Do you ever get that?
I have realized that there are too many problems between me and completing that Minecraft animation. For my next Flash, I'm going to make something simple, easy, and comedic instead.
Sure, it's not finished yet, but now it's only a matter of time. It seems like I finally know what I'm doing. I've actually got this game to the point where player movement and physics is almost completely sorted and soon all I'll have to do is program environments and draw tile maps. The red and black part of the picture above is a temporary testing board.
It's a cartoon about something a little more sophisticated and not some jokes that are over-played and stupid, but until this afternoon I did not make a good enough swap-out for the tank guy in the preloader, so that is much better now. I also added some tweaks to the rough pre-animation that real animators are supposed to use as a guide before they fill the drawings in with proper detail. (I am... not what I call a 'real animator'...)
All this after half a year of not doing anything super useful in the cartoon side of my own creativity. What's my secret? Well, I think for me, if I've got nothing entertaining to do, the presence of alcohol in my bodily system is a good productivity motivator. It's seemingly been making me move forward in a lot of areas.
Seriously man... Germaine and Foamy...
Lately there's been a three part story about Germaine's past and her weird psychoses, and honestly, I LIKE the way it's turned out. I think they've put a really neat, self-aware tie on the strange Neurotically Yours series as it's been over the last ten freaking years. Instead of doing some blatant horror fakeout all-a-dream "ending", they seem to be establishing more canon, explaining some things, and making a genuine set of mechanics for how Germaine's brain works. I'm kind of... Attached to these characters now.
I don't think the cartoon is actually over, and I hope it continues for a good while, but if it finished now, I would be happy with its ending. Even if some stuff isn't quite resolved...
People have been lying to me about how the horrible feelings will go away eventually for years. I see very little improvement to my mental wellbeing.
For real, nobody in these damn suburbs knows how to trick or treat anymore. On Halloween they basically sit at home and do nothing out of the fuckin' ordinary all night.
God damn it, I don't even have an optimal bottle for drinking water anymore.
And I want to clean the mouse cage and open the window.
But it's Winter.