This is a Blender Dumbass Story Exercises.
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This story is based on true events. Tho how true I cannot be sure. After all he was slightly drunk that night.
He grew up in a Jewish family. His father always was a kind a fanatic. It seems that it was not much because he himself wanted to be one but more because of his surrounding. A lot of people around his father were fanatics and to fit in his family also was. His mom said "If you take enough people with the same mental illness and put them all in one neighborhood you will be considered crazy to be normal near them.".
So by the age 13 this boy ended up in a special Jewish facility for young boys. Basically a school. But with few differences. For example there was no math, or physics class. There was just holly book after holly book. With few special classes here and there. There was no girls. Even being in contact with a female outside of the family circle could get you suspended. They were really concerned, you know. Yeah... Also every week and holidays kids were given vodka to drink. There were some limitations on how much they could drink. But after teachers were getting drunk the limitations usually were forgotten.
I don't say he was too drunk that night. But it happened on one of those nights. He felt a little bit dizzy. Kinda when you want to listen to music a lot. And so he dug up his player. Put on the headphones. And started listening to songs while looking at the starts.
It was before they made rules about what music could they have. It was before they banned players with removable memory cards. Before they would check closets for jeans. Before they would suspend him for a phone found hidden under his pillow.
The stars were pretty that night. He sees a satellite moving towards him. A red dot in the sky. A red dot with in lots and lots of white dots is moving towards him. Wait it's stopping. He sees it right above him. A song ago it was above the horizon. And now it's like 200 meter above his head. Fear kick in. It's not a dot. He clearly sees a triangular construction. What is this? A frame from Close Encounters Of The Third Kind pops into mind. A red ship. Red dots people saw. Steven Spielberg researched that movie. At least that's what he read. Is this red pyramid above him a UFO? A friend comes. "Hey do you see this?". The pyramid flies away. "Hey let's go after it. It's a UFO"... Two of them went after the red triangle. The pyramid gone under the horizon. He never seen this again. What was it?
Daphne lives alone. Her mother and brother are laying dead in the hallway. Blood is dry. Flies are all over their bodies. Daphne knows where is the man who did it all. Daphne is angry. They looked at her when she crossed the streets. People thought she did it. People thought she is a very bad child. Only few people known the truth. She loved her dad. Perhaps too much. Even before she knew it was her dad. But now she needs to save him. This monster keeps him alive to pay. Daphne teamed up with few more kids in her school. All like her 9 year olds. All angry. All willing to die, but to kill the killer of her mom and a little baby brother. All willing to kill Daphne's grandfather. The car was stolen. The car was driven to the place where granny lives. Guns were stolen. Kids were armed. Daphne, her best friend Michele and 2 boys Zack and Max from their school are now the bad kids. Are now about the kill. They move closer and closer to the gate. The gate is locked. So they need to climb over it. Zack comes from over the wall to the gate and looks up at the building. There is a silhouette of a man in a window. Michele looks at him from behind. - Don't shoot. It might be Fred. - says Michele. - it might be Daphne's dad. Zack puts his hand on the gate for the attempt to climb it. As soon as he does a red light appears visible from the window. The man's silhouette turn to the gate. He raises his arm. A flash of fire. A loud bum. He just shot at the gate. Zack is hurt. The side of his stomach was penetrated. - Let's get out of here - cries Michele. - You can leave. I'm going in. - says Daphne. The man in the window is gone. And they just barely hear sounds of steps. Daphne with Max climb the gate. Michele stays with Zack. Daphne and Max stop at the front door. They hide by the sides. So they would not be seen through the eye peace. The door shoots open. There is Granny. Just so happened to be Max sees him and Daphne is blocked by the door that just opened. Max raises the gun. He shoots. The bullet penetrates the door and hits Daphne in the shoulder. Granny turns at Max and shoots him in the chest. Max. A little 9 year old boy. Just fell. He is bleeding and crying. Granny rises the gun again. Points to Maxes head. About to make sure that Max is dead. Adrenalin rush is quite a unique thing. Everything is suddenly slow. It's the spider sense. It's the quick-sliver slow-mo scene. It's the Matrix bullet-time. Daphne comes out from the other side of the door. And using her other hand... - For dad, for mom, for Tommy, Zack and Max. Die motherfucker! ... using her other hand. Shoots her own grandfather to death. How did granny knew? Why would he go so far to get his revenge? Fred and Daphne loved each other before she knew it was her father. Similar to how Humbert loved Dolores Hays. Similar to how Leon loved Matilda. Similar to how Zack loves Michele. And no old man should be able to prevent it. That what Daphne thought when she looked from the window of an asylum for young murderers. When just in the next building was a facility for sexual predators. Where from the window she could barely make out the shapes of her father, her beloved, Fred. THE END
So my name is Patrick. Patrick Cucumber. I am 12. My favorite color is pink. And I wear glasses. I love chemistry. It's my favorite class in school. I love when colorful water with a silly name is mixed with another colorful water with a silly name and you get a third different color water and even sillier name. My doctor from school advised me today to start a diary. Alright I guess I'll go sleep. Tuesday. They told me that I forgot to indicate a day last day in the diary. So here I am indicating. It is Tuesday. They call me "The Pee" in the school. I don't like it. Its making me feel not that great. I think they are referring to my name Patrick Cucumber. Because Cucumbers are like green willies. And that's what they are joking about. I just found the new best class. It's biology. They were showing pictures of naked women today. I liked it. Wednesday. My teacher in the biology class is a very good man. He always loves hugging people. And he never said a bad word to me. He explained that the kids in the school call me DP, not The Pee. What ever this supposed to mean. Tuesday. I just found my old diary. It was under the closet the entire time. Let's update. My name is Patrick Cucumber. I'm 15. And in class they call me DP. Short for Director Of Photography. I like cameras. Today I took a sneaky picture of Helena. She is our teacher of the English language. She is hot. Wednesday. I think I like this diary more then the other. Today I found out. That they were joking about the DP all the time. Because there is this guy Roger Dickins. So I think they were laughing at my last name after all. Not feeling that well. Thursday. I saw aliens. True... Not joking. Tuesday. Oh my god. What a cringe. This is my old fucking diary. Ha. Alright. Let's update. My name is Patrick Cucumber. I am 27 years old. I work at Hollywood as a Director of Photography. Yesterday I've been on the Oscars. Met with Roger Deakins. He is a truly crazy guy. Living well. Still saw the aliens tho. I need to go look what Benedict Cumberbatch doing right now.
This happened on the last day of the great war of 2053. I was only 10 years old. I remember being terrified to death from the silent motors. You could here before bombings. It wasn't a loud mass massacre as all of the wars hundred years before that. I was rather silent. You hear propellers trying to mask them self in the wind, getting louder and louder. At first you barely hear them. Then you can just make out the sound. You sweat cold sweat. Because in any moment, at any second there is a click and a bum. Silent one. Like if somebody just slapped a fly with their hands. But you know that it wasn't a fly. You hear a human body falling. Those little fellas. I saw one on the first day of the war. They are really tiny. About the size of a clock on a watch. The one I saw had a little device on it. Later I learned it was what's called a tree-sixty camera. An eye that looks at every direction in the same time. So that day... I remember waking up from the dust that fell into my nose. The construction we used to hide was made very poorly. And somebody just fallen on the top floor. "Little Fellas!" - I heard my mom scream. See... everybody had this thing called EXP in the head. It's short of "Expensive". It was a little mind reading cheap. It wasn't called Chip because it wasn't cheap. It was expensive. At first at least. By 2053 it reached nearly everyone. The idea was that you could interface with machines and online services. Basically control your computer with your mind. But then our lords, people who enforce all kinds of rules. They started to use it to identify who's from their perspective Thinks Wrong. And so little fellas appeared. Everybody knew what those things called, everybody knew who's controlling them. But we could not think the words. - It was drones? - ( somebody interrupted ) Please. I don't really feel good about this word. Or anything related to the words we didn't speak at that time. ... ... So yeah. Where was I? She screams LITTLE FELLAS. And we all know that we need to keep our thoughts straight. The hardest thing in the situation in NOT to thing about the stuff you not supposed to think about. Because it's immediately comes to your mind automatically. Even harder is to try not thinking. Try it. You can't. You will think about not thinking. And for the fellas it was the same as wishing to die. They aren't humans. Not thinking is not executing code or whatever. Means dead. And wanting to die is illegal of-course. So I hear the sound of the propellers. I know that one little fella is quite close. I'm terrified. I'm just a little kid. And this rush of thoughts comes through my mind. The fella gets so close that I hear him right near my ear. I hear it come closer and sits on my head. My mom looks at me. She can't move to do anything. Because it requires complex thought. I hear a click. But somethings wrong. The fella doesn't explode. So I grab him with my hand and look at it. I feel like somebody is now looking at me though his eye. Somebody smarter then the other fellas so far. It flies away from my hand toward an open area in the room. And then BUM. It's gone. Later they told me that I was thinking about so many things so closely to the fella. That his circuit was overwhelmed. And he could not bare with it. So many conflicting thoughts happened to him in the same time. His job was to listen to what people think and decide whether this person should live or die based on the pre-existing model of good and bad in his system. But somehow this rush of thoughts made his question his own core values. To the point that he was confused whether his own existence worth it. So there it was. The first ever AI suicide. Yeah. Not guns. Or tanks. Or sword won this war. But a little kid with an active brain. What the hell am I talking about kids? Go sleep!
This was a cold day in the middle of the Autumn's yellowness. It was just after a rain. Streets were wet in a pretty way. Reflecting things. It was near the dark part of the evening. But some light could still be seen in the sky. Clouds were slowly going away. Raining on the other parts of the town. It wasn't a big town. It was tiny. It's biggest supermarket was the Johnny's Store. It's a garage with a couple of shelf and an old cash desk from pre-computer era. An old man Johnny sit there, bored to his death. His phone is laying besides him on a table. But the phone is too old to be entertaining. So poor Johnny is just sitting there. Somebody comes by. Johnny feels it. And infect somebody does appear. A little kid. "He has no money" thinks Johnny to him self. But the kid stops and looks at Johnny. "He will ask me for something for free." Thinks Johnny. The kid puts his hand in the pocket of his pants. Johnny is kind a confused a little. The kid takes out a grenade. A real military grenade. - What the fuck! - Says Johnny. - Sorry. - Says kid. He pulls the ring and throws it to the right of Johnny. The grenade flies. Johnny is hiding behind the desk. The grenade falls near the store on the out side. Near the corner. Closer to the road then the walls. A van appears. BUM!!! Van explodes. Flying to the air. Peaces of the van fling to all directions. The van flips. A man with a big automatic gun shows in the van. He still alive. He loads the gun and points it onto the kid. - Do you have here a security camera? - Asks kid from Johnny. - Yes. - Where is it? Johnny is pointing to the far back in the store. There is a tiny old camera. Yellowed from time. Hanging on the corner. - Shit! - Say the kid. The guy in the van starts shooting. Kid is running into the store. The guy in the van stops shooting. He waits when the kid will come back. Meanwhile the kid puts his school bag on the floor and takes out a little UZI gun. Johnny is scared and confused in the same time. The kid loads the gun and get's out of the store. The guy in the van starts shooting again. He hits the side of kid's solder scratching him a little bit. The kid is not even noticing the scratch. He points the gun and shoots one bullet. The guy in the van is dead. It was a head shot. - Where is your security camera storage unit? - Asks the kid. - Over there in the computer, don't kill me. - Thank you. The kid aim at Johnny. Shoots a bullet and kills him. Then goes to the computer under the camera. Opens it up. And takes all of hard drives with him. He comes to the cash desk. Takes the boring phone of Johnny's and calls. - Autumn , Rain. 42 B NC 13. - says the kid - Mission accomplished. Damages. One civilian witness and a hard drives with an unfortunate security camera footage. Operation Spy Kids. Over and out.
Written by J.Y.Amihud ( For STORY EXERCISE )
Hi there. Sup? Here's is ya boy, Blender Dumbass aka J.Y.Amihud. The filmmaker. And while the movie The Eight Year Olds is yet not began making. I still want to talk about the structure of that thing. And not really about the places of turn points on the timeline of the story. But more like a mindset with which you can make any script better. There is strong temptation to reflect everything you experience into a story beats of your stories. You went to bar, or been in school, or at work and saw a funny, or interesting situation and now you trying to make it's way into your story. Stop it there. I suggest you look at the story you writing rather then the life you live in order to make it at least feel coherent. You can add your experiences here and there but be really careful with them. The movie I'm Not Even Human written by me long time ago and already done as a short film started as a homage to AI Artificial Intelligence. I simply copied most of it for the first draft. I remember playing it's soundtrack while being outside. The slow harmonic sound made me imagine weird things. Like a huge city block in the middle of sky slowly rotating. A story began to emerge. There should be hi tech. A fake kid in love with a girl. A robot character that is crazy. And a huge ship that makes our characters go to outer space. And similarly to AI a weird ending that makes you question everything. In the same time I started working on few other projects. "Sinking In The Fire" which was later a base for a Call Night Moon music video. I'm still thinking about adopting this story into a real movie one day. The premise is so interesting. A religious little girl meets an alien. What will she believe next? There was also "The Good Man" that's a working title. It's simply a small drama film about a lost boy being picked up by a family. Which he becomes a best friend. But in a futuristic setting. Where a bunch of interesting stuff can happen. There was "The Half Heart" a story about magical ( alien ) artifact that gives people superpowers in what they already have talent. It's shaped like a heart. But ones it's been broken to 2 peaces. And one part belongs to a guitarist girl. And the other peace to a street driver. This is basically an excuse for them doing there thing without me complying to the laws of physics. Like lets say he could drive on walls. And she could play so fast that it's impossible to spot her fingers. Or something. Also there was "Wrong Hate" about future and robots. And stuff. And there also was a scary film. Horror film set in our time. At first it would be revolving around a group of teens. Because those I had as potential actors. They find an underground entrance of some kind where they get attacked by a monster that get's bigger the more he eats. He eats on the kids and becomes big. Another and turns into a worm like huge thing that breaks the ground and gets out. Eats another and becomes a huge worm like in the Dune. Then our main characters say that they love each other and the monster eats them too. The end. I thought it would be sad enough to make people cry or something. And simple enough ( I had Blender back there already ) But the script was really hard to make. I was coming back to the start thinking that it's just not scary enough. I was looking back at movies like The Clock Work Orange or Psycho and how breaking barriers they were. How shocking it was back there. And what is shocking? I though to myself. Another flick where teens are dying one by one? There are plenty of those. Another body horror. There are plenty of those. What would be the most terrifying what would be so scary that I myself could not watch the film? Kids. Right little kids about 8 year old dying. From I don't know. There parent got crazy or some guy is walking around a killing them. I wrote one scene. Where a man killed his daughter with a knife after telling her "Happy Birthday" exactly as she turned 8. And showed it to one of the teachers in school. She read it and a disgust mixed with fear and shock appeared on her face. I thought YES. HERE IT IS. The concept. By there is more to be done. There are characters to write. It can't be just another stupid slasher. So I began slowly developing it in the back of head while working on the other stuff. The was making of I'm Not Even Human. And I made the boy real but fake from the perspective of society and something struck me. Respect children. Kids are cool as hell sometimes. Like in Goonies, Kick Ass or Logan. Kids that are bad ass makes this movie so much cooler. And I though okay. Then how about a kid character that investigates murders of children? Gal emerged from this thought. I needed a realistic way to make him access all kinds of stuff. So why not make a weirdo hacker guy help him. And make his father heavily dislike him. And the father should be a police man that can't be a police man at least now. Why? He is a witness. Or a suspect. His daughter, Gal's sister. Also dead. Also at age 8. They all now have motivation. The movie can be written. And they do their researches parallel to each other. Because Gal's father Ephraim dislikes the hacker guy who helps Gal. Now the process of writing it kicked in. And shortly after few scenes I realized. I can't write a movie field with characters and develop a world full enough with mysteries, clues, maps and all the other detective things. So began developing a software to help me with it. After few month and one experimental movie I had Blender-Organizer. In which I could plan my stories. Outline when what's happening. And focus on characters. By that time I learned that TENSION is one of the most important things in the cinema. If there is no tension your film is boring. You have to make things be really bad. They running out of time, they might find something they don't like, something bad is about to happen. Pulp Fiction opens with...
YOUNG MAN
No, forget it, it's too risky. I'm
through doin' that shit.
YOUNG WOMAN
You always say that, the same thing
too dangerous.
every time: never again, I'm through,
The tension is established right away. Something dangerous is about to happen.
And the tension is kept as movie progresses by all kinds of things. He goes with her to the dinner. But she is bosses wife. What if he screws up? What if something will happen between them? And so on...
So I thought why not doing the same thing? Why not keep a reasonable amount of tension & mystery at all times.
My movie starts with "You gonna die from a heart attack". Then we introduces to a new policeman that probably had proper training. And is ready to work. And the other policeman says how he is not ready to what they are working on. It's slowly escalating toward real chase after time. And killer wins and wins. But there is always just handful more chance then the last time. So you believe that something could be done. And the ending comes. But the tension doesn't. You kept in the tension as the credits role. I'm not going to spoil it just yet. But I will eventually when the movie comes out break down the entire script.
Meanwhile you can enjoy it's first five minutes in a previsualization stage in this video below.
Every body doing anything remotely complicated, I think, should have at least a rough estimation of an idea of what to do. If you make a movie. You don't just peek a camera and tell the actors , say this line, or that line. And then hopefully it will be assembled into a coherent narrative. I'm not saying that it's impossible to make it this way. I just simply thing having a script at least will help you a lot. Tho even some big Hollywood movies do not really rely on scripts but rather on storyboards or pre-visualization. But that's besides the point. YOU NEED TO HAVE A PLAN. If you somewhat familiar with Blender-Dumbass or J.Y.Amihud you maybe know about a project I like to call "The 8 Year Olds". The next movie that will be made by me. Tho it's really possible to make a movie. You have to have a particular set of skills. And I'm not talking about directing or writing skills. I proven myself having those long ago. If you don't believe me you can see my earlier films. I'm Not Even Human:
The Package, The Car & The Time Is Running Out:
But as you maybe realized there is a problem. Those 2 films are extremely small. Yes, one of them is whopping 32 minutes long animation project made by 1.2 people. ( my brother helped me set the renders and in one point with a camera ). Like how cool is that? This is not a successful movie tho. By the time of the writing of this article the movie had only 1847 views in total after a year and 2 month of being released. Let's compare it to "Following" a small feature shot on 8 mm film by Christopher Nolan. Before he became a real movie director. According to Box Office Mojo it's made 3668$ in the opening weekend. Let's do some math. Average movie ticket cost in 1999 when the film was released was roughly 5$ which makes it about 734 people on the first weekend only. At the first week of my film it was only about 150 people based on the YouTube analytics. Tho decrease this by some arbitrary number. Considering I did not charge 5$ from every body who saw the film. YouTube is free to watch tho nobody still watches it. Of course there is an argument to the other side. In cinema you have a handful of movies to actually go to. In YouTube you have millions of videos at your disposal at any given time. And if you are getting to work and you have 10 minutes to see a video. You will not click on a thumbnail that says 32 minutes in it's corner. I'm trying to argue that even tho I made an released a film. Nobody from the studios gonna really much care. Because it looks unimpressive. Every little channel can get a 1000 views. And my Blender Dumbass even not getting it for the most part. I'm not a good investment. It's not going to stop me tho. A lot of great films were made because a person is good at selling his stuff. Good pitch is what I need. And all I have is a phone and the email.
PLAN A: Try my best selling it to a studio. There are countless studios in the world. And many of them actually situated in Israel (where I live). I have the script and I have the first 5 minutes of the film in a storyboard form.
So it's not hard to present the project. This is the list of the studios I want to call by Monday: 2 TEAM PRODUCTIONS (tried) FILMOTRONIC JULY-AUGUST ZOA FILMS GUMFILMS MULLA PRODUCTIONS HIGHLIGHT FILMS CHAOS FILMS GREEN PRODUCTION I think I just run out of the list in the google maps. There were few more but not doing features. They like specialize on Adds ad VFX more. So I tried 2 team productions already. And it seems like they just simply tried to get away from me. They told me to send a short version of the pitch to the email. And did not answer since March. I'll call them again maybe. But not sure. If some of the productions will green - light the movie and the production will start happening I will hopefully will do a blog or vlog from the movie set. PLAN B: If the studios will be dicks. If such a thing happens and Studios are dicks. I will need to think differently. I will need to raise some money somehow through donations, patreon & other crowdfunding sites. Make an extensive crazy waist on advertising all of it. I can eat twice less if necessary. Try to get people who are good but not big names to act. Try to convince them to do it for free. This will mean to rent or buy my own equipment. Getting a decent 4k camera, or cameras. I'll probably will need to move between houses very often. Because renting a house and making it a set will be easier then building a set. And I need few different buildings. This will need a complete movie plan. Complete storyboard of the entire thing. With plans of where and how to shoot everything so detailed that I would not waist a single cent on time. If I rent equipment it's crucial. If I pay per hour to an actor it's crucial. I know most of those things will be done even if studios will green light it. But this time it's gonna on much tighter budget. With much less wondering about. Hope this is not gonna happen. And studios WILL find me interesting. But only the time will show.
Hey it's yo boy Blender Dumbass here typing loudly on a keyboard. And think what I like to do that's not Blender Related... Of course you don't know. What is wrong with me. I'm not that famous. Just 578 so people pressed the subscribe button. Sorry for the mind bleeding. But this blog is exactly for this kind a shit. Twitter just don't have enough characters. THINK ABOUT IT. MAKING AN ALTERNATIVE INTERNET SYSTEM. You know the Internet of today with it's WWWs and dot COMs. And the HTTPs and HTTPSs. Every our Internet browser can read those sites. Even some can read more then that. Like TOR can also access a weirder then HTTPS algorithm called ONION. But TOR can still do the basic browsing. And even tho ONION is non-readable by lets say a normal out of the box Chrome. It's nothing but encrypted HTTP. What I mean by it? Internet. The text you read. The page. The fonts, the images. It's all carried through the cables and satellites using a STANDARD coding. Standard way to communicate what words are italic or bold. What BIG and what small. And where to put images. Where to draw a box, a button, a video. All of it is sent through a cable from a server to your computer. And the browser reads those instructions to draw what you see on the screen. Somebody developed the HTML code to format a page. Somebody developed the HTTP protocol to send the page. Somebody developed the Java Script to do all the fancy stuff like YouTube's video play window. But what if I did my own version of all of it? What if I just took a server computer and wrote an alternative program. Alternative sending algorithm. Make it such a conventional browser could not read the site. Such as Google wouldn't know about it. Such is for normal people this site would not exist. But for me. With a special built browser. I could use it. Only me. Or few of selected friends. And I could do what ever I want with it. I can restrict for example the sites look to just simple texts and buttons. Or maybe allow multiple windows of tools. Or make it completely differently. Maybe the entire designs would be in 3D build for VR. I could do that theoretically at home. I did something like this with my Blender-Organizer. When you launch the UPDATE window. Organizer is downloading from the git repository a special file called update_info.data This file contains the information of what files been altered in what version.
The last line in every version is giving the organizer the information of where to get the update information file. Here is one. And then the organizer parses the text in the file and loads it to the screen almost like web page. But without the large HTML or JAVA SCRIPT nonsense. This format was developed strictly for one use only. And it's good for this use. BUT WHAT DO I DO WITH MY OWN ALTERNATIVE ALGORITHM? I know one use. If you own an algorithm you can an un-doable and restrict people. Make it so every page is encrypted with your private key or something. And nobody can make a site without this key. PROFITS. But how do sells such a thing when there is HTTP and shit already?
GOOD QUESTION. I introduces you to a world of Jewish "Doisim". This group of people so much afraid of the conventional internet that they have they own phone manufacturing companies. That make phones that ONLY CALL. No sms, no internet, no even camera and files. The reasons are that they save on purity of the what ever I don't get it enough to explain. But basically every image of a girl is PORN. And should be avoided. So basically Facebook for them equals to Pornhub. And SMS to dating sites. Because they found that you less shy when you type text rather then talking live with sound. They did tho developed a system that makes them access internet. It's called Internet Rimon. And it's like a traffic censoring extension. Think about Addblock. But instead it's Pornblock. But every little thing basically is a porn. Like Blender.org will not even run. It has images there of people. So you guessed it. It's deep. What I can do with an alternative system. Is make sites system and software. Completely disconnected from THE INTERNET but act similarly. And the RABBIS will have power of approval of the content. Making it the most "COSHER" platform to use. What you think. Give me some thoughts about it in the description.
What is the reason? Why am I writing the texts. Why am I trying to bore to death by reading things instead of just making a video on my YouTube channel? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME OMG? The answer is quite simple. I'm not only a video maker.
When I was a kid. Okay, let's move to a third person just for the sake of making it emotionally signifying to read. So there was a child as young as he is trying to understand the world around him as much as he can. Curious about everything and anything like all other kids. Was it four or five years spend wondering around thinking to him self. Who am I? How do I live? What's that peace of budah? And then his father took him and his brother to a ride.
It's dark outside of the car. Is it raining or skies are slowly crying? Drop by drop falling down. Not creating the unified sound of the rain he was familiar with. Hmmm... It's interesting thought the child. Rain is slow tonight. They arrived. A place in the middle of night. A kitchen. But not a regular one. Huge. Bigger then the one at home. Lot of rooms. Closed rooms. Sound of people. Other children, much bigger then him. "Come with me." Says father. And takes the hand of the child. Walking toward one of the closed room. The sound of the children is getting stronger. Stronger with every step. "They behind that door" thought to him self the child. And to his amusement when the father opened the door he discovered that he was right. Many kids. 12, 13 year olds. BIG GUYS. Sitting there in front of small TVs and pressing buttons on a thing below it. "This is a computer" says father. He takes the child gently and puts on a chair in front of one of those TVs. A program boots in. "This is a mouse" says father pointing on a weirdly shaped thing beside all of those buttons. "Try move it". The child takes this "Mouse" in his hand. Moves it on a table. And a little arrow on the TV moves accordingly. "Now try moving while pressing the button on the mouse" The child does exactly as father said. And to his amusement a line appears. Would he move the mouse in the circle. A circle would appear. Would he try to trace a face. A face would appear. Soon they gone away from this magical machine. But the child kept wondering what else can this machine do? What else can HE do? And so few years passed. Concepts like. Video Games, Movies, Drawing, Painting, Photographs, Stories both told and shown. Both written and performed. Appeared in his mind. And there he is crying in his bed. In the middle of night. Without possibility to make all of those things for him self. And in the end. He wipes his tears. And imagines a future. There it is. HE WILL DO IT. HE WILL NOT JUST USE STUFF OTHER CREATED. HE WILL DO THINGS HIMSELF. And the BLENDER DUMBASS was born.
Well meanwhile I do YOUTUBES... Go there please and Subscribe. Cause it's kinda amazing.
