Hark a Post!
by Ian on Feb.04, 2010, under Projects
Hey guys,
I participated in the 2010 Global Game Jam this weekend. It was an amazingly unique experience! We had to make a game in under 48 hours themed around deception and either rain, a plain, or Spain. Further we could implement up to 4 “optional” constraints to make things a bit more… interesting. I coded for almost 30 hours straight in Actionscript 3; I spent about half of that time trying to hack the Flixel framework enough to make it work. I mean, Flixel is a pretty solid system, our game just had a few special needs.
Click to play:
HAPPY NEW YEAR
by Ian on Dec.31, 2009, under Uncategorized
It’s the end of 200X. Now, we begin a new decade. I hope, as you too probably hope, that it goes smoothly… or at least than the last. While we aren’t where we thought we’d be, individually, as a country, or as a world, we have still moved forward more than back.
Here’s to the New Year! To the New Decade! May 2010 be everything you hope and more!
Why Starting is Hard [for Me]
by Ian on Dec.30, 2009, under Projects, Rants
I hate starting projects.
The first line of code typed, the first paragraph of an essay or a story authored, or the first scribble on a fresh sheet of paper starts defining the product; it destroys the superposition of the possible things the project may become. With each stroke of the key or pen, thousands upon thousands of outcomes are pruned away.
I am destroying infinite works that could have been to create just one. Is this one better than those which will never be? Does it deserve its existence more than its brothers do?
I hope so.
I Am Not Really Sure To Be Honest…
by Ian on Dec.15, 2009, under Stories
I am not 100% certain what made me come up with this. I wanted to capture how I feel on some mornings after I have been pulling all nighters on a project… I wanted to show you how the thoughts form and feel inside my head. It is a little painful on the eyes to read. That’s intentional, but I am a neophyte in the realm of graphic design, so I may have made it too hard in my gusto to complete it. Feed back is, of course, welcome.
CAUTION! There are nasty naughty curse words in this thing, so consider yourself duly warned if that sort of thing bothers you!
Click to read!
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!
by Ian on Nov.26, 2009, under Image Dump
I hope all of you had a wonderful holiday! Didya eat some tasty food? I sure did! (see fig. 1 –>)
Great food and time with the family! Who could ask for more?
Good luck to those of you going out to the stores tomorrow for Black Friday sales! Don’t get trampled!
-Ian
Poor… Poor… Shirt…
by Ian on Oct.01, 2009, under Image Dump
For some inexplicable reason, every time I wear my “A Brief History of Art” shirt, I spill coffee on it. Nothing else, just coffee…
Now that I am here, I feel like I should do something to make your time worth while… but I got nothing of my on at the moment, so I think I will subject you to a[n] [awesome] song I have had stuck in my head for the past couple days by Rhett&Link:
Lazy Post
by Ian on Sep.06, 2009, under Projects, Stories
So I have finally gotten some old projects off of my archival hard drive, and on it I had an earlier draft of a story I had posted a few months ago. The original version is a little rougher but has much better pacing, and the friends I have shown it prefer it to my revision. I had gotten a little wordy with my redo for the sake of clarity. Since all of my other projects are currently way behind schedule, and nothing fruitful will be yielded from them to present to you, I will post the original. Let me know which you like better.
It took all his energy to remain standing as wave after wave of pain cut through his skull. He quickly chocked down the promise of relief before collapsing to the floor as if his strings had been suddenly severed. The doctor had told him it was dangerous, that he was too old for the implant, that the stress could kill him.
But he needed it. He couldn’t keep up with them. The kids at the office, they could…
Another wave of pain, so intense he could feel it in his teeth. Lightning ricocheted around his skull. He slowly crawled, his sporadically convulsing muscles only slightly more effective than gelatin, towards the phone. Lacking the strength to reach it, he feebly shook the table where it perched. After an agonizing eternity the small plastic device clattered to the floor. He dialed 9…1…
He tasted blood…
Followed promptly by nothing.
…
…
“CLEAR!” Jolt. Pain. Nothing.
“CLEAR!” Jolt. Pain. Nothing.
“CLEAR!” Jolt. Pain…





