I can’t remember if I cried
When he cut me from his blogroll side
But something touched me deep inside
The day the blogging died
—The Day the Blogging Died (Radio Free Blogistan)
The thing about oral composition is that the oral performances aren’t archived, so people who repeat the performances for new audiences tend to remember only the best stuff. Since there are really no space constraints on the web, this spoof has gotten too long, to where it’s a just a list of rhyming in-jokes. Still, it’s amusing.
The choreographer daughter is doing a thing.
No interior yet. Getting there. Gotta start somewhere. Low-poly background detail for a medieval theater…
This is manageable. Far better than some semesters.
Creating textures for background buildings in a medieval theater simulation project. I can always improve…
Nothing in this stack is pressing, but they do include rough drafts of final papers,…