i found out about this program called zbrush. fucking hell, this program is awesome. i need to get my hands on a copy and play with it. it's sort of a cross between adobe photoshop and 3d studio max. i was checking it out at a friend's (riz's) house earlier. this same friend also made some curry rice and beef and stuff that was so, so good. so yummy. he showed me all this stuff he had been doing on photoshop, and asked what i could do, so i tried to just take all his stuff and incorporate it into one big picture. it turned out pretty okay. we played with this korg drum machine/synth thing for a bit and looked at 3d shit on the computer, with monty python's flying circus on bbc america in the background... then after a while, we left to go back to my car, and that's when the evening got interesting...
man, i hate the cops so much. i got stopped AGAIN by the cops tonight. i went up to work (barnes & noble) earlier to get up with riz and go do some arty shit, and i left in his car (me, him, his gf, and some guy they know...). going back to B&N at 4 in the morning, we get to the parking lot, and before i can even get out of his car to get into mine, two cops come flying around the side of the building, flashing the blue lights for all they're worth, and the whole time this is happening, i'm sitting there with the door open, just staring into the bright headlights, thinking "what the fuck is going on?". then they start asking me all these questions, what am i doing there this time of the night, who am i, who is my friend, is this really my car.. see, i guess an alarm went off or something, which is understandable... an alarm goes off, that's their job to go check it out.
walking around with mag-lites and giving people the gestapo treatment isn't the best way to go about it though, or at least that's not how i would have done it were our places reversed. i mean, i'm just sitting there watching the blue lights pull up, just kinda staring, watching to see what was going on... it's not as if i had something in my shirt and was running at full speed. i was actually pretty pleasant to the cop, i explained that yes, i do work here, yes, this is my car, and yes, i'm just getting dropped off. no problems here officer. so the cop gets this little smirk on his face and asks me what my name is. i haven't done anything, so i tell him my name...
"and you work here?" he asks me, for the fourth or fifth time. "yes" i answer for the fourth or fifth time. then he asks my friend, whose name is riz, asks for his name too, and asks if he works there too... he doesn't, but at one time, he did, so we let policeboy know all about how he used to work there, quit, and now works for someplace else.
so tomorrow, when i get to work, i'm probably going to hear some shit from my managers... "why were you here when the cops were here responding to the alarms?" oh, if i get in any trouble for this, i am so suing the fucking shit out of this city's PD. i have to give them a hand. they fucked up good and proper. let's give the fayetteville PD a pat on the back for their hard work. good job boys, fuck off and die. i hate them with every ounce of my being, with every last bit of energy i can muster...
hope everyone else's evening was as lovely as mine...cheers!
man, i hate the cops so much. i got stopped AGAIN by the cops tonight. i went up to work (barnes & noble) earlier to get up with riz and go do some arty shit, and i left in his car (me, him, his gf, and some guy they know...). going back to B&N at 4 in the morning, we get to the parking lot, and before i can even get out of his car to get into mine, two cops come flying around the side of the building, flashing the blue lights for all they're worth, and the whole time this is happening, i'm sitting there with the door open, just staring into the bright headlights, thinking "what the fuck is going on?". then they start asking me all these questions, what am i doing there this time of the night, who am i, who is my friend, is this really my car.. see, i guess an alarm went off or something, which is understandable... an alarm goes off, that's their job to go check it out.
walking around with mag-lites and giving people the gestapo treatment isn't the best way to go about it though, or at least that's not how i would have done it were our places reversed. i mean, i'm just sitting there watching the blue lights pull up, just kinda staring, watching to see what was going on... it's not as if i had something in my shirt and was running at full speed. i was actually pretty pleasant to the cop, i explained that yes, i do work here, yes, this is my car, and yes, i'm just getting dropped off. no problems here officer. so the cop gets this little smirk on his face and asks me what my name is. i haven't done anything, so i tell him my name...
"and you work here?" he asks me, for the fourth or fifth time. "yes" i answer for the fourth or fifth time. then he asks my friend, whose name is riz, asks for his name too, and asks if he works there too... he doesn't, but at one time, he did, so we let policeboy know all about how he used to work there, quit, and now works for someplace else.
so tomorrow, when i get to work, i'm probably going to hear some shit from my managers... "why were you here when the cops were here responding to the alarms?" oh, if i get in any trouble for this, i am so suing the fucking shit out of this city's PD. i have to give them a hand. they fucked up good and proper. let's give the fayetteville PD a pat on the back for their hard work. good job boys, fuck off and die. i hate them with every ounce of my being, with every last bit of energy i can muster...
hope everyone else's evening was as lovely as mine...cheers!
that would suck.
have a lovely day :-)