yesterday (actually, today, but the part of today that has yesterday's date) was a cloudy, sleepy day.
my city was skipped over for the big 3December events...with no time for us to make our own event. so, my friend B and I hung out all day, ate lunch at El Chico, talked about 3D, shot pictures for 3D reference, and sat at computers modelling...i then found out that I had just a little work to do! so, here i am, into the next day already, and i'm just finising up a model of santa for tomorrow's presentation. santa as a lotion bottle. with a little spout coming out of the top of his head and all...why me?!
Tuesday, December 04, 2001
Sunday, December 02, 2001
sometimes, like tonight, i post from my office, nestled firmly in an anonymous business park somwhere in texas. the facade is non-descript, the hour is late, and i typically do not see another soul until daylight (or until i go back home).
but, just a few minutes ago, right before i started posting tonight, I saw a shadow move on the floor just outside my office door. i turned to look, and a man appeared in the doorway, holding a big flahslight, and wearing a dark blue uniform. "Hey!" I said loudly, as if to scare him away, throw him off balance with my vocal reverberations, or merely say hello at a rock concert.
He calmly stated, "you left the door open." I noticed that he was, indeed, a police officer. I had been preparing to leave and had loaded my car up outside our front door. But, it wasn't that door that had been left unlocked. It was, in fact, a door in an adjacent warehouse, which, in turn, has a door that opens into our offices, but locks from the warehouse side (that's how the officer entered our hallway). We walked back through the warehouse, and I explained that we don't control that space, but merely lease the offices. The officer said someone must have left the warehouse door open earlier. I thanked him and he left, making sure that I securely locked both the outside warehouse door, and the door that leads to our suite.
It's at least good to know, that no matter how anonymous we are, someone has an eye out for us.
i think i'm going home now...it is kinda late...
but, just a few minutes ago, right before i started posting tonight, I saw a shadow move on the floor just outside my office door. i turned to look, and a man appeared in the doorway, holding a big flahslight, and wearing a dark blue uniform. "Hey!" I said loudly, as if to scare him away, throw him off balance with my vocal reverberations, or merely say hello at a rock concert.
He calmly stated, "you left the door open." I noticed that he was, indeed, a police officer. I had been preparing to leave and had loaded my car up outside our front door. But, it wasn't that door that had been left unlocked. It was, in fact, a door in an adjacent warehouse, which, in turn, has a door that opens into our offices, but locks from the warehouse side (that's how the officer entered our hallway). We walked back through the warehouse, and I explained that we don't control that space, but merely lease the offices. The officer said someone must have left the warehouse door open earlier. I thanked him and he left, making sure that I securely locked both the outside warehouse door, and the door that leads to our suite.
It's at least good to know, that no matter how anonymous we are, someone has an eye out for us.
i think i'm going home now...it is kinda late...
my friend has gotten a high-res digital camera from sony. it takes incredibly big pictures. portraits of people become studies of the pourous structures of their skin. i don't think you should get that close to people in real life. [there are notable exceptations] it's just too much...stop taking pictures like that, man!!!
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