The queen is hot, so get it on...
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Brothers, and Sisters,
A bit of a Cheetah render of a SketchUp helicopter jag.
Bring that, it's fun for me.
So, this dude, Uncle808 plasma blast, crated a bit of a bathroom model... A bathroom from a home, a small white bathroom -- one that you might find in a house, an apartment... That kind of deal.
I thought I'd share, here's what I had to recall when I checked out his action.
I like the can, getting into none can action in the can can be fun.
I met this curve once at a little dive way up north, bought her a drink or two while we smoked -- this was a bit back in the day -- smoking hadn't yet evolved into the blasting big downer it is today.
At any rate, she was very calm, and just big eyed good looking, worked at the college book store if I recall -- told me they price the books with a powdered graphite, so that they can erase the prices and re-stamp them if the price goes up, that and a number of other things...
So after a few brown bottles, I had to hit the can, so popped up and said "be back," and staggered my way down to the John...
So, a moment later, I'm standing at the tall porcelain, feeling free, that pleasant wave of relief all massaging my bladder, while I check out the graffiti:
"Tech High blows"
"The Huskies rule"
"If you can read this, you need to drink more!"
The usual.
So, I'm reading, and I hear someone fire on the sink, and set to washing up -- like really splashing around in the water -- making a real statement out of it.
A lean back around the divider deal that compartmentalizes the little room, and there at the sink is said curve...
She's got her skirt off -- nothing memorable about her panties, perhaps blue with some pattern on them -- she has her skirt in the sink, and is really working away at something or another.
Panic hits -- "am I in the women's room?"
Jack bird no -- I'm at a urinal, that ain't chick action -- she's in the men's room.
I'm good for a few more rounds, at least.
I'm thinking this is an interesting development, a bold move on her part to let me check her action out more closely -- she's toying with me, telegraphing her interests...
"Hey, Jump Bunny," I speak cool -- nothing out of the ordinary here, "what you up to?"
She doesn't look up, continues to scrub.
"I can't believe this," She pumps soap into her hand and really harasses the wad of wet fabric, "damn it!
All set, I zip up and approach, she does have nice legs...
"Can I give you a hand there, babe Jack?"
White knuckled, she squeezes out water.
"There is a chunk of gum on this new skirt! She glares at me, "are you chewing gum?!"
She has Jack bird nice lips -- full -- her mouth is angry... I'm liking her more, and more.
"You did this, didn't you? I thought I saw something fly out of your mouth when you sat down, caught it out of the corner of my eye, didn't I?"
Now I'm feeling like what? I'm in elementary school? She's all going to send me to the principles office? I sure felt like that, and that, well, it made me want more...
The thing is, I don't do gum, never really liked it, haven't had a stick in years, but hell, why let that Jack bird stop anything? So I spin out:
"I may have been enjoying some... Bazooka bubble perhaps..."
Her head jerks to one side and she really scowls.
"Perfect, that's great, that's really smooth! You could have said something..."
I reach past her, and wash my hands.
"What can I say, I thought it bounced off you, bounced off you and onto the floor..."
"Oh, I thought it bounced onto the floor?!" She clicked mocking into high gear, as she shakes out the skirt, snaps it with a stern "POP!" "You thought it bounced onto the floor?! Of course! It just went on the floor, bounced off me and onto the floor?"
She looked totally hot now, I mean she was mad, and jutting her chin out, and swinging her hips around, it was awesome.
So I said, "The truth is, I was trying to get it in your hair..."
"In my hair?"
"Sure, you have nice hair... but it seemed be crying out for my bazooka, so I fired it out while you took a sip... I wanted to get it stuck there, in that sexy hair of yours...""
"That is so wrong!"
"No, it was hot!" And in my mind, it was.
"Hot? Hot? God! And I'm suppose to like that, having gum in my hair?" Her eyes rolled up into her head, like she was going to blow a gasket.
"It seemed harmless, and very sexy..."
"Your... your... your not human..." Just like that, she's shaking the skirt out and stepping into it.
"Not human?" That was it, I was completely smitten -- Perfect -- this was love, but it was clearly to late!
In one move she snaps the front, storms out, and disappears out into the night.
I never saw her again, the sexy gum girl.
Oh well.
So about that clock in the mirror there, Uncle 808 state, is it suppose to be on the opposite wall, or on the glass?
It looks kind of odd?
Yeah, I think perhaps.
Durant "read the comic" Hapke
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You should do more with this stuff than just post it here, Durant.
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Haha... girls are sexy when they're mad! I'm down with you Stinkie... I really enjoy reading these posts...
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I've been reading some of your posts,
I dont understand much (also beacause I dont know the meaning of many words you use),
but I think there's some
GENIUS
in there,great models,
Guz "More Math?" T
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Great looking rendering of the gland foam extractor, Durant.
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Brothers and Sisters,
Bring that... Or, get some.
Get some big blasting action and pull the knobs off.
I've been pulling a lot of knobs for the past few months -- working to many angles, and falling down.
So, so, so it goes.
Got into messing with Maya, and I must Jack bird share with all my SU blister pack back in the day old school push pull friends here, that "The Area" over at the Autodesk site is very lame.
It must have been infiltrated and taken over by the meat puppet grays long ago... There is such a haze there.
Having been Jack bird doing it here for so long, having gotten spoiled by the efforts of Sketchup board members here -- active inventors -- pixel pioneers -- I am spoiled.
So perhaps I am back in orbit around home...
I got out the source -- the old old school action and pushed it through the ever expanding world dominator knows as HS.
Jack bird bring some bread and pull out a sandwich.
First old, now new.
Durant "I don't want to be a sleep vampire" Hapke
Large -- http://i281.photobucket.com/albums/kk239/Durant_Hapke/S2FLYWM1.jpg
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While responding to another post on pushing the envelope I recalled an architect/teacher whom I thought you might quite enjoy a look at Durant.
[http://form-ula.blogspot.com](http://form-ula.blogspot.com)
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Reminds me of Woods.
Durant: more. Wasn't much of a fan of this thread at first, but it certainly has grown on me. I thoroughly enjoy your posts. More.
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Brothers, and Sisters,
Holidays upon us -- a Jack bird spinning good time.
Drinks tonight, and a tin foil Page hat! Have two Monster Man Stink.
Dale The Brain, interesting... That cats action is on... Very "on it" kind of thinking... I must Jack bird ponder...
Fired up this render action -- fire power hyper shooting -- watch out for the back yard gun find.
This model was from way, way, way back in the jack bird day... See the flies spin...
I Jacked in the original... So now this render so it is deal.
About the holidays and my favorite Christmas Carol tale... I so grove on it.
An you all know about the 78, the cards, the pathless path, or my interest in such at least...
So I'll share a bit of year before last, a run in with the chain shakers.
Bring it.
So, regarding the Tarot, and the five of cups as Jacob Marley...
As indicated by Dickens, Jack bird Marley has attained a new vantage point upon kicking on over into the "spirit realm," but even so, has all but given up on old Jack Scrooge.
Five of cups Marley (in his burial shroud) is compelled (or required?) to drag his "dreary dry vapor self," back across the river Styx to stand "within" Scrooge's dilemma, and with a focus on Scrooge's spilt opportunities, contemplate "what has happened."
These thoughts are self referential as well given that Marley was a greedy dump donkey in his own life -- hens a sense of shame and need to "cover up" his freaky post death body -- wrapped in chains, no doubt, hidden within his cape.
He sees his former partners chances at becoming "well tuned" to the world -- or rocking the planet with a positive beat -- all but over -- sadly squandered.
However...
In the messy spill of three over turned cups (three visitations?) Marley sees a last chance for grump bucket Scrooge to turn his boat, an opportunity to throw him a line -- and opportunity for him to get some learning and change before the wine dissipates into the earth.
To cups up?
Yeah, baby, two gleaming goblets of hope still untapped inside Scrooge -- two golden mugs containing promise and hope for both his own inner being (redemption?), and his fellow man (the milk of human kindness? And a dancing Tiny Tim -- party on little Razzle-barry dressing boy ).
Sound plausible?
Durant "time is ticking to fast" Hapke
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Dear Mister Model Head,
Bring the 09 blaster gland out and dream a Jack bird fire-hose of "bring it."
Durant "smoke on the water" Hapke
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I love you guys, happy holiday.
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Brothers, and Sisters,
Bring it, and pour a cold one, 09 is on.
Been working the drinks fantastic this morning -- clicking the mouse of sketchup old school love -- and pondering this time I saw a pair of hairy ghost hands down a somewhat stank alley where I was wasting some time with a smoke.
I was kicking it there as I was to meet this curve from the Cat and the Fiddle, and perhaps exchange some notes on the proper way to stimulate specialized nerve endings, but she proved to be a no show, and that's another story all together.
So, I was lighting my third camel, and had about decided to journey on to my next highball, when I caught a glimpse of some crazy scrubbing kind of action out of the corner of my e-ball.
What said scrubbing action was a bit like, was a big fat sponge gliding across a windshield... Like I saw a wet hand kind of rise up with a big pink soggy sponge of foamy soap water dribbling out, and it kind of arced through the air like it was heading in to dap a big dead moth off the last inch of glass before the roof line.
As I was Jack bird effected by the bright light of the match hooking my smoke, I thought it might be a bit of after burn, but it just kind of hung there, so I zeroed in on the Jack bird sponge clutching hand.
"What a mess," was the first thought I was struck with, then quickly, "What's up with your monkey hair hand there, brother?"
The hand holding the sponge was caked with such wads of black hair I have to say it looked more like a bear paw then any thing human, but the fingers where long and thin, and as it squeezed out the foamy water, I had to except that this was a man hand -- a man hand of hair.
Scary now set in -- there was no man attached to said hand...
Suspicious of my eyes again, I was all, "Hey dude, where did you go?" -- thinking asking such a question might make him appear -- but no I was alone with this disconnected hand floating around in the alley, washing an invisible car.
Now, this is the part, that moment in every "creepy" story, where the teller says "the Jack bird hair on the back of my neck stood up," and yeah, that's what happened, but what's not relayed often, or I've not heard such, or if I have it didn't register, is the freak "pulsing" you suddenly hear in your head -- the way your heart suddenly talks directly to your ear drum -- pounding -- beating out a Morris code of "run, Forest, run!"
And bring that, that's what I did -- I ran four blocks before I had time for the second "Run" to pipe into my brain.
Strange wet hairy ghost hands... Not very fun to say the least.
Oh, well, it's a new year.
Durant "don't make resolutions" Hapke
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Brothers and Sisters,
Bring that and wow, my life has been an onion, so to many layers.
What a few months, so much action under the bridge.
The print gig never came together, so no DH graphics hitting the street in the short term.
"That's no deal, just like some tequila wounds and kick all anew."
"Care to dance?"
"Yeah, I will swing with you."
However, and I mean Jack the donkey back bird, I did make acquaintance with a kicking mad hatter of a photographer -- busing talent -- inspired insight -- creative "get some" -- who is a freak master of shooting curves.
His work is Jack bird on.
So, as it makes sense to me, or made sense in the moment of tap beer consumption, I questioned him regarding the possibilities of a collaboration of sorts -- I will make objects of desire -- the sketchUp of the flesh -- and said "hatter" will provide raw material.
I've been messing with photos -- messing with environments and graphic.
Next hot action.
I'm hopeful to share, but the bird will have to bring my muse, and the rating will have to fall below X.
Bring that and pour a cold one.
Still tripping Hyper head shot.
Durant "can you pull that a bit to one side" Hapke
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Damn DH good to see more of your work. What renderer are you playing with?
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If I am correctly decoding his post he uses Hypershot.
@unknownuser said:
Still tripping Hyper head shot
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Brothers and Sisters,
It's a Jack bird dream-fest out and about here lately, but the spin is of a different direction.
Green fly, and eat that.
Been working that Hyper shot action, and the tarot as of late.
The Page finds himself alone with the Queen of Cups scrying mug, and though curious, he keeps his hands occupied with lighting a smoke (short little Camels, non - filter of corse).
As he blows out the match, a faint tinkling -- a melodious harmonic -- drifts from the mug, followed by an insistent ticking.
"Stop the seduction please," the page enjoys another drag, "my heart is spoken for."
And he leaves the thing alone...
For...
Oh...
About minute more.
Then he tiptoes over, tilts up the lid, and ventures a quick glimpse inside.
"What a marvel..."
A whirling intricacy fills him with wonder.
"What a marvel indeed!"
So, the mug is a complex mechanism of some variety?
An interdimensional music box, or a contrivance capable of spinning golden strands of time...
Interesting.
The Queens crown is strangely square, don't you agree?
I wonder what the source of this shape is?
Apparently the Page is not a "boy toy" for the queen after all, rather, she is a mechanized magic pleasure mistress for him?
And the fun the pair has with that wind-up fish?
Breathtaking.
Have been toying, like the Queen, of seducing my own Jack bird Tarot... Interesting, but such the commitment.
Wind-up fish models in process...
Durant "three of wands" Hapke
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Brothers and Sisters,
I'm bring it tired at the moment.
What a month -- what a week -- day -- hour...
Time for a cocktail and fresh pack of wondering beasts.
Not that clever here these days, Sam is on yet another adventure to "I"m not into you" land, so have time for clinking and clicking.
She's a pistol.
Been spending time wondering about the creative again, that and the Queen of cups... Thinking about that entire Tarot deal a lot.
Tarot.
Tarot, and adult films.
I'm wondering if there is an overlap, doing a bit of thinking on this, and feel there is something to it.
Fire it up, and pour and eye socket full.
Pornography is such a negative sounding word -- It's to loaded.
Anyway, I have a very very hot curve friend who was always so into this song Crystal Blue Persuasion.
Have been thinking about her a lot lately, so made this Jack bird action Jack cranker from an old model... Time if funny like that.
Durant "on Ice" Hapke
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Where are you DH? I think it's high time you shared a skp and let someone like solo have a go at a render.
This forum is, after all, a collaboration, n'est pas?
Also, I'd like to play with one, if ya can't rotate ya cant gestate. (Sorry, best I could do but you know what i mean.)Re your last post:
The man said that there are only two kinds of people who don't like pornography; Those that don't know what it is and those that don't know what they're missing.Rings almost true, but there is a third type, typified by my very English ex father in law, the progenitor of three teenage daughters at the time he was accosted in an Egyptian bazzar.
As his wife June tells it, "This person sidled up to Ralph, flashing the lining of his jacket, upon which was pinned numerous salaicious photographs of young women in preposterous poses. 'You wannna to buy the picture?'.
Ralph dismissed the man with the comment, 'Thank you, but no, I get enough of that sort of thing at home.'"
baz
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Hi Durant Hapke, I really like your "crystal green persuasion"
It's like a viking futuristic war machine 
can you post other views ?
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