This post will only make sense to about 20 of you. Here’s a little poem i’ve been working on piece by piece while sitting waiting on my computer to render. Everyone in the office has been making fun of me as I have been writing it. However, this tuesday when Geoff Shultz (motion graphics genius) came into the office to watch the motion graphic that he had been rendering all night… and it wasn’t done… he came to my desk… and said, “it’s time to finish the poem.” This piece of goodness is a lyrical jam. Imagine hip hop music playing: and me passionately reading this text:
Render render all the time, when it’s done i’ll be out of my prime.
Render here, render there, any longer i’ll lose my hair.
It’s time to go home so I start the render
Could the power go out and become a hinder?
I arrive in the morning to see my work complete
So i shake my mouse, and yell out a BLEEP.
The meetings in an hour, the renders not done
THE RENDERS… NOT… DONE!!!!!!!!!
Wow. I’m such an idiot!