I had left the hilts and greeblies looking good 🙂 But then… today as I was arranging all the parts on a stand in plate… well I found that I needed to cut one hilt section in half, and also find an emitter end cap.
But this is how it all looks now so it should be good 🙂 Okay I know it’s good as I error checked and used Cura 🙂
If you look closely I’m printing at draft quality because I don’t really want to have my printer going for a week. I just don’t trust power/machine combos
atm ever 🙂
But it’s really not that bad as I can just sand and acetone wash as planned. So it shouldn’t be extra effort to save a little filament and a lot of time 🙂
It looks like I only have photos of the previous sets of hilts over here. Yes. I had to rebuild my hilts from scratch as bending the hilts slightly early lead to something being off by about 1mm over the whole length. I managed to do so in a much shorter time frame but… it was still a lot of work. So to find the hilts still needed work today… ugh.
But, yes, all in parts.
I believe this is actually of my final set 🙂 The emitter got lost so I have put it back in the file here (with all the pieces nested) and in the file at the top (all parts in areas about the size of the plate of my printer) and are in the three files for each print job.
I used LIPID object exporter plugin for Sketchup and opened them in Cura to make sure they were all aligned correctly.
I do really enjoy this. Well most of it. Once the order is sorted and I don’t have to work in the air as such.
The Little Rock Zoo recently announced the arrival of two Pygmy Slow Loris babies to their family.
Born in August, the tiny male and female primates are healthy and active in their exhibit. They have been given the names Apollo and Artemis and were born to 3-year-old mom, Mihn Yih, and 7-year-old dad, Frasier.
The new births are part of a Species Survival Plan by the Association of Zoos and Aquariums. There are currently only 56 Pygmy Slow Lorises in human care in AZA zoos, including the four at the Little Rock Zoo.
"Our work in the field of conservation is one of the most important roles we have as an AZA-accredited zoo," said Director Susan Altrui. "To have not one but two babies born here is significant not just for us but for the future of this vulnerable species."
Apollo and Artemis were born three days prior to the calculated due date the Zoo's keepers had determined based on observation. So far, first-time mom, Mihn Yih, has been an attentive mother. As she works to gather food, she is careful that she is never too far from where the two siblings are “parked” on branches. As they get older, she will leave them for longer periods of time, until they are ready to be on their own.
The Pygmy Slow Loris (Nycticebus pygmaeus) is a species found east of the Mekong River in Vietnam, Laos, eastern Cambodia, and China. It occurs in a variety of forest habitats, including tropical dry forests, semi-evergreen, and evergreen forests.
The animal is nocturnal and arboreal, crawling along branches using slow movements in search of prey. Unlike other primates, it does not leap. It lives in small groups with one or two offspring. An adult can grow to around 19 to 23 cm (7.5 to 9.1 in) long and has a very short tail, and it reaches a max weight of about 450 g (1.0 lb). Their diet consists of fruits, insects, small fauna, tree sap, and floral nectar.
The Pygmy Slow Loris is classified as “Vulnerable” by the International Union for the Conservation of Nature. The pet trade, habitat destruction and hunting are the biggest threats to its survival.
The stressful news of course is I have no idea what my insurance will look like next year and I'm sorely tempted to talk to the boy and see if it's feasible for us just to get fucking married now and put me on his plan and boom done. Or maybe after we pay off Mikey's vet care. Grumpity grump. It's not necessarily a money saving solution in that the ACA was, I'm pretty sure, cheaper. But it's a security solution and it might be a money solution if it makes my goddamn dental bills cheaper. Not that I have as many of them as I used to but it still annoys me.
Fuckit, those are money problems for another day, I have insurance till December. Unlike a lot of other people, we have a contingency plan if I do lose insurance or if it becomes unaffordable. Heh.
So goddamn tired. I don't know how, I slept a lot last night as well as the nap. I think this might be stress tired. Which at least means picking up the house might help, which I might actually get to do tonight if I keep getting writing shit done at work. I even remembered to post the second character interview on my Patreon (and all the character interviews are open to the public) and cross-post that to other places. I got my edits done too, which means I don't have to use as much brain to do my evening writing tasks.
... Okay the list of things to do in the house is getting absurd long. So I guess it's get whatever I get done, done, and then move the rest onto a list to do tomorrow and maybe over the weekend.
Had the funniest moment today while I was being very tired and working on writing stuff. I was running edits on Long Road and fixing a scene based on what I now know Viking houses to look like and all "Hee, I know things now" and that inevitably led to "Hee. I drink and I know things." and now I need at least a shirt and a mug with that on it.
Ugh. And we're going out for dinner tonight, which is good, and running errands but it's going to be late by the time we get back and I'll still have to do languages and writes and try and get some of the house stuff done that I meant to do and bleergh. At least I'll probably sleep well tonight, too. I just want things to calm the fuck down for one goddamn week. Last week it was hurricanes and illness, this week it was all manner of medical everything including the damn vet visit. One week! Of relative calm and quiet! Is that too much to no don't answer that I know what the answer is.
I know you have fought, again and again, for the ACA. Thank you. Please continue to fight.
Allow me to tell you about my personal situation. I am fifty-five, female, and employed. When I was a child, I was diagnosed with asthma. These days, I’m mostly fine. I have a rescue inhaler, but rarely need it. But that diagnosis is a pre-existing condition. That means that, if the Graham-Cassidy bill goes through, I could be denied coverage. When I was in my thirties, I was diagnosed with major depressive disorder and bipolar disorder. I was treated, and am currently just fine; I no longer even need drugs to manage this condition. It is even possible that the diagnosis was not entirely correct. However, that diagnosis is in my medical chart, and therefore a pre-existing condition. Therefore, I could be denied coverage. When I was thirty-five, I was diagnosed with obstructive sleep apnea. I have a CPAP machine which I use nightly. It won’t last forever. I need to replace the mask at least once every six months. This is a pre-existing condition, and I could be denied coverage. Any one of these conditions could kill me. Any one of these conditions could mean that I can be denied coverage. And not just denied coverage for this condition, but denied coverage at all. This has happened to me before. When I lost my job, no insurance company would offer me any coverage at all, because of the bi-polar diagnosis. I was fortunate enough to live in Minnesota, which offered Minnesota Care. Not every state has such programs.
The holy grail, according to the Republicans, for health coverage is “choice.” As if I, or most people, have ever had any real choice. I get my insurance through my employer, who negotiates with an insurance company, and those negotiations don’t include me or my interests. I may be offered a “choice” of tiers. When my employer and the company they have contracted with parts ways, no amount of pleading will allow me to keep my doctor. I will be subjected to transitioning care to whoever it is that my employer has contracted with this year. This has happened to me over and over and over again throughout my working life. The claim that the ACA has reduced choice is laughable. Most of us have had no choice, anyway. What it provided, what it guaranteed, was access. I might prefer to see the doctor I have been seeing, sure, but I _need_ to be able to see a doctor. I have preferences, yes, but access is much more important.
Health insurance isn’t like car insurance. I can choose to pay a minimum amount to cover my old beater, because quite honestly, if it’s in an accident, there’s not much point in fixing it. This is not true of my body. I can’t just write off my aging body as not worth fixing. I can’t decide to buy a new, better body. Still, we are required to buy car insurance, if not for ourselves, for the people we might hurt if we run into them. And in this sense, there is a similarity between health insurance and car insurance. Health insurance means that I can afford to get vaccinated, and treated for serious, contagious diseases such as tuberculosis. And that protects everyone I come in contact with, including those who are too young, or in too fragile health to get vaccinations. This is important, and necessary, for all of us. I really don’t want to die of bacterial pneumonia, and neither do you. I don’t want to watch a generation of children be crippled by polio, or die of scarlet fever. And yet, when you strip away the ability to get health care from the poor, this becomes a very real danger.
Please continue to fight. Please feel free to share any of the details of this letter with your colleagues or anyone else in this fight for my life.
Sigh. My senators are Franken and Klobuchar. Maybe they can wave their numbers in someone else's face.
I really don't want to die. Why do the Republicans want to kill me?
I’ll be at Salt Lake Comic Con this weekend. You can find my stuff at booth 1611 (the Brandon Sanderson booth), and they’ll also know when I will be around for signings. They can text me, too!
My schedule is pretty light, and I have huge piles of work to do, so I won’t be hanging out behind a table between sessions – I’ll be hiding somewhere drawing pictures.
- 2pm: 251D – Story Telling in Parts
- 3pm: 151D – Makers of Stories
- 4pm: Booth 1611 – Signing and sketching!
- 12pm: 151D – Writing Excuses records live
- 4pm: Worldbuilders gaming party
- 3pm: 151D – Some game thingy where I tell lies on stage.
- 4pm: Booth 1611 – Signing and sketching!
- 8pm: 151a – Science Fiction to Science Fact
|Paris. Photo by Stephen Wilkes|
|Ellis Island, Photo by Stephen Wilkes|
This turned me gay
Being reminded of this as a queer adult is so wild because you realize some very overt shit. Like, Bobby emits ice from his whole body. Grabbing the bottle was enough! In fact, he didn’t even have to grab the bottle, a simple poke would have worked or he could have shot ice from a distant. Him blowing on this bottle was 3000% overt flirting and honestly the gayest thing I’ve probably ever seen a mutant use their powers for and Wolverine was here for it all and no one will tell me differently.
It’s that eye contact
Wow, who knew wolverine was trade
Of course we are dealing here with another John Quincy Adams. This one was a descendent of the President and lived 1874-1933. He became an Austrian because he was born in Vienna (and died there), the son of a Boston-born opera singer. He did spend time in the USA at various points in his life, but considered himself Austrian. His career is sketched here, but it's in German and you might have to have your computer translate.
There aren't many images of Adams' work on the Internet. A large share of them are in black and white -- presumably photos of paintings that were lost due to World War 2 or are otherwise untraceable. The images I selected for presentation are all in color.
One image I would love to have included is a fine portrait of Sara Sherman Wiborg, later the wife of businessman and artist Gerald Murphy, both famed for their 1920s French Riviera lifestyle (Wikipedia entry here). But so far as I know, it hasn't yet turned up on the Web.
In English, "Woman with Black Clothes and Hat."
That's "Emperor Franz Joseph I in the service uniform of an Austrian field marshal."
Reminder: This friday is the last day to register for Stephanie Law's Kickstart Art Intensive. I talked about the Make Your Art Work project in my last column, where Marc Scheff & I will not only be presenting our now-famous Art Business Bootcamps, but we'll also be holding focused Intensive classes with experts who have knocked it out of the park in their fields.
To give you a taste of the kind of material Stephanie is covering, she's given us some quick tips to think about when you're planning your crowdfunding project:
When you're creating a crowdfunding project, think about how you're going to include your audience into the process.Draw them in with your narrative, and be able to articulate what motivates you, because if you can't put it into words, you can't expect your audience to be able to get excited! Being introspective enough to understand your own passions can be hard, but if you can get a handle on that and be able to articulate it, then that passion becomes infectious.
Audiences get behind Ideas, not Products.Yes, there's a nifty product that they will want to get their hands on at the end of the process, but if you are focused only on the goal of putting product on shelves, then you are missing out on the golden opportunity that crowdfunding provides to expand your reach and have your audience forge a dedicated bond to you and your endeavors.
When determining your fulfillment timeline, two key things to remember in communicating to your audience.1. Be realistic, not hopeful.
2. Be transparent.
Know your product specifications. You must have a firm idea of what your product is.Even if you don’t have all of your content complete, you need to know what your specifications are.
You need to know how big it is, approximately how much it will weigh, and any details regarding
materials that will be important during the production to the manufacturer or printer. Some of those details you won’t know until you actually begin talking to your manufacturer/printer. Have a wish-list of what you desire, and then when you begin the conversation with them, let the specialists know what your ideas are, and have them present you with the various options to chose from.
The course is $197, and you get 5 lessons that Stephanie designed to break down and replicate her crowdfunding success. She breaks down all the preparation and promotion she set up for her Kickstarter campaign, which raised over 100k for her art book, as well as cover material about starting a Patreon. You get all the written lessons immediately upon registering, then Stephanie will hold 4 live classes on Crowdcast on Mondays Sept 25, Oct 2, 9, and 16 at 2pm EST. Classes will be recorded and can be rewatched by anyone registered for the class.
If you want to get a sneak preview, check out the ProjectCast we recorded with her a few months ago.
Enrollment for Kick Start Art closes 9/22. Class begins 9/25. More info & register here.
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We took Mikey to the vet. Or rather I called, made an appointment for 8.30 since that was the one morning appointment they had open, the boy was on his way home so I stuffed Mikey into the carrier so he could just grab him and go. Mikey flipped out and started clawing at the carrier so rather than have him break a claw or worse on the thing, I pulled on a bra and boots and took an antihistamine (yes I with the six cats have cat allergies and vet visits are nightmares) and went with him to make sure he didn't hurt himself in the car.
We were there for about an hour while they X-rayed him and did a blood panel all to reveal that nothing is detectably or severely wrong to cause the vomiting, plus confirming to the vet that he's an active kitty still eating and eliminating as usual. So on the plus side he's a relatively healthy kitty except for the vomiting. On the minus side, vomiting. Still. And now I'm late to work.
So we pile him back into the house, I go finish getting ready and throw on some clothes and drink some lemonade because I haven't had breakfast yet, we get on to the short drive to work and promptly get stuck in standstill traffic for thirty minutes while fire trucks scream down the shoulder next to us because I don't even know what the fuck happened there. We shot past work instead and stopped at a grocery store to get me breakfast and sushi for lunch.
The chocolate chip muffins I thought I got were not in fact chocolate chip muffins, they were fucking cranberry muffins. Which might actually taste fine but that was not what I fucking wanted. And work was of course busy busy busy with no opportunity to sit down, rest and process until after all the time sensitive shit was done. I skipped capoeira and went home and napped after calling Mom to whine at her, and I meant to nap for forty five minutes but instead ended up sleeping for over two hours and in short: fuck this day.
AND I have a dental cleaning tomorrow. Pre-emptively fuck tomorrow too.