The gentle pitter patter of rain drops

Motorway simulator AS3.0

Again, this is just a proof of concept. More time on this will enable the cars to become much more intelligent.

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Isometric AS3.0 City

It’s only a start. But it’s a nice proof of concept. XML driven.

More coming soon… just as soon as I get some time!!!

Some people…

…need to be smashed into a million pieces and then put back together. Maybe then they’ll realise how cool they actually are.

Hungry Trains

He can’t eat on trains.

But he can! He just hides his food when people are around. He will gladly chomp his way through a cheese burger on his way home from a late night at work. But as soon as he hears someone coming he’ll swallow whatever is in his mouth (which normally hasn’t been chewed enough making his eyes water as it finds it’s way down), wrap up his food and pretends he has nothing. Sometimes the person would get off earlier than him, allowing him to continue with his belated snack, other times he would have to wait till he got all the way to his station. By this point the food is cold and, not liking cold food that was originally hot, he would throw it away and settle for what he managed to eat before his interruption. Eating disorder? No… he likes to eat. He goes out for dinner with friends and has no problem eating and holding conversation. He’d like to know why it’s different on those hungry trains.

Plonker?

You’ll never know

A standing dive (of poor technique) into the murky depths of consumerism.

“…half a world”

Damn those pipe cleaners!

The work was boring. Unbelievably boring. The battle to remain in a conscious state had begun. I held open my eye lids hoping that when released they’d remain in position but my eyelids are not made from pipe cleaners. I sometimes hoped my nose was, that would be fun, but it was never going to work. Sit up straight. Open that window. Turn that music up. They were all obvious suggestions. If I’m getting out of this one I’ll need cunning.

The most important thing to remember is that you must stay awake!

In an open plan office a sleeping baby is easy to spot. And how they’d scowl if they saw me sleeping. On the job. I dread to think what might happen. I suppose being stabbed over the matter would be somewhat “extreme” given the circumstances but it was something I wasn’t willing to risk. It was getting tough now though. It was getting really tough. My lashes started to narrow my field of vision as my eyes strained to stay open. Damn those pipe cleaners!

I reached out with my legs hoping the stretch may facilitate the solution. The theory was valid. I stretch out in the mornings so maybe I can trick my body into feeling it is the morning. That is cunning! No, that would never work, a terrible idea. What if my body remained 8 hours behind? I’d be in the wrong time zone completely! I’d eventually have to move to Seattle or San Francisco which, on the face of it, didn’t strike me as a particularly bad idea, it just wasn’t something I’d budgeted for. Anyway, it’s probably not the best idea to piss off my body right now anyway. I ate a dodgy marrow last night and I’m still having repercussions. Nope, I was going to need to change my tactic. But it was too late for I had already thrown my plan into action. I was desperate and it was chaos up there. Someone needed to take control. But it was too late. The order had been given and the legs were out. I had slumped. I was now at my desk, laying down, incapable of retracting. All I had left was my rationale, barely conscious conscience. “Must stay awake, must stay awake…”

It was at this point that I woke up.