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For my digital design class we had to create a world for our final project, and then design a website based upon said world. This was a five-week-long task, and we had to include moving things and imported textures and stuff we built in other programs... basically we got to play God and make our own little universe based on some given precedent images.
Being the slaker spazmoid that I am, I kept changing my idea and starting over and skipping class to go watch rugby or swim in the ocean and then I realized oh dear I have two days to finish this in. And honestly, this experience has taught me a lot about religion.
God did not create the world in seven days. God farted around and drew cartoons of doofy people and ate ice cream for the first six days. On the afternoon of day six, God finally got down to business because he realized that he was about to violate his given time frame. God then stayed up all night in his studio working on his designs; he had a little too much coffee and the nice beaches that were supposed to happen in northern Europe ended up as fiords, he dumped some ice cream on the map and then decided that since he couldn't get it all off he might as well make it symmetrical because it looked better (it should have been brown at the poles but he tried to use white out), and there are so many oceans on this planet because it was a hell of a lot easier to create heaps of ocean space instead of working out the terrain layers for more dry land. On the seventh day, God rested- meaning he passed out on the floor under his table in the studio for a few hours and woke up with a Doritos bag stuck to his face. Then he realized that he had labeled his project as finished and handed it in with a few grievous programming errors that had created little viruses like right-wing Republicans, Ugg boots, skinny jeans, and the Boston Red Sox, but that it was already out of his hands. God spent the next week hoping that these glitches would hold off on crashing the program long enough for him to get a decent grade.
Being the slaker spazmoid that I am, I kept changing my idea and starting over and skipping class to go watch rugby or swim in the ocean and then I realized oh dear I have two days to finish this in. And honestly, this experience has taught me a lot about religion.
God did not create the world in seven days. God farted around and drew cartoons of doofy people and ate ice cream for the first six days. On the afternoon of day six, God finally got down to business because he realized that he was about to violate his given time frame. God then stayed up all night in his studio working on his designs; he had a little too much coffee and the nice beaches that were supposed to happen in northern Europe ended up as fiords, he dumped some ice cream on the map and then decided that since he couldn't get it all off he might as well make it symmetrical because it looked better (it should have been brown at the poles but he tried to use white out), and there are so many oceans on this planet because it was a hell of a lot easier to create heaps of ocean space instead of working out the terrain layers for more dry land. On the seventh day, God rested- meaning he passed out on the floor under his table in the studio for a few hours and woke up with a Doritos bag stuck to his face. Then he realized that he had labeled his project as finished and handed it in with a few grievous programming errors that had created little viruses like right-wing Republicans, Ugg boots, skinny jeans, and the Boston Red Sox, but that it was already out of his hands. God spent the next week hoping that these glitches would hold off on crashing the program long enough for him to get a decent grade.