Spam Poetry

Seven thousand livres, in louis of twelve francs. Take this, said Athos, with his usual careless generosity,giving him his own, and be a good lad. Wait quietly, then; in two hours, infour, in six hours at latest, Planchet will be here.

Let us see, said Athos, assuming in advance a criticallook.

Indeed, sir, said Milady, you must be either drunk or mad.

Watch herarrival, for she has great and terrible projects.

You may even say, My Lord, replied Athos, who stickled forpropriety. I do not understand, my Lord, said she, in order to gain timeand make her adversary speak out.

Milady tried to open the door in order to throw herself out.

More than once aninvoluntary trembling seized them when called upon for someunexpected service. Really, said Athos to them, you are not men but children,to let a woman terrify you so!

It is true, however, that it was the shorter andeasier part.

Your relativeleft La Rochelle for England during the night. Come, gentlemen, said he, they are beating thetattoo.

DArtagnan and Athos looked at each other for some time insilence. The boat followed in the wake of the ship, a specknear the enormous mass.

Fourlarge vessels, recently built, had just been launched. And Athos went out of the Parpaillot, followed bydArtagnan. If I am a prisoner, what crime have I committed?

Milady replied to this question by another question.

It is the first time I have had the honor of seeing you.

Because she had been branded, continued dArtagnan.

Very well, said dArtagnan, I consent to Bazin with allmy heart, but grant me Planchet.

You may even say, My Lord, replied Athos, who stickled forpropriety. That poor littlediamond was worth seven thousand livres? Well, now that will do wonderfully well, said Athos. What is there moreastonishing in all that I have said to you than in what you havetold me? I have dreamed that the unlucky Englishman wasdead.

Milady looked at this man, and hesitated. Milady replied to this question by another question.

At the moment a great jingling of spurs was heard on the stairs.

Ze Job...

Okay, I've been in the Weta Workshop design room for a few days now, so I'll assume it's safe to count my chickens etc and actually tell people I have a job here. It's been a 'hooooleeeee shiiiit' kind of week, I'm literally sitting next to some of the top designers in the world.

More later...

So much for a holiday...

I have some possible job news, but in the tradition of not counting your eggs until they've hatched, I'm going to wait till it's all sown up before spilling the beans... What a strange language English is, who came up with daft sayings like that? And why do I feel compelled to string them all together?

Sorry for beating around the bush, but I've got to mind my P's and Q's and I don't want to be caught with my pants down, least I get the short end of the stick.

Last week at work

While this has been my last 'official' week at work, at it's been a killer. My body must have the dates off by a week because my immune systems has obviously gone on holiday, leaving me to fend off snuffles and sneezes. The bastard's moping around in some Fijian resort with a cute French girl no doubt.

Those dang sneeze things really piss me off to, there's something so pathetic about them. I have no idea why, but I feel like men should cough, only children and characters from E.M Forster books should sneeze. "Oh I say, do excuse me," Warren said blushing...

In VFX related news, 'Weta wins star role in alien blockbuster.' We must be the luckiest little city in the southern hemisphere I reckon.

The view

Told you it was a good view... this is from the deck... in the sun... where the BBQ will be... next to the beer... oh yeah...

'Jane and the Dragon' promo clip

http://hp.feedroom.com

Go to Weta Workshop: Heartware BladeSystem... The one with the picture of the dragon dumbass...

Fly My Pretties and Hataitai

A little off-topic, but I went to the Fly My Pretties gig last night in town, and dang it was good. I had seen DVD footage of their previous concerts, but you don't get to really appreciate the beauty of Hollie Smith like that... Such a gorgeous, talented girl... And the other musicians were good to, just you know, different.

And in other news; I've finally found a flat that will take a dog. It's a beautiful little place in Hataitai with stunning views. Of course in Wellington, when you get stunning views you also get stunning wind, by hey - that's what glass was invented for.

Everything's coming up me...

You can find some samples of previous release, The Return Of Fly My Pretties, cd/dvd go here.

The Guy at the Gate

This dude's been hanging outside the Camperdown Studio in a tent for the last few days, armed only with a curled mustache and a gigantic bozooka, asking people if they've got milk. Below is the story from the bowels of LBJ...


Vinnie Duyck of Portland, Oregon, USA, has been on a working holiday in New Zealand since April. When he's not preparing and serving food at Eva Dixon's - a Miramar restaurant - Vinnie builds models out of recycled material. His latest creation is a whopping 120cm cardboard bazooka Mr. Duyck is hoping to secure a position as model maker at Weta Workshop, the award winning special effects facility located in Miramar. His outpost is a simple, yet very visible tent situated right next the company's gates. Armed with a determination to show his skills, Vinnie declares "I'll be here all week".


Declarations aside, it was obviously too rainy for him today, 'cause I ain't seen him since morning.

Things to do when rendering II

• Regret the grilled steak and cheese sandwich you had from Eva's for breakfast
• Solve world hunger - let them eat jello
• Play lame jokes with the AC
• Plot ways to destroy aforementioned redbull/coke tower
• Look at the dappled light coming through the windows - no seriously... so sad...

The Amazing Screw on Head

Working on a Saturday sucks, but this is awesome. 2d ain't dead yet...

Uh-oh

My Dad helpfully pointed out to me that my contract is gonna be up soon and I'll be back looking for a paycheck. It is, as they say, a bit shitcakes.

I've managed to avoid the whole job search gig so far in my career, which is lucky I guess. Unfortunately it also means I don't have a healthy fear of unemployment yet. I could certainly live happily for a while without a job, I feel like I've been working non-stop for a while now, but knowing that each beer I drink is coming out of savings rather than earnings will be rough.

Who knows, maybe I'll get lucky again. I had a chat with the big man at Weta Workshop a while ago, so I'll need follow that one up. That would certainly be a bit of a dream job for me.

It'll be back to life drawing class for me if that comes off though. I certainly feel ill-equipped when I compare myself to some of the guys and girls working there. Walking through their workspace is always an odd mix of inspiration and resignation. So talented... must... look away...

Things to do when rendering.

• Write an article on yourself for Wikipedia
• Look at photos of Scarlett Johansson at the Internet Movie Database where it can be excused as 'work related research'
• Build towers made of energy drink cans to surround your workstation - it's been done, but not by me
• Browse cgTalk again
• Work out how much of your money is going to the government (not advisable)
• Work out how much of your money you earned while doing overtime (that didn't go to the government) you've wasted on cooked breakfasts instead of saving to go to Fiji
• Wonder why you can't focus on anything more than monitor distance away
• Bemoan about the lack of women in CGI to the bearded fellow sitting opposite you

First.Post.Ever

Okay, a mini intro is in order I presume.

I'm a young digital artist who has been working out at Weta Productions, for almost two years, on a show called Jane and the Dragon. It's all pretty quiet out here now - as people's departments finish up it's only us stragglers, towards the end of the pipeline, that are around now.

Most of my work mate's have gone overseas at this point - the lucky bastardo's. I even had to turn down an offer to go to Brazil with some of the guys. Damn long contracts... Damn them to hell. I know almost nothing about Brazil, but I know I would have had a dangerously good time. I will have to wait until I start my 'Spanish and Associated Cultures World Tour' in a few years :)

And yes, I do know they speak Portuguese in Brazil rather than Spanish. I would just hope that "Helpo! Helpo!" still works when you're in trouble.