Look at my poor attempt at pixel art!


It’s a Necron from Games Workshop’s Warhammer 40,000 table top game and my first attempt at pixel art. It’s 20 by 50 pixels. Revel in its awesomeness!

If anyone cares to know how I made it, continue reading. If you just want to see it better download the image and zoom in a bunch.

I used Paint.net, a free program that is trying to be photoshop. It’s far too powerful for pixel pushing but it works and I know it. I originally made the image 16 by 48 pixels. I zoomed in 800% and began placing pixels. I finished, the head, shoulders, torso, hips, legs, and feet before I realized I’d need a little more room if I was going to fit the arms in there. So I re-adjusted the size of the canvas and then re-centered the image in it. I then added the arms after re-working the shoulders. I also made the feet bigger. Then I threw in the ground and sky. There is an attempt at making the sky darker as it gets closer to the ground I could have spent more time with it… but I didn’t. There was of course no room for a gun in such a small space. I think for the actual Necron I restricted my palette to 5 colors. The background is another 7, mostly for the lightening of the sky. Anyway, now you know more than you ever wanted to… 😀

If you want to see what a real Necron looks like you should click here.

Swimming again… I hurt

Last Friday I signed up for the Davis Swim Masters program. It’s like a gym membership, but all I get is a pool and a coach. The coach is the most important part to me. I don’t have the self will to force myself to work out. I find it very hard to push myself when I am tired. The group environment with a coach who makes a exercise program for each time, makes it easier for me to swim and get back into shape (not to mention getting a tan again (I’m so pale… *shudder*)).

Talking over with Diana yesterday about what my plans are for my future. She mentioned that I don’t seem to excited about becoming a lawyer. She is right there. The problem though is that I don’t know what I want/can do. I want to do things, but I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to make money on it. I’ve started writing again and it is good for me, solely for personal reasons. I doubt though that I’ll ever be able to make money doing it or make a career out of it. The management at Borders is recommending me for a new manager position which I could take… but if I do so it puts an end to any further education. The problem with higher education though is that what am I going to do with it and how am I going to pay for it?

So confused…

New Idea for writing…

I wanted to post this idea for a story (novel?) . This isn’t an excuse to get away with not writing it just seemed so good that I wanted to share it with you. I was thinking of James Joyce’s “Ulysses” and how it was Joyce’s strange, middle-class, alteration of Homer’s “Odyssey”. My idea was to take the Arthurian legend cycle and transport it into today. make the quest for the Grail into this world. I need to start reading up on the legend though and start seeing how to couch it in contemporary terms.

I think to start I should re-read “Once and Future King” and then move on to primary sources. For now though it’s to continue doing research on my watery story.

Well just a head’s up

Writing update

I told you I’d be back with an up date on the writing. I’ve put some ideas down on paper now and it feels good. Obviously a lot of work still needs to be done and I have to stay commited to doing the work. This is a good start though. So the list what got done, what didn’t? Let’s see!

  1. Write/Start a poem – DONE
  2. put story idea down (watery) – DONE
  3. Review death story idea – UNDONE
  4. edit/review poetry scraps – DONE

Here is one of the scraps, no point in mentioning I’m working on writing and not sharing any of it with you.

It comes
in the air
seeping into
the earth
that cool
chill
soaked up by
roots

Turning brilliant
leaves into
red and yellow
brittle
husks

Into bones
where it settles
shivers
old cotton sweaters
and blankets
quilts
cover a body
frail
thin
dried and brittle

I know there is
a spring
but I can’t
remember it
I see pictures of
flowers but
here in
me
they’ve
all dropped their
petals
and laid
themselves to
rest

Postscript
I only hope I’ve never posted this here before…

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