Stayed up all night, then crashed at around 9:00am. Woke up about a half-hour ago, had a cup of tea. Mouth now feels a little less like something crawled into it and died.
Didn't stay up for any good
reason, mind you. I was fiddling with the new edition of the DAZ3D Studio software (which is free here
, incidentally, if anyone feels like taking the plunge into 3D artwork (but it's the models that cost)), which produces some beautiful renders, but on default settings take so long
even with this relatively whizzy (well, relative to my old PPC) Mac mini. This simple composition:
took something like an hour to render.
(Bizarrely (to me, anyway), from watching a tutorial I discovered that the "DAZ" in "DAZ3D" is apparently pronounced "dawz" and not, well, like the soap powder:
"Dahz" I could understand, but "dawz"? I'm now wondering how to pronounce the "Daw" in "Daw Books". (No, I'm not going to rewrite those in phonetic type.))
So I was listening to podcasts while waiting for the renders — none of which I can remember now — and reading File770's Puppy/Hugo round-up in real time as various US timezones phased in and out of their pre-bedtime commenting periods. The one good bit of that was the History on the Really Retro Hugos, summarised here
on Simon Bucher-Jones's blog.
Sadly, no records whatsoever have survived from UrCon (ca. 13.8 gigayears Before Present Era). From what little physical evidence has survived, we can surmise that one of the events was some sort of fireworks display that got exceedingly out of hand. [..]
The award itself dates back to 1197 and Bishop Hugo de Rainault (brother of the then Sherrif of Nottingham) who it will be remembered offered ‘a mighty prize for the most puissant account of how yon addlepate knave Robin Earle yclept Loksley might best be set about his heels.’ [..] The original silver arrow has now become over time the stylised ‘rocket robin hood’ shape of the current award.
I also realised that the commenter Brian Z over there is almost certainly the alien Rorschach from Peter Watts' Blindsight
(also available free, here
*), with no real understanding of the symbols he is manipulating. Whether the entity behind him is self-aware is another matter.
Despite my missing the greater part of the day, the sun is still shining, and I have an urge to put my shorts and sandals on and go for a stroll. I may be some time. Like an hour or so.*Though bear in mind James Nicoll's assessment of Peter Watts' authorial viewpoint: "Whenever my urge to live becomes too strong, I read Peter Watts."