MAESTRO

If I lay in bed and brace my bare feet against the wall, then I can feel it vibrate slightly when trucks of sufficient tonnage rumble down the street outside. Whether that means they’re eight cylinder engines, or larger, I don’t know. A few years ago someone told me that Schwann trucks all run on propane now. Tbh, I thought only barbecue grills ran on propane.

Kinda goes to show you how quickly technology moves; it can be challenging to stay abreast of everything. Just yesterday a company named Heliogen announced it’s found a way to produce temperatures of over 1,000 degrees Celsius using artificial intelligence, a field of mirrors and good ol’ natural sunlight. It’s significant because, for the first time, it’s now possible to make steel and concrete without using fossil fuels.

Meanwhile, in my little world…

I designed a character awhile back, sometime in July, who’s a member of a small band. He doesn’t have many lines, and there are two different versions of his character model (long story), but the design took a few turns along the way, including in the WIP screenshot seen above.

He plays the drums, but he’s… well, unique.

I wrote a modest amount of code to sync his movements to the music that’s playing, specifically the snare, bass drum and cymbals. It ended up being quite a bit more involved than I’d expected, since I couldn’t find sheet music for everything, which meant specifying beats manually… like, by hand.

Still, the overall effect makes me laugh a bit. It’s funny to watch a scrappy creature with tentacles for arms play percussion.

As kids, when my brothers and I played with our legos, we’d have “Lego Shows”, and I’d tell them when and where to zoom from one end of the room to the other with attack aircraft, when to make a building explode, when various enemy commanders needed to die, and when to remove a hero from the scene.

I guess not much has changed, for me.

I’m still the maestro, always trying to the read the wind and sense the next big moment around the bend.

Sounds like a song, doesn’t it?

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