Wait, What?
SO.
Mainly, I'm creating a very intricate texture set for a very intricate 3D model, and my brains, they are twitching much.
This involves using a small section of stitching and copy and pasting and placing and shifting and bending and coaxing it along logical hemlines. Other people have handy programs that do this magically, but I have yet to find any that work for me. Thus I do this by hand.
It constantly brings to mind a story I was told lo many moons ago when I was going to Primary. That is the Latter Day Saints version of Sunday School. It's not on Sunday. As I recall is the different ages (I think) had different rankings (Moon beams, Sun rays, twinkling stars, like that there, and I wanted to be in the stars SO BAD.)
Also, I can't really tell you WHY I was going to the LDS church... we weren't LDS. O.o; Ditto for the fine Catholic and Lutheran ejumacational things. Right, well, anyhow.
The young lady heading the class told this lovely tale of how there was this baby. Both an angel and a devil wanted the baby. God tells them that whoever could make a nicer dress for the baby would get the baby.
Got that? Right.
Anyhow, so the Angel, being smarter and evidently also having read Laura Ingalls books, uses short lengths of thread and though she has to stop often to start a new strand, she does nice neat work.
The Devil, being not so good in domestic arts, uses whoppingly long lengths of thread which of course get tangled and snarled and twisted.
Baby goes to the angel! Yayyyyy!
And I stared at the lady. "What, dear?" she asked.
"Why was God going to let the Devil take a baby?!?!" I mean, GOOD GRIEF!!! I could have been THIS CLOSE to being handed over to a devil if that devil happened to have gone to home economics!! We were all at risk if our guardian angels weren't good on the old Singer!
Much stuttering. Much wide eyed stuttering. Finally, she hits on: Of course God knew that the Devil could never make a nice baby dress.
"Then why didn't God just give the baby to the Angel and tell the Devil to shove off?"
More stuttering, and she brings in an older woman.
"Because God wanted to show the Devil that good always wins."
"Why wouldn't the Devil already know that?" I mean, come on. It's a devil. Evil. In most religious stuff, Evil Never Wins. "What if the Devil knew how to sew? What if the Devil had a sewing machine? Or went to the store and bought a dress? Why would God give anyone a baby for a DRESS??"
One of the Elders marched in as the ladies were in difficulties.
"Because it's a STORY. That's why. Go eat your Graham crackers."
I ate my graham crackers. And reflected that it was easier to make a dress with shorter bits of thread, unless you have a sewing machine, where you want them to be long.
Which leads me back to copy and pasting bits of stitching.
This entirely pointless tale has been brought to you by Crazeh In A Can Inc. Go eat your Graham crackers.
Mainly, I'm creating a very intricate texture set for a very intricate 3D model, and my brains, they are twitching much.
This involves using a small section of stitching and copy and pasting and placing and shifting and bending and coaxing it along logical hemlines. Other people have handy programs that do this magically, but I have yet to find any that work for me. Thus I do this by hand.
It constantly brings to mind a story I was told lo many moons ago when I was going to Primary. That is the Latter Day Saints version of Sunday School. It's not on Sunday. As I recall is the different ages (I think) had different rankings (Moon beams, Sun rays, twinkling stars, like that there, and I wanted to be in the stars SO BAD.)
Also, I can't really tell you WHY I was going to the LDS church... we weren't LDS. O.o; Ditto for the fine Catholic and Lutheran ejumacational things. Right, well, anyhow.
The young lady heading the class told this lovely tale of how there was this baby. Both an angel and a devil wanted the baby. God tells them that whoever could make a nicer dress for the baby would get the baby.
Got that? Right.
Anyhow, so the Angel, being smarter and evidently also having read Laura Ingalls books, uses short lengths of thread and though she has to stop often to start a new strand, she does nice neat work.
The Devil, being not so good in domestic arts, uses whoppingly long lengths of thread which of course get tangled and snarled and twisted.
Baby goes to the angel! Yayyyyy!
And I stared at the lady. "What, dear?" she asked.
"Why was God going to let the Devil take a baby?!?!" I mean, GOOD GRIEF!!! I could have been THIS CLOSE to being handed over to a devil if that devil happened to have gone to home economics!! We were all at risk if our guardian angels weren't good on the old Singer!
Much stuttering. Much wide eyed stuttering. Finally, she hits on: Of course God knew that the Devil could never make a nice baby dress.
"Then why didn't God just give the baby to the Angel and tell the Devil to shove off?"
More stuttering, and she brings in an older woman.
"Because God wanted to show the Devil that good always wins."
"Why wouldn't the Devil already know that?" I mean, come on. It's a devil. Evil. In most religious stuff, Evil Never Wins. "What if the Devil knew how to sew? What if the Devil had a sewing machine? Or went to the store and bought a dress? Why would God give anyone a baby for a DRESS??"
One of the Elders marched in as the ladies were in difficulties.
"Because it's a STORY. That's why. Go eat your Graham crackers."
I ate my graham crackers. And reflected that it was easier to make a dress with shorter bits of thread, unless you have a sewing machine, where you want them to be long.
Which leads me back to copy and pasting bits of stitching.
This entirely pointless tale has been brought to you by Crazeh In A Can Inc. Go eat your Graham crackers.