Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Life has been playing

funny games with me right now... And... I wish it wasn't like this... I wish I wasn't this cryptic on this damn blog, but honestly, I just came back from a full day of walking... And so on... Little times have I had to just, sit and write...

So much to write though... A lot of it sucks, big time... A lot of it rocks...

I am living ying-yang at it's fullest...

And it's almost driving me insane...

Sunday, December 18, 2005

The last thing that is,

kind of, documented on this blog, is that cool trip we took to Banff. And even then, I just smeared a couple of notes here and there, mostly for me to remember... Life has been fast, in every aspect. And the 2nd half of semester just got crazy in so many ways.

I will try to start writing now, of everything that happened during this time. It is way too much though, and I am lazy. So... I don't know. Some good post trying to "sum things up" may work out. And then, some deeper analysis on things that matter.

I am back in Mexico, back with my friends, family, and people who smile and hug you when they see you... Thus, I will take as much advantage of me being here as I can. Still, I will have those nice, quiets moments just to chill and write here... Or even read actual literature, instead of crazy papers regarding my masters... So yes... This thing will get up do date soon.

On the mean time, I can say I feel very at ease and excited... A nice feeling indeed.

Cheers.

Saturday, December 17, 2005

So sorry...

I have SO MUCH to write about... So much needs, and deserves, to be written down...
I am back in Mexico... And... Even the reason of why I am here early, and why the reason became pointless at the end... Etc...

... I have been bad with this blog. Just too busy with life I guess. I'll get some time... Promise.

... Sigh.

Cheers peoples. More on all this thing soon.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Tonight, before

mid night... I hand in the last thing...
THE LAST THING...

Tomorrow?...

... I sleep all through the day.

Sunday, December 04, 2005

the one good thing?...

it was true. Days are nice and sunny... As much as we can be at -24°, the days are sunny and that helps a lot. I remember when I was in Illinois it sucked big times. Days got gray and sky had just an odd color... What we used to get of light was some sort of fake idea of light by a lousy impersonator of the sun.

Here thouh... It's nice... I hope it stays like that.

Why the fuck

is every single thing due the same fucking day?!?!?!?!??!...

argh... O.o

Saturday, December 03, 2005

By the way,

if you ever want to work with Blender, and have a ATI graphics card... The best way to go is to turn down all the graphics acceleration, and use your screen in 16bits. I know, I know... Makes no sense, but otherwise the damn thing doesn't work. ATI & Blender just don't get along... And the way around it seems to be... Not using hardware acceleration at all. If you have a decent computer though, blender will keep on running nicely.

Sorry about the techie rant... I just spent waaaay to much time looking for the best way to make things happen... Heh. Had to inmortalize my solution somehow.

... Ehem... Anyway, keep working on my graphics final project.

Cheers!.

ps.

Tiny Dancer - Almost Famous ST

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad

Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums

But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand