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noreply@blogger.com (Armitag3) — Thu, 21 Aug 2008 07:33:00 +0000

Slap files

noreply@blogger.com (Armitag3) — Mon, 18 Aug 2008 12:00:00 +0000

Thanks to Baas and his never say die love for How I met your mother (HIMYM) my entire social circle turned oval. "Awesome" became the new word to say every sentence and Barney quotes. Its almost like social branding. Dont get me wrong I love the show but its like all the people I know have new girlfriends thats changing them. Originality, out the window. One good thing that came from all this is the Slap Bet and soon I will be having a new site up and running dedicated to all the lost Slap Bets lost out there in the world. The spark for this was born 17 August 2008 20:46. Enjoy.

The Bet:
River Phoenix stared in What's Eating Gilbert Grape.

The Slap:

Digital Manga on Cell Phones

noreply@blogger.com (Armitag3) — Mon, 18 Aug 2008 08:42:00 +0000

Just another one of those fillers I found on the internetz.

More and more, cell phones are serving as a medium for reading Japanese comics. There are several reasons for this. The experience is arguably richer because manga artists are incorporating handset vibration and sound functions in their storytelling. It is cheap, too, at just 30-50 yen per episode.

And with the ability to click the story along one panel at a time or zoom in on a particular character, readers might feel more immersed as well. read more...

Klankgrens Bacground

noreply@blogger.com (Armitag3) — Thu, 31 Jul 2008 10:44:00 +0000

After the break up of OB it was destiny that a better band form. The new band is still in the process of working on new songs and networking like hell. I have to admit the new band shows promise. I jumped in to try and work on a look and feel. This was my first attempt at a new theme for the band. PS. The "Blood" is wax and they dont sing Deathmetal. ^_^ It has more of a rock feel to. Nothing is official yet.

Logo and image is part of the Virtualabuse ©

Backgrounds

noreply@blogger.com (Armitag3) — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 14:48:00 +0000

From today I will start to upload backgrounds again.

Starting this week with the old Chibikoma group shot. I did not have time to photoshop it today but I will upload the photoshop'd one later this week and hopefully the new short story as well. ^_^

Cell Shaded Tachikoma

noreply@blogger.com (Armitag3) — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 10:43:00 +0000

First cell shaded look for "Chibikoma" ^_^

Car Paint Tachikoma ^_^

noreply@blogger.com (Armitag3) — Wed, 23 Jul 2008 07:00:00 +0000

Back in the day just when I started to play around with 3D Max, I put pen to paper, paper to polygons and made my first 3D chibi Tachikoma. ^_^ Back then car paint and skylight still rocked my world. :P

Some more Tachikoma general info:
Tachikoma are as large as an average sedan, are painted blue and have four "eyes" fitted on the surface of their bodies. Three are on the "head" and one is beneath the abdomen. Each eye has three pinholes, possibly for triangulation. These eyes sometimes become expressive in the typical anime style. Tachikoma are controlled by individual AIs, are capable of speech and generally exhibit a childish, curious, joyful and active personality, although they are consummate professionals in the field. They normally operate as independent units and receive orders from human agents, but they can also be directly piloted from a cockpit in their abdomen.

Tachikoma have four legs and two arms. They can move by walking, or they can drive at high speed by using the wheeled footpads on each of their four legs. They are apparently street-legal (presuming no legal exemption for Section 9). Each wheel appears to be angled and omnidirectional, allowing the Tachikomas to move in any direction with their holonomic drive system. Other abilities of the Tachikoma include jumping great distances, sticking to vertical or inverted surfaces, engaging a thermoptic camouflage mechanism, and grappling/rappelling using their adhesive string launchers. Tachikoma maintain control of their legs while using wheels to drive down a road, and shift their weight around turns. They can also roll briefly on to two legs while driving to avoid an obstacle or pass through a narrow space. To make balance easier, they can move their heavy abdomens with a ball joint. Their movements when walking and jumping were modelled on a jumping spider. Almost all of the Tachikomas' physical abilities are showcased in Episode 2 of Stand Alone Complex, "Runaway Evidence - Testation".

Standard Tachikoma equipment includes a 7.62x51mm light machine gun mounted in the right arm, a secondary weapon hardpoint in the "snout" (usually a 50mm grenade launcher, capable of launching both explosive and gas grenades, but which can be replaced by a six-barrelled 12.7x99mm Gatling gun), a universal cybernetic connector on an extensible, prehensile cable in the left arm, and a built-in thermoptic camouflage system.

Info from: wikipedia.org

The first old Tachikoma Background

noreply@blogger.com (Armitag3) — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 09:37:00 +0000

The first of many to come. Made this back in the day when I started to play around with the cell shading look. ^_^

Just a few general Tachikoma stats:
Though they possess individual artificial intelligence, every night they are synchronised, so they start the next day with identical consciousnesses that are each the sum of their total collective experience and development. This leads to identity confusion, since each Tachikoma has the same memories.

A notable paradox arises from this synchronization, however. Though the Tachikoma have identical memories, their personalities and opinions are distinct. During the Stand Alone Complex series, an episode is entirely devoted to discussions among them.

It is explained in the last episode of the first season that it is their curiosity that lets them be different from each other. It is curiosity that saves a personality from dying when linked with others.

These separate personalities reveal three 'main' Tachikoma. The first one considers itself Batou's personal Tachikoma, which has a personality of a hyperactive child. It is curious, inquisitive, and tends to get many 'bright' ideas. It is special, given that Batou pampers it with natural oil and refuses to operate any other while on assignments. The second major Tachikoma (possibly favored by Major Kusanagi) is more logical, acting as the straight man to the first. The third Tachikoma appears somewhat slower than the others, and at times has difficulty keeping up with the other Tachikomas when discussing such in-depth topics as what it means to be "alive". There is also a fourth Tachikoma with a distinctive personality, who is a bookworm and an intellectual. Its body was taken apart during the experimentation incident, but its AI has presumably been saved for further analysis.

At one point in the series, while all but three of the Tachikomas are either locked away in a lab for study or dismantled for study, three surviving Tachikoma units abandon their civilian posts to assist the Major and Batou. This is the only time in the series where the Tachikoma vary in appearance, as a few units have been disarmed for either study or to be sold off to civilian contracts. Batou's unit remained unchanged, although it was given a set of decals to represent its new ownership. The other two have been more extensively repainted and or modified, with the remaining laboratory unit's cockpit having been replaced by a much smaller diagnostic module, and the other contracted unit now bearing a construction color scheme.

Info from: wikipedia.org

Be Human

noreply@blogger.com (Armitag3) — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 11:13:00 +0000

As a tribute to VA joining Mechanical Innocence pretty soon I guess its time to start putting up the Tachikoma content.

First up the thoughts of a Tachikoma:

I analyze and I verify and I quantify enough
100 percentile no errors no miss
I synchronize and I specialize and I classify so much
Don't worry 'bout dreaming because I don't sleep...

I wish I could at least 30 percent
Maybe 50 for pleasure then skip all the rest

If I only was more human
I would count every single second the rest of my life
If I just could be more human
I'd have so many little babies and maybe a wife

I'd roll around in mud and have lots of fun then when I was done
Build bubblebath towers and swim in the tub
Sand Castles on the beach, frolick in the sea, get a broken knee
Be scared of the dark and I'd sing out of key

Curse when I lost a fight, kiss and reunite, scratch a spider's bite
Be happy with wrinkles I got when I smile
Pet kittens 'till they purred, maybe keep a bird, always keep my word
I'd cry at sad movies and laugh 'till it hurt

I'd buy a big bike, I'd ride by the lake
And I'd have lots of friends and I'd stay out too late

If I could just be more human
I would see every little thing with a gleam in my eye
If only I was more human
I'd embrace every single feeling that came in my life

Would I care and be forgiving?
Would I be sentimental and would I feel loneliness?

Would I doubt and have misgivings?
Would I cause someone sorrow too? Would I know what to do?

Will I cry when its all over?

When I die will I see Heaven?

Be Human By: Yoko Kanno

Malice'z firz LOL.

noreply@blogger.com (Armitag3) — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 07:38:00 +0000

Plz rememer to vote!! (Kick image below to vote.)

moar funny pictures

My lolcats

noreply@blogger.com (Armitag3) — Wed, 16 Jul 2008 13:45:00 +0000

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Angels Feathers hits the 300 mark!!

noreply@blogger.com (Armitag3) — Fri, 11 Jul 2008 09:10:00 +0000

Back in the day when AVIedit was the only tool I had for making AMV's and Spaz still joined me to review, this poor AMV was created.

For more bad quality YouTube uploaded AMV's: Armitag3 YouTube Profile

icanhascheezburger

noreply@blogger.com (Armitag3) — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 09:39:00 +0000

Rememerz to vizits ican onz a day!!
My lol cat. ^_^ my first lol cat.

AJH Template

noreply@blogger.com (Armitag3) — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 14:16:00 +0000

AJH website layout. Still a work in progress on the HTML side of things but I'm thinking of switching it over to a flash site. Try and get some movement in the background.

Coma

noreply@blogger.com (Armitag3) — Fri, 27 Jun 2008 12:38:00 +0000

Still a work in progress but I hope to finish it soon. ^_^

As the flower patch comes to an end she felt the cold air running from the sea. The hard ground comes to a sudden stop and she steps onto the soft golden sand. Dolphins play in the waves and darkness falls. The clouds melt together and form a dense grey mass that blackens the sun. She walks to the edge of the water where the waves run silently onto the sand. She sits down on the soft cold sand.
"It's so silent here."
A drop hits her soft face and runs down her cheek like a lost tear. It slowly slides off and drops onto her breast.
"What is this place?" she thinks to herself.
It's feels so right to be here but I know I'm not meant to be here. The memories feel real and the pain is gone.
"The pain?"
Another drop runs down her arm. She looks up at the grey clouds. If it wasn't for a random drop every three seconds the sea would have been silent. As she lies back resting her head down on the sand a drop hits her hand. Not moving, the drop somehow runs dry. She looks over the water waiting for the next drop. The sound of the drop changes as she spots it leave the water and return to the clouds. The drop on her arm runs to her finger tip and shoots back to the clouds.

Being entertained for a while it soon loses its captivating power. She rolls onto her side and looks down the long beach. "Alone." she thinks and her eyes grow black.

The CD-player stops and darkness runs to hide under the front seats as another light comes closer. Looking at me from under the seat, it waits for the light to pass. The light flashes by and the darkness floods the car again. Pushing with my feet against the door I shove my head into the pillow, wishing we can just get home and end the day.
Another film filled with memories hide under the seat with the darkness. I think to myself about how much I hate the thought of those memories being developed.
The darkness runs to new hiding places. Everything stops and something just feels wrong. I lift my head and look into the blinding light. My body lifts off the seat and helplessness runs over me. I hear the metal fold and bend around me. Sounds like a cry for help. I see the lost feeling in my sister's eyes, as I smash through the wind shield in front of her. As I hit the metal grill of the truck I hear my bones shatter. Another cry for help. The car starts to flip and as I hit the ground I feel the glass rain down on me. My blood runs in between the road and glass forming a beautiful picture, of live, like the stained-glass windows in the church just down the road.

It feels like weeks later; hearing a constant beep in the darkness. The "beeps" run three seconds apart and sounds like they are bouncing off a wall.
Voices and crying echo in the distance. Feeling slowly starts to return.........pain jerks my body. It becomes so painful that.........
As she opens her eyes, she feels the wind rush over her naked skin. She sits upright and looks across the flowers.

Bed time story

noreply@blogger.com (Armitag3) — Wed, 25 Jun 2008 15:21:00 +0000

Darkness comes

As her eyes, shoot open the room pulls in on her. The walls seem to move with the flickering of the swinging light. The leak in the roof shatters the dream as a drop falls on her bruised cheek. The pain slowly moves over her as her eyes search through the room for something to comfort her.
His words start to echo in her mind as the light moves gently over the bruises on her wrists.
"Don't worry it will be quick."

A drop flows down the cord and finds a small gap in the wires. The cold corner next to the bed grows dark as the light shorts and dies. In the darkness, her tears start to flow, as she painfully starts to search for her dress. Her hand slips on the pool of blood next to her. The rain stops as her fingertips touch the edge of her bloody dress. Her body cramps and refuses her to stand up. She drags the dress closer it hooks on the wooden floor and tears. The sound of the tearing dress pushes her against the cold floor.

The night before

"...that's sweet. You don't look that young to me."
His soft calm voice makes her eyes glow. The lights glint in her eyes, his arms fold around her. Her heart starts to race.
"It's true isn't it?" she asks looking deep into his eyes.
'Yes I do love you." He answers with a grin on his face.

Her trust grew and the love she gave to him could not be understood. Not even his love that he spoke of was a patch on the love she saw in his eyes.

Maybe he did love her but even so, that love was without respect. Her tired body fell down on the bed. The torn sleeve amused her. The rust of the fence it hooked on glittered on the black dress in the light. The same sound echoed through the room as she tore off the sleeve. The sounds in the street faded away outside as he ran his fingers up her leg. Her dress slipped up her legs, the cold air around her body slipped off her like silk as her body heat raced to match her heartbeat.

She did not mind him touching her. It is part of love and the warm feeling in her heart.

A tear ran down her cheek. If this is truly part of love then why does it hurt so much? Her wrists started to hurt as his hands gripped her tighter. She could feel her body get bruises with every move he made. The air filled with the smell of his so-called love. Her blood flowed onto the sheets. The bloodstain sank into the bed and smudged across the bed as he pulled her over it. He hugged her, the bruises felt like it melted across her body to form one big bruise. As he let her go, she pulled herself across the bed away from him. Her legs felt numb. As she looked at him that same loving grin was still on his face.

He got up and walked to the bathroom, a tap opened and she could hear the water flow down the drain. The water flowed smoothly over the white porcelain. Her blood rubbed off his hands and stuck to the smallest protrusion in the basin. The water pulling at the blood seems to peal it off the basin and pull it down the drain. She can still feel his hands on her. Smell him over and in her. Her body cramps as she tries to pull herself over the bed. Her dress slides off the edge of the bed as she kicks the blankets aside. The eyes in the paintings hanging on the walls seem to follow her every move. The smile on the copy of Leonardo's 17th Century nude Mona Lisa faded, a tear and sad face formed. It seemed as if the flowers around her died and the paint turned to ash. Next to the door Velázquez's painting of the Virgin Mary, her once clean dress was now stained with blood the twelve stars surrounding her head fell to the ground, the Virgin Mary’s eyes opened and looked straight at her. The white clouds in the background grew black and formed a storm.

The broken girls eyes searched the room, her small shoes was at the door to the living room next to his shoes. Above it fear and guilt was ravaging in Judas's eyes glaring at Christ. The Last Supper, such a fitting painting for the moment, forgiveness and sadness glows in Christ's eyes. The way Judas betrayed Christ's love, the way he broke her. The rest of the saints turn their heads and look down on Judas. Hate fills their eyes, the difference between men and Christ becomes clear as Christ looks down on Judas with love in his eyes.

He enters the room, fear fills her.
"Sorry, here let me help you." He walks closer and hands her small and soft panties to her. Her shivering hands reach out and pull it from his hand. She slips on the panty and curls up on the bed.

He lies down beside her. She pushes herself away from him and slides off the bed with the blanket. She crawls to the corner of the room and curls up against the wall. As he pulls the stained sheets over him, she stares at him until he falls asleep. Her tiered body stops shivering as the first raindrop hits the roof. She looks down at the blood running down her legs, her body jolts as she starts to cry from the shock.

13:4

Love suffers long and is kind; love does not
envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up;
does not behave rudely, does not seek its
own, is not provoked, thinks no evil;
does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in
the truth;
bears all things, believes all things, hopes all
things, endures all things.

Just a note

Nothing ever makes sense until you take a step back, take a long hard look and wait for it to hit you. The open Bible, on the table next to the window, the words of love did not match the love drifting in the room.

Its words we all want to hear. A soft loving touch we all want to feel, a kiss we want to taste. With those words in my mind ..."Sit with me"
"That star is yours..."
"I know it's flickering."
"Forget that and look closely, it's the same as my heartbeat. It's the words I want to say."
It is the words we all want to hear.
"Here it's a code."
"I love you."

Sweet isn’t it?

As she looks up at the star flickering in the heavens, he folds his arms around her. standing behind her, he looks down at her. She turns around in his arms and hugs him. It’s a pretty picture from a far. He leads her trough the park to the gate at the north end. As they pass trough the gate her dress hooks on the fence, as she tries to unhook it he pulls her through the gateway. The fence tears a small gap in the black dress. As they walk the rust in the tear, glints like the stars.
"Look" She whispers to him.
He looks down and notices the tear.
"How did that happen?"
His question shocked her. How could he not even notice his own doing?
How did that happen, she asked herself.

His words kept on jumping through her mind. Her eyes grew black and she fell asleep curled up in the corner.

Her eyes shoot open it felt as if the room pulled in on her. The room seemed different. Through the tears in her eyes, a distorted picture started to form. The walls seem to move with the flickering of the swinging light. The once clean and neat room was in chaos. A leak in the roof shatters the dream as a drop fell on her bruised cheek. The pain slowly moves over her as her eyes search through the room for something to comfort her.

The cold corner next to the bed grows dark as the light shorts and dies. The dry blood pulls her skin with every move she makes. In the darkness, her tears start to flow, as she painfully starts to search for her dress. Her hand slips on the pool of blood next to her. The rain stops as her fingertips touch the edge of the dress. Her body cramps and refuses her to stand up. She drags the dress closer it hooks on the wooden floor and tears. The sound of the tearing dress pushes her against the cold floor. A sick smell hangs in the room. As she pulls herself up onto the bed, she hears the shower door close and the tap open. The dripping sound of the shower replaces that of the rain that fell outside.

The last painting

In the open drawer next to her, a voice calls her. The cold hard black steel reflects the light across her face. She reaches out and picks up the cold black pistol. She rests the top shaft of the gun between her small breasts. The cold steel matches her cold body. The cocked gun looks up at her. Her small hands grip the pistol with no fear, as she slides her finger over the trigger. The tap closes and silence fills the house. She slowly turns and faces the bathroom. As he opens the bathroom door the pistol kicks back into her small hands, the pistol drops to the ground as she lets go from the pain. The un-aimed bullet shoots across the room and trough his throat. Through the smoke the pain in his face becomes clear, like Manet's Execution of the Emperor Maximilian, which hangs on the wall next to him. His head pulls back and his hands cramps into fists from the pain. The blood rushes down his chest. His hands grabbed at his throat to cover the bullet wound. The painting depicts a rifleman reloading his rifle. Her small hands reach down at the pistol. As she picks it up his half-open, eyes shoot open. She points the pistol at him.
"Now you know how sorry feels." The pistol kicks back into her hands, the nine millimeter bullet screeches trough the thick air in the room.

Aftermath

Nine years later the now twenty-year-old woman. The scares of that day still hide in the shadows at night. She still feels the wooden floor shake under her small feet that day, as his lifeless body hit the floor.

Love is an easy word to use If you do not know what you are getting yourself into. The moment of then, it is the pain of losing what you hold dear. It is the beginning of the end, the irritation that we pretend not to show, replaces the motivation.

The motivation, which put those two bullet shells on the floor.

First iTouch

noreply@blogger.com (Armitag3) — Thu, 22 Nov 2007 22:48:00 +0000

Right so for all you iTouch users out there remember if you want to post on a forum or blog you need to select the edit HTML option to use the text box. I have to admit this is way easier that I thought it should be. Well now to test the uploading speed. Holding thumbs this works. ^_^

Theme

noreply@blogger.com (Armitag3) — Thu, 22 Nov 2007 15:02:00 +0000

Before I forget I am working on a theme but as for now this is it.
I will be PCless for a few weeks while I travel back to that place I use to call home.
So do not expect anything new till at least end of Jan.
I will upload new posts with my iTouch......just need to find a M&B.

PS. Welcome to the Blog Baas. You are my first tester. Its open playground so enjoy.

Sonic

noreply@blogger.com (Armitag3) — Thu, 22 Nov 2007 14:53:00 +0000

Ever had this idea that you can come up with something new, I did. (About two days ago.)
Finally after two days of thinking about this I have decided that I will try my best and see how it goes.

We all know that most words have alternate meanings or words that's not even a word but now it is, you know what I mean. Lets start with the oldies:
Cool: Not ganna explane the meaning, if you don’t know it. Turn off the PC and get back into the hole you just got out of.
Phwn: To dominate or kill something.
Bling: Some sort of oversized jewlery or just about anything oversized of something you can show off with. Remember the A-Team, B.A. had bling.

I can go on forever with this but here is my aim:

I want to make the word SONIC global. If you are talking about something fast you call it sonic.
I.E. Did you see Asafa Powell run the 100 meters that was sonic.

Remember this and make it part of your daily speech. People will catch on…….I hope.

Well done random thoughts you did it again.

MMO or Life

noreply@blogger.com (Armitag3) — Thu, 22 Nov 2007 14:32:00 +0000

Well this is the point of no return in a way.
I recon the day you start a blog is the day you sell your soul to the net……hold on I started play'n MMO's ages ago. On that topic lets start a MMO discussion.

Now for those of you that don’t know MMO (Massive Multiplayer Online). Wiki (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page) or Google (http://www.google.co.uk) it if you want to know more than this:
Game developers came up with this kick @ss idea that multiplayer was not enough and started developing games that loads of people can play in real time on the same plane at the same time online. Now this is a brilliant idea. Hundreds (These days millions.) of people that share the same interests can run around together and well do things (Mainly some sort of Quest.) together and gain rewards for it. Mind you virtual awards. As in not real. Anyway back to the point for most of these games / MMO's you pay a monthly fee to play. So you play real money to gather virtual money (In most cases.) to buy virtual items for your character to be able to beat up bigger monsters. Now don’t get me wrong, I love MMO's but what I want to try and figure out is why. Is it the satisfaction of knowing you are a hardcore toon (Character.) phwning (Killing) big @ss (Big @ss) monsters, something you cant really do in real life or the fact that you can interact with other people and not worry about any of life's problems. Wait that wasn’t the point I was trying to make……Life is short right and according to most religions you only get one. So is it a waste to spend (In some cases.) 20 hours a day play'n a MMO. If you enjoy it and you get some sort of satisfaction out of play'n it. If it makes you enjoy life that little bit more.