhere near a concern in official media.

My constant debate — should they have hands or not? has taken on a third possibility: hands that rest folded back, like a bird’s wings.

Not necessarily inspired by the fact that I’ve received a cockatiel for Christmas.

If this looks horrifying, it should. Piqha are the result of terrible deeds done with dark sciences.

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But it’s hardly their fault, and they are super cute.

Goofing around

Today is Sunday. Sunday I goof around. The other post I did today is work, but I didn’t do the work today, I did it yesterday.

My work on Alpha Test/ Retro Reboot still calls to me in other ways. Why not make a comic strip, even if it’s not pixel art? Why not just draw it? Why not prototype stuff in this manner? So today I tested a process for hand drawing a strip in this fashion and… I don’t really like what came out.

But I didn’t put a lot of effort into it either. I wonder what it would look like if I tried to make a book or two worth of stuff in this way.

Well, maybe I’ll find out some other day.

IP

I like to post pictures as I make a painting on the Twitter and then look at how things have changed over the course of a piece, but I’m not doing Twitter this month.

So, here. I got a late start.

Studying this picture by some guy with more skillz than me:

And, here’s the sketch, only I’ve already started turning it into a painting.

And later…

I think I’m gonna take a break, get everyone brunch, and come back to it with fresh eyes.

Update

Think I’ll call this good for now, maybe revisit it next week.

Piqha Card

A bit of a write up on the Piqha from the List of Projects.

It all started with the first video game I made. It was called Win Dozer. You had a bulldozer-shaped space ship, and you shot down the windows logo. Very edgy. Anti Microsoft. Wasn’t I the 1337 h4x0r.

Made in Microsoft Visual Basic for Microsoft Windows 95. Self awareness fail.

Here’s a panel from the story screens, with a modern remake underneath because I’m just as bad as Hollywood.

Linus the Scuzzy

I called the creatures “scuzzies” at the time. Later I would rename them piqha. I’m not sure why. I like the name. It fits. And I like the letter Q.

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A Brief(?) Write-Up of Re-Tail

Scott Adams posits six dimensions of humor. People find something humorous if it is:

  • Clever (e.g. a pun or wordplay)
  • Cute
  • Bizarre
  • Familiar
  • Naughty
  • Cruel

Not everyone finds all six dimensions funny. In fact, most people are only amused by one or two of the dimensions, and some people have no sense of humor at all, relying instead on social cues to know when to laugh (which is why laugh tracks on sitcoms are a thing).

A professional joke tries to hit at least two dimensions. To be cute and bizarre, or naughty and clever, or familiar and cruel. The more the better. A superb example:

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Clever (a pun), Bizarre, and Naughty. Arguably, it is also Cruel.

A professional humorist tries to hit all six over the course of several jokes, and accepts that most of his jokes won’t hit with most of his audience, but everyone in the audience will remember one or two that cater to his tastes.

Naturally, a comic strip is well advised to bake in as many of these factors as possible.

I’m going to show you how the pros do it, and then you’ll be set to understand the concept of Re-Tail.

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This week in making Kids’ books:

Having converted to the deck box method of making books, this week’s goal is to continue to seed my box. At least a couple of cards each day.

On the theory that Awesome Moments is the cluster most likely to be harvested next, and having done some “3D sketches” to get my knack back:

Each day, after seeding my deck, I intend to complete or retopo a sculpt to build up a library of pieces to use in future books. And I think I’ve worked out a guiding principle. I decided to post a challenge to teh twitterz (sic):

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I drew a picture today

I put in my 2 pages today (3, actually), and then, for the heck of it, I entered a contest on the internet.

(Yesterday, alas, my progress on Hat Trick was a couple of cards written for the card box seed. I had to stay out of the house while it was fumigated).

The contest is to replicate the following image in one’s own style:

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And here is my entry:

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This marks the first time since I moved to Minnesota that I did an illustration start to finish. All the drawing I’ve done ’til now has been concept work or draft work. And, as I won’t have a book draft ready to produce for a good while, the pattern seems liable to hold.

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I’ll Die Well

A song sung by a fictional Celtic Metal band in a book I may one day write. Also sung by me before doing hard things because it puts me in a mood to give my all.

I’m lost and alone
Outgunned and surrounded
The hammer is falling
I can’t see around it,
And I’ll die well.

Death crawls from beneath me
Death falls from the sky
I’ve lived by the sword, now
The sword bids me die
And I’ll die well.

I’ve picked out a hill; drawn a line in the sand
And there will I fall because there will I stand
So come for my blood all ye forces of Hell,
And I’ll die well!

I push through my weakness and laugh at my pain
The strength of my foe shows the worth of my name
So try and unshackle me from this life’s fetter,
And I’ll die well!

But first you’ll die better.