Madelaine McMasters

Nice trolling, You literally just posted word for word what you disagreed with in my post. 😂 https://blog.velocitymedia.agency/bold-italics-and-underlines-how-to-use-them-effectively

Me, too! I don't disclose it anymore because I'm tired of explaining why I didn't do more with my life.

Mac has been living with me for two days. I'm sinking into those instincts, Rowan. ...goes looking for her big stock pot.

If I'm not mistaken, that's Sid climbing the hill and ultimately knocking Quartz and Dyna off the box. I thought I could mine their internal strife for my own nefarious purposes, but they seem to reunite at the end. Damn, damn, damn, this is gonna be harder than I expected.

I'm not liking this one bit. I AM THE NEFARIOUS ONE!!

Luxo Jr. was the first short under the Pixar name, but not the first short done by the team. That would be The Adventures of André and Wally B... Alien Song was the work of Victor Navone, not Pixar.

Do you see this everybody, it's a conspiracy of moles!!!

Ah ha! That's exactly what a mole would say. Gotcha!

I was at Siggraph '86 with my parents. That's the kind of vacationing we did. We met Ed Catmull there. I also set foot in both John Lasseter's and Steve Jobs' offices at Pixar 15 years or so ago. They were right next to each other and couldn't be more different. Lasseter's office as so full of toys you couldn't set anything down in it. Jobs' office was so spartan you'd think nobody used it. Just a desk with an iMac and a chair for Steve and a little round table with another chair for guests. I think there was some kind of sculpture on the floor but I don't recall anything on the walls. Two very different kinds of genius. My favorite recollection of the Pixar Animation Studio is the little line drawings of various movie characters on the baseboards throughout the building. They were put there to entertain employee children who were brought to the studio while still navigating on all fours. Watch the end credits of Pixar movies. There is always a "Production Babies" segment listing all the kids born to production staff during the making of the movie. I love that.

That's Luxo Jr. Here's the short where he first appeared...

...tackle hugs you and looks for that secret spot I imagine wolves have that gets a hind leg thumping. (I can't recall finding that spot on my childhood alley cat, but it's fun to find it on dogs. If I can't, I just go for the inside of their ears.) ETA: I just remembered, Dad found that spot on Mac when he was an infant. He'd carry him around his mom's house with his legs going a mile a minute.

Go ahead, call me a muppet, I dare ya!

What if LL is conducting research on resident susceptibility to muppetization and @Sid Nagy is a mole? Hmm? It could happen!

Nooooo! This is a poppet... I have some out in the barn, I'm sure. ETA: Okay, I'll give you that this poppet is very nice...

I don't remember where I saw it, but there was a lovely demonstration of Newton's Cannon in SL long ago. I'm probably misremembering it, but there was a big Earth sphere with a tiny cannon on the surface. You entered a muzzle velocity and fired it. If the velocity was too small, the cannonball would roll to a stop somewhere on the sphere. If the velocity was greater than "escape", the ball just shot off across the sim. If you got it just right, the ball would orbit. As with so many other great things I've discovered in SL, Maya Angelou said it best... People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. That demonstration conveyed to me what I imagine was Newton's excitement over his flash of insight.

Holy hell, Velk! You could have saved both of us a lot of typing if you'd said "Yeah, there's really not all that much men shirt or women shirt, there's just a lot of shirt that needs doing. Each of us should know how to do all kinds of shirt and we do it faster and better when we do it together." As for men getting their hands dirty, that was tongue-in-cheek. My little neighborhood, though I used it as an example of equi-shirted-ness with a "guys on lawn tractors anomaly", is still not representative of anything other than my little neighborhood. My father was raised by his grandparents after being given up by his mother, who was in no mood to deal with his lactose intolerance. His grandmother died when he was very young, so it was just the two guys thereafter. Dad lied his way into the Navy at age 16 so his grandfather could have his life back. They teamed up again a decade later, in the house where I still live, adding Mom to the mix. Mom was one of fourteen, eight girls and six boys. Grampa was 20 years older than Grandma, and in declining health by the time Mom was born, so the kids ran the farm. When WWII started, all the boys went off to war, leaving the entire farm in the hands of the girls. By the time Mom and Dad met, they each could do anything they needed on their own, except make another generation of trouble. It took them 23 years to do that (19 married, practice makes perfect ;-), and they knew I was gonna be the only one. So, they poured everything they knew into me, except any desire to make another generation of trouble. My parents were very different, with broad, overlapping, and complimentary skill sets. Dad was the analyzer, Mom was the socializer. Each had the other's back and neither was afraid to offer constructive criticism in the most backhanded way, which explains my sense of humor. It's just me here now, living in the woods of my childhood (minus all the ash trees), still fixing all the things that break over time, less than half as fast as Mom and Dad did together. I've also inherited my late neighbor's kid, now nearly 28. My father took him under his wing when his alcoholic dad refused to take care of a surprise son 20 years after the birth of his daughter, and left his mother, and town. When Alzheimer's took Dad, Mom and I picked up the dad duties. When his mother died, we took up the mom duties as well. When Mom died, I was left holding a new generation of trouble I never wanted. No women shirt, no men shirt, just shirt that needs to get done. We can do it!

Years ago, at Ivory Tower sandbox, I watched a fella "silly walking" along a long pipe (painted with a corn-on-the-cob texture) while wearing a suit of spheres. He'd been inspired by Drew Barry's wonderful molecular machine animations. His display name was Dynein Motor and his doppleganger makes its entrance during the intro, and again at around 4:35 in this video... Dynein's simulation was nothing like that video, but it was sufficient to put a huge smile on his face, and mine. Ain't SL grand?

I've been to two SL weddings, as the officiant. I've done that twice in RL, too. At all four, I've managed to make people laugh, and make them cry. One of these days, I'm gonna try for fear and anger.

Put the soft ones in the freezer.

If you were triaging critically ill Covid-19 patients for placement on a limited supply of ventilators (potentially making you judge, jury and executioner) would you not want to know if they were vaccine deniers or HCQ/Ivermectin promoters?

You struck gold, Silent. When I lived in Forgotten City, I had the first page of Hedy's 1942 patent for a frequency hopping radio system (the progenitor of WiFi) on the wall of my lighthouse... Here's the texture from the portrait of Pope Innocent X in my Warm Welcomes skybox... Here's the print in-world. The list of my sins emerges from the frame and drifts slightly in the wind. That's Void Singer in my soul cleansing fire...

...peers over her glasses at you, shifts to a glare, then shoves a flaming tennis ball into the bell of your saxophone. Yes! Lotta, If you strive for the fun of a doppleganger to be experienced by others, and derive your enjoyment from theirs, it'll all be good. I love to laugh with people, not at them. Here I am with my conscience, Snugs. We're under the watchful eye of a gift (a portrait of Pope Innocent X) from a dear friend who imagined that's how my conscience should look...

Hmm. Dad ran a mechanical engineering consulting business out of our home/lab/shop/barn. Mom did the books, banking, taxes, budgets, and scheduling, and provided a set of capable hands when needed. She did the same for our neighbor who ran a machine shop while his wife taught kindergarten. On the domestic side, Dad usually cooked (spiders are rich in protein!), Mom usually cleaned. Sometimes they switched, producing a crappy meal on spotless dishes one night and great food on "safely clean" dishes the next. Mom made better looking welds, spilled less oil during changes, and could get her hands into smaller spaces to fix things. Dad had the muscles and woodworking skills for home remodeling. Mom was the better painter, and taught me how to "cut in" and to wrap a used (oil) paint brush in aluminum foil and put it in the freezer to avoid having to clean it every night during long projects. (There's a paint brush in my freezer, right now.) Dad taught me how to pony my hair. He had more experience, his hair was always longer than Mom's. Mom taught me how to plant things, from seeds to trees, using my hands or the tractor. I learned sewing from Mom and embroidery from Dad. I used both to make kites and fix tears in my jeans and sundresses. I learned welding and driving from Mom, woodworking, marionette making, and aeronautics from Dad. I learned to drive hand puppets, tractors and motorcycles from both, and we all learned how to build a telescope (including grinding the mirror) together. Oh, I forgot to mention. I was home-schooled. No weekends off. No three month summer vacation. A trip to the Grand Tetons or Manhattan was road school. It was glorious. As a result, I'm a divorced (he wanted kids, I still am one), retired electrical engineer with long lapsed pilot's and amateur radio licenses, a home that's in it's 86th year of remodeling, a strawberry field that's now a forest and a walk-in closet that looks my parents are still sharing it. As I look around my world today, this is what I see: Across the street, mom's a lawyer, dad's an accountant. Next door, mom's a retired CFO, dad's a retired physician. Behind me, mom's a music teacher, dad's a biology professor. Behind them, mom's a lawyer, dad's a mechanical engineer. (We gang up on her.) I understand you learned there is "men shirt" and "women shirt". I didn't.* We do agree on one thing. Marriage is a team effort. *There is one gender anomaly in my observations. I rarely see women riding lawnmowers in my neighborhood. They're usually digging around in the dirt, planting things. From this I could deduce that men don't like getting their hands dirty.

Looks like it's time for this again...

Still, you'd want that one shared texture to be as small as possible. The fact that aggregating textures into one file improves things is slightly counterintuitive. Imagine I have four place mats, each with different 128x256 textures. Does it really save time to splice those four textures into one, then offset/scale that one texture differently on each of the four different mats? This is as I'd imagined, and you've answered my "(maybe it goes all the way?)" question with a "no". That's good. Yep, I've noticed this. And thanks for the detail on worn, rigged mesh. I understand that rigged geometry must be recomputed every frame, but I wasn't aware that was so much worse than the static mesh. Still, I imagine that zillion triangle static meshes taking up half the screen take longer to draw than hundred triangle meshes of the same size, regardless of texture size.