It's been quite a while since the last episode. So here it is.
He woke up one day to find that he wanted to make people laugh.
He brushed his teeth and thought he wanted to make people cry.
He ate his breakfast and thought he wanted to make people sweat.
He drove to work and thought he wanted to make people bang their heads on the wall from sheer annoyance and angst.
He went to work, told the boss that he was leaving. He went back home to work with Blender.
After Dymo told the story, Gyro looked at him disdainfully. It wasn't fair that Gyro had to starve to death from lack of a muluctary source because Dymo had a mood swing. No, Gyro didn't eat, therefore he didn't die of starvation, but the Wii was rented, and he could probably die from not having it.
Dymo crouched over the computer going over his first model.
It seemed so easy at first. Like really, get a plane, extrude, grab, extrude more, rip a hole in it, maybe add some textures, add an armature, animate, render, and BOOM! You have an animation. Then save the IPO, program, repeat, and you have a game. Dymo found it wasn't anything like that at all. NO it, was terrible. It was, get a plane, extrude, hmm, doesn't look right, extrude, rip a hole in it, rip a hole in the monitor, throw it away, sulk for the rest of the month. It was hard.
He was in the middle of a sulk, and he saw that Gyro had bought a new computer and started trying as well.
At the end of the week, Dymo had a simple game that consists of two players trying to knock each other off a platform. It had no style or sense at all.
Gyro had in fact, got a fully fledged first person MMPORPG with editable characters and levels with 33 plugins and attachments.
For Dymo, it was very depressing and lowered self-esteem. It wasn't helpful at all.
Dymo promptly put the game in the bin and forgot about it from then on.
This is Dymo's game for anyone who would like to have a go:
http://www.mediafire.com/?7zgdho5k6n5k716
It is very glitchy, it has no style at all, and I probably forgot to put the controls in. If I have then Player 1 moves with the arrow and Player 2 moves with WASD. Oh, and you will need two players for the most fun.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Ideas for the Blender Shop
Blender is great. We all know. But of course, sometimes we want more. In fact, right nor, I want more! So here are some ideas for some Blender Merchandise for anyone interested!
1. Action Figures.
Sometimes, characters seem to be yelling to be made into an action figure. I believed that Proog and Sintel were just speaking out to me.
2. Soft Toys
The second best thing would be a soft toy, and a Baby Dragon toy would be cute, wouldn't you think?
3. Proog's Stick
I have always wanted a walking stick. No, I am not crippled, but walking sticks are classy. So what would be better than a walking stick? Proog's stick!! Seriously, they should manufacture them immediately.
4. Blender Licensed Games
With the release of such peripherals such as the Wii and the Playstation Move, Sintel and Elephants Dream could easily be a great game.
5. Blender Themed Christmas Baubles
Well, the Christmas seasone is nearing, why not have some Blender Logo hanging from your tree?
6. Portable Blender Player
I don't know if anyone is interested in this as me, but I was thinking of a portable Blender player, a portable device made strictly to use Blender, Blender Games, and videos. You can't always have a computer ready, and with the limited functionality, it probably could execute Blender efficiently.
7. Blender Story Books
Well, at the moment, there's only Big Buck Bunny is really appropriate for being a children's book, but it would a healthy reminder of Blender when you are not in front of the computer.
Of course, these are only ideas I made in three minutes, and they were completely born from my whim. I might not feel this way after a month, but they are still ideas!
1. Action Figures.
Sometimes, characters seem to be yelling to be made into an action figure. I believed that Proog and Sintel were just speaking out to me.
2. Soft Toys
The second best thing would be a soft toy, and a Baby Dragon toy would be cute, wouldn't you think?
3. Proog's Stick
4. Blender Licensed Games
With the release of such peripherals such as the Wii and the Playstation Move, Sintel and Elephants Dream could easily be a great game.
5. Blender Themed Christmas Baubles
Well, the Christmas seasone is nearing, why not have some Blender Logo hanging from your tree?
6. Portable Blender Player
I don't know if anyone is interested in this as me, but I was thinking of a portable Blender player, a portable device made strictly to use Blender, Blender Games, and videos. You can't always have a computer ready, and with the limited functionality, it probably could execute Blender efficiently.
7. Blender Story Books
Well, at the moment, there's only Big Buck Bunny is really appropriate for being a children's book, but it would a healthy reminder of Blender when you are not in front of the computer.
Of course, these are only ideas I made in three minutes, and they were completely born from my whim. I might not feel this way after a month, but they are still ideas!
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Scratch Cat gets typing!! and Magic Eye
Typer Cat is my second scratch project. It teaches children (and adults(maybe)) typing.
http://scratch.mit.edu/projects/Dymo/1441901
Play the typer game in the above link.
If anyone has started working on Scratch, please note me of any projects!!
Also, I have found a Blender tutorial (of which I cannot be bothered to post the link to. But it was on the linux gazzete) I've finally figured out how to do depth maps! Also, after some hacking and other things, and mostof all, this: http://www.easystereogrambuilder.com/magic-eye-stereogram-maker.aspx I was able to make a picture I will add to My Pictures.
10 points to the first person who finds out what picture it is! Clue: Magic Eye
Play the typer game in the above link.
If anyone has started working on Scratch, please note me of any projects!!
Also, I have found a Blender tutorial (of which I cannot be bothered to post the link to. But it was on the linux gazzete) I've finally figured out how to do depth maps! Also, after some hacking and other things, and mostof all, this: http://www.easystereogrambuilder.com/magic-eye-stereogram-maker.aspx I was able to make a picture I will add to My Pictures.
10 points to the first person who finds out what picture it is! Clue: Magic Eye
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Posting Frequency: and other things I feel like saying
Some of you may have noticed that I don't post for sometime (a long time this time) then when I do post, I post about 3-5 at once. Well, this is because I get down drafts during those times, and then I post them all at once. Just thought I'd get it out there.
Currently, I am sad and happy about this blog. Sad, because I have one follower at the moment. That is very sad for me. Sometimes, I just think, "What's the point?" and don't feel like posting again. Sometimes, I feel very dejected because other blogs have loads of followers and I think to myself "What am I doing wrong?"
On the other hand, I am pretty happy because according to ClusterMaps map, I have a few viewers. They actually kind of cheer me up.
So I have a mission for you all. I want you to not go out of your way, but kind of spread the word. Thank you.
Currently, I am sad and happy about this blog. Sad, because I have one follower at the moment. That is very sad for me. Sometimes, I just think, "What's the point?" and don't feel like posting again. Sometimes, I feel very dejected because other blogs have loads of followers and I think to myself "What am I doing wrong?"
On the other hand, I am pretty happy because according to ClusterMaps map, I have a few viewers. They actually kind of cheer me up.
So I have a mission for you all. I want you to not go out of your way, but kind of spread the word. Thank you.
N64
Nintendo 64. How could anyone not miss them? Anyway, I've been reminiscing the old days, and found Project 64.
I don't know why I posted this, but I did. If anyone is playing online, I'll be in Desiree's Server by the name Giga.
Scratch
I haven't been posting recently, because I had a little problem and was a little busy. But I stumbled upon a pretty good software called Scratch. Have a look.
http://scratch.mit.edu/
It looks pretty childish, but it's fun when you get into it. Really.
I posted one of my project out there. Ummm something about physics. I'm called Dymo in there too. Hope I see anyone out there!
http://scratch.mit.edu/
It looks pretty childish, but it's fun when you get into it. Really.
I posted one of my project out there. Ummm something about physics. I'm called Dymo in there too. Hope I see anyone out there!
Dymo Episode V
This is mediocre because I wrote it in what? 10 minutes? 5? Anyway, enjoy.
Dymo has a job as a lawyer. Of course, we never said he was a good (or well known) lawyer, and he never really gets a job call. In fact, he has to sustain himself by cleaning out the long drops in public campsites on weekends. (Not that he complains because he gets paid well.) So naturally, when his lawyery prowess was wanted, he jumped straight into the job.
A presumed Geoff Cameron sat on the small bench in Dymo's office.
Dymo read his story.
"Really?" Dymo asked Geoff. "Is this all true?"
"You doubting me?" he retorted. "I could ask a different lawyer y' know. It just so happens that you have the lowest rate."
"No no, please. It's just that it seems so far fetched and..."
"The case is tommorrow, and ye better be ready by then."
Dymo looked blank for a moment. Then he thought about what he should say. So he stayed blank. Then life came back into his face.
"What? Tommorow?"
"Thank you very much, I'm sure I can leave now."
Geoff started getting up, opening the door. (At the same time. It was a small office.)
"But wait! I don't know anything yet. You can't leave me..."
But Geoff had already left the building.
"He could've told me which place we were going." Dymo said resentfully.
The next day, there were a lot of juries because the court had decided that this was a hard case. In fact, it was so hard, that they needed to call the fire brigade to crack open the briefcase.
The prosecution's lawyer coughed as he looked inside the remains of his case. He found some matches, his soggy lunch, and the fact sheet all crumpled up.
"Well," he started. "We are quite sure what we are here for today. We are here, to argue about Mr. Cameron's property, scuffle a bit, get on with some hearty fisticuffs, and end with at least three ribs broken."
The jury cheered at the proposal.
"So, just to get this over and done with, I believe that my client has every right to be treated as an equal to human beings and be free. Thereby, I order Mr. Cameron to release his carpet."
The jury gasped. One of them said, "So we were called here to decide the fate of a carpet?"
"Not just any carpet." the lawyer said. "A magic carpet! With a will and mind like you all!"
The jury gasped.
The carpet walked into the court.
The jury gaped.
This carpet didn't look special, Dymo noted. Except for the fact that it was walking on its two back corners. It looked just like any high quality, hand woven, highly historical, silk Persian rug. And to be honest, it was pretty small.
Unfortunatly, the jury was roused up by the lawyer's short speech. They were already simpathising with the carpet.
Dymo called out. "Wait! It is still a Thing, is it not?"
The jury murmured a disapproval. "Surely it has feelings and thoughts?"
Then Dymo tried the honest approach. "Ah, but if your roast chicken started dancing around and doing the mambo, wouldn't you go on eating it? Anyway, you guys all like sausages right?"
Some of the jury murmured something like approval.
"Wait!" the lawyer exclaimed. "But this carpet is not livestock! Why should we not spare him?"
"Why shouldn't we spare livestock?" Dymo sneered.
"Because they are... livestock." The lawyer was running out of comments.
"Ah ha!" Dymo declared. "That's like racism! It's like saying we don't need to care about black people, or white people, or yellow people, or blue people, or green people, or people with polkadots. It's not fair! You're saying that a life of a carpet is more important then those of a cow!"
Then the lawyer had an idea. "Ah, but this carpet will be alive, and will be trampled on for his whole living life. That is torture and cruelty!"
Then the lawyer started laughing maniacly because he was very happy about this blow.
Dymo shifted his foot uneasily. Then said "Can we have the fisticuff now? Winner wins the court case."
"Agreed!" squealed the lawyer.
So Dymo and the Lawyer started having the fight. So did Geoff Cameron and the carpet, because Geoff wanted his carpet back and the carpet wanted out. Then the jury and judge started joining in for the heck of it.
After a moment, the lawyer was thrown three meters into the air.
Then the carpet realised what a stupid thing he was doing, and walked outside nd became free onhis own accord.
Then Dymo realised what a stupid thing he was doing, went home, and started writing a letter to Geoff for the fee.
Dymo has a job as a lawyer. Of course, we never said he was a good (or well known) lawyer, and he never really gets a job call. In fact, he has to sustain himself by cleaning out the long drops in public campsites on weekends. (Not that he complains because he gets paid well.) So naturally, when his lawyery prowess was wanted, he jumped straight into the job.
A presumed Geoff Cameron sat on the small bench in Dymo's office.
Dymo read his story.
"Really?" Dymo asked Geoff. "Is this all true?"
"You doubting me?" he retorted. "I could ask a different lawyer y' know. It just so happens that you have the lowest rate."
"No no, please. It's just that it seems so far fetched and..."
"The case is tommorrow, and ye better be ready by then."
Dymo looked blank for a moment. Then he thought about what he should say. So he stayed blank. Then life came back into his face.
"What? Tommorow?"
"Thank you very much, I'm sure I can leave now."
Geoff started getting up, opening the door. (At the same time. It was a small office.)
"But wait! I don't know anything yet. You can't leave me..."
But Geoff had already left the building.
"He could've told me which place we were going." Dymo said resentfully.
The next day, there were a lot of juries because the court had decided that this was a hard case. In fact, it was so hard, that they needed to call the fire brigade to crack open the briefcase.
The prosecution's lawyer coughed as he looked inside the remains of his case. He found some matches, his soggy lunch, and the fact sheet all crumpled up.
"Well," he started. "We are quite sure what we are here for today. We are here, to argue about Mr. Cameron's property, scuffle a bit, get on with some hearty fisticuffs, and end with at least three ribs broken."
The jury cheered at the proposal.
"So, just to get this over and done with, I believe that my client has every right to be treated as an equal to human beings and be free. Thereby, I order Mr. Cameron to release his carpet."
The jury gasped. One of them said, "So we were called here to decide the fate of a carpet?"
"Not just any carpet." the lawyer said. "A magic carpet! With a will and mind like you all!"
The jury gasped.
The carpet walked into the court.
The jury gaped.
This carpet didn't look special, Dymo noted. Except for the fact that it was walking on its two back corners. It looked just like any high quality, hand woven, highly historical, silk Persian rug. And to be honest, it was pretty small.
Unfortunatly, the jury was roused up by the lawyer's short speech. They were already simpathising with the carpet.
Dymo called out. "Wait! It is still a Thing, is it not?"
The jury murmured a disapproval. "Surely it has feelings and thoughts?"
Then Dymo tried the honest approach. "Ah, but if your roast chicken started dancing around and doing the mambo, wouldn't you go on eating it? Anyway, you guys all like sausages right?"
Some of the jury murmured something like approval.
"Wait!" the lawyer exclaimed. "But this carpet is not livestock! Why should we not spare him?"
"Why shouldn't we spare livestock?" Dymo sneered.
"Because they are... livestock." The lawyer was running out of comments.
"Ah ha!" Dymo declared. "That's like racism! It's like saying we don't need to care about black people, or white people, or yellow people, or blue people, or green people, or people with polkadots. It's not fair! You're saying that a life of a carpet is more important then those of a cow!"
Then the lawyer had an idea. "Ah, but this carpet will be alive, and will be trampled on for his whole living life. That is torture and cruelty!"
Then the lawyer started laughing maniacly because he was very happy about this blow.
Dymo shifted his foot uneasily. Then said "Can we have the fisticuff now? Winner wins the court case."
"Agreed!" squealed the lawyer.
So Dymo and the Lawyer started having the fight. So did Geoff Cameron and the carpet, because Geoff wanted his carpet back and the carpet wanted out. Then the jury and judge started joining in for the heck of it.
After a moment, the lawyer was thrown three meters into the air.
Then the carpet realised what a stupid thing he was doing, and walked outside nd became free onhis own accord.
Then Dymo realised what a stupid thing he was doing, went home, and started writing a letter to Geoff for the fee.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Ouch! The bench just nipped me!
As strange as that may sound, it's true in China.
In China, they came up with a wonderful idea to get everyone have a fair go on the benches. SPIKED BENCHES.
Over there, parks are usually crowded, and some get there during the early hours of dawn and hog the seat for themself. This is hardly fair for the others, so they made a contraption where if you don't frequently pay the bench, it makes needle shoot out of the seats.
Don't believe me? Go look at this:
http://craziestgadgets.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/pay-to-sit-bench.jpg
That might hurt a little bit. Makes you wonder why you didn't think of it first, eh?
In China, they came up with a wonderful idea to get everyone have a fair go on the benches. SPIKED BENCHES.
Over there, parks are usually crowded, and some get there during the early hours of dawn and hog the seat for themself. This is hardly fair for the others, so they made a contraption where if you don't frequently pay the bench, it makes needle shoot out of the seats.
Don't believe me? Go look at this:
http://craziestgadgets.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/pay-to-sit-bench.jpg
That might hurt a little bit. Makes you wonder why you didn't think of it first, eh?
Friday, August 20, 2010
Few stirring words
Although this blog is centered in New Zealand, I have seen some visitors from North America and the regions near it. This is very good news for me.
Anyway, that's not what I came here to say. I want to open up for ideas for Dymo because, face it, this is the Internet and the Internet is about sharing isn't it?
I know some of you are out there not interacting, but do so please. It's good motivation.
Also as a side note, to those who I am talking to, you know who you are. If you are going to comment, you will call me, Jack, Hester, Jack Hester, Gubbs, or don't call me at all. You know who I am talking to. This is all for security.
Anyway, that's not what I came here to say. I want to open up for ideas for Dymo because, face it, this is the Internet and the Internet is about sharing isn't it?
I know some of you are out there not interacting, but do so please. It's good motivation.
Also as a side note, to those who I am talking to, you know who you are. If you are going to comment, you will call me, Jack, Hester, Jack Hester, Gubbs, or don't call me at all. You know who I am talking to. This is all for security.
New ways of thinking
I am still working on Episode IV. It is not that it is hard, it is just that I am struggling to find time. So I felt that I should write something now.
Intrguing thought: Treat others the way you want them to treat you.
Very true I must say. But there was a very interesting story I read recently.
A lady finds herself in a predicament where she has the choice to run off with her friends assets.
But of course, that won't be nice for her friend, and she wouldn't like that to happen to her would she?
But they lock up murderers and it doesn't mean we should be locked up. It means we should be locked up in that circumstance. And knowing her friend, she would have run off in the circumstance.
So she goes away and runs off.
What do you think about that?
Intrguing thought: Treat others the way you want them to treat you.
Very true I must say. But there was a very interesting story I read recently.
A lady finds herself in a predicament where she has the choice to run off with her friends assets.
But of course, that won't be nice for her friend, and she wouldn't like that to happen to her would she?
But they lock up murderers and it doesn't mean we should be locked up. It means we should be locked up in that circumstance. And knowing her friend, she would have run off in the circumstance.
So she goes away and runs off.
What do you think about that?
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Sorry For the Formatting
Just can't seem to this right. Any suggestions, please comment. And comment on the other stories too.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Dymo Game
Well, after quite a lot of Episodes in one go, I'm quite sure we want new news. A Dymo game is in production. Still young, but is materialising as you speak. Just wait.
Get ready for episode IV
Get ready for episode IV
Episode III
I've had this one for quite a while and I wanted to keep it for a while, but here it is now.
DYMO Episode III
Dymo's Day Off
He woke up at 2 a.m. to the noise of clanging.
"Ohhh. Would you please be quiet in the weekends Gyro?" (That's what he calls the Gyroscope now")
Of course, Gyro was only acting like a pet made of metal. Only a bit more intelligent. He (or she, or it, whatever) held up a tray.
Dymo looked at it in wonderment. "You made this for me? You shouldn't have! You are the best cook I know Gyro!"
Dymo ate with relish as Gyro looked on with pride.
"Gyro! Time for walkies!"
Gyro jumped with joy and ran (or bounced, it doesn't have legs remember) out.
"Hey! HEY! STOP!" Dymo yelled as Gyro smashed into a speeding car.
The car blew up with such a noise that could be heard from the next country.
Dymo gazed at the crash site as Gyro leaped up from the pandemonium. Rubble and scraps flew all over the place.
"Oh no..." He groaned.
A car with ECILOP on it pulled up, and a gaunt man came out.
"Please sir! It wasn't me it wasn't my fault! Please don't throw me into the pokey!" Dymo pleaded.
The ECILOP man slapped him. "Pull yourself together man! I was just about to congratulate you on annhilating that poor little sod in the car who was actually a madman that killed many people with three spoons, a macheine gun shaped bag, a macheine gun shaped macheine gun, two grandfather clocks, and one of those new laptops by Windows that squirt water on you when you type and then takes a picture of you getting squirted."
"Wha..."
And Gyro secretly looked pleased with himself.
CLING CLAAANGTY CLONG CLOONGTY CLONG CLUNK CLIIIINK CLUNK CLUCLICLACETYTYTYTY
Gyro sang in the shower.
"Could you please get out?" Dymo asked. "You're going to drain the hot water!"
Dymo heard the water getting stopped, which was a relief.
Gyro jumped out, and Dymo jumped in, and he failed to see that Gyro was shivering.
"Ohhh, late in the night! I see the moon! And the thatcher..." he began. "So where does our answers taaaake uuuuuus. I see a...oh, oh no, arrgh! Oh! Drat! Noo!"
Dymo sighed. He had never seen ice come out of shower heads before.
"Well, time to hit the hay I guess."
He slumped into bed. Gyro had already settled down beside the bed.
The weekends never seem to have enough time for the things he wants to do.
The End
DYMO Episode III
Dymo's Day Off
He woke up at 2 a.m. to the noise of clanging.
"Ohhh. Would you please be quiet in the weekends Gyro?" (That's what he calls the Gyroscope now")
Of course, Gyro was only acting like a pet made of metal. Only a bit more intelligent. He (or she, or it, whatever) held up a tray.
Dymo looked at it in wonderment. "You made this for me? You shouldn't have! You are the best cook I know Gyro!"
Dymo ate with relish as Gyro looked on with pride.
"Gyro! Time for walkies!"
Gyro jumped with joy and ran (or bounced, it doesn't have legs remember) out.
"Hey! HEY! STOP!" Dymo yelled as Gyro smashed into a speeding car.
The car blew up with such a noise that could be heard from the next country.
Dymo gazed at the crash site as Gyro leaped up from the pandemonium. Rubble and scraps flew all over the place.
"Oh no..." He groaned.
A car with ECILOP on it pulled up, and a gaunt man came out.
"Please sir! It wasn't me it wasn't my fault! Please don't throw me into the pokey!" Dymo pleaded.
The ECILOP man slapped him. "Pull yourself together man! I was just about to congratulate you on annhilating that poor little sod in the car who was actually a madman that killed many people with three spoons, a macheine gun shaped bag, a macheine gun shaped macheine gun, two grandfather clocks, and one of those new laptops by Windows that squirt water on you when you type and then takes a picture of you getting squirted."
"Wha..."
And Gyro secretly looked pleased with himself.
CLING CLAAANGTY CLONG CLOONGTY CLONG CLUNK CLIIIINK CLUNK CLUCLICLACETYTYTYTY
Gyro sang in the shower.
"Could you please get out?" Dymo asked. "You're going to drain the hot water!"
Dymo heard the water getting stopped, which was a relief.
Gyro jumped out, and Dymo jumped in, and he failed to see that Gyro was shivering.
"Ohhh, late in the night! I see the moon! And the thatcher..." he began. "So where does our answers taaaake uuuuuus. I see a...oh, oh no, arrgh! Oh! Drat! Noo!"
Dymo sighed. He had never seen ice come out of shower heads before.
"Well, time to hit the hay I guess."
He slumped into bed. Gyro had already settled down beside the bed.
The weekends never seem to have enough time for the things he wants to do.
The End
Finally, EPISODE II PART II
Never before released!
Dymo and the Gyroscope: Part 2
"Okey dokey. Bill! This one's a biggy! It might take a while!"
The trash man whistled at the strange constuction on the street. "Darned to know who had this." He hoisted up the mass of rings and threw it in the garbage truck.
"Done!"
And the truck drove off just like that.
Dymo gawped at the gyroscope that sat on his doorstep.
"What is this doing here?" he screeched. Then he found a logical explanation.
"Of course, the trash man could've forgotten. Or didn't know. Yes. That must be it." The more he said it, the more he believed. "I'll just leave it here for another week."
So he ignored the contraption. He had a special chocolate cake waiting at the bakery.
He walked a few steps, when he heard a definite:
CLONK CLANK CLINK CLONK CLO...
Dymo looked back. He didn't see anyone behind him. Had that bush shuffled? Must be some birds. He dismissed it and walked onwards.
CLINK CLANK CLIDONK CLIPPLETY CLONKETY FLUTTERY COLONKE...
OK. This time, Dymo saw something but he didn't know what. He became nervous. He walked faster.
CLINKCLANKCLONGCLANKCLICKETYCLOCKWORKYSCREECHYCLACKETYCLIPPERTYCLANK
Dymo looked back again.
The gyroscope fell off a tree.
"What the...You are... But I thought... That's not... orthodox!" Dymo spluttered.
The gyroscope looked a little sheepish. (As much as a pile of metal rings can anyway)
"You! Stop following me!" He yelled at the mass of metal, which earned him a suspicious glance from the public.
"Just you... Don't that... Oh, what the heck!"
Dymo walked into the old curiosity shop. The old man looked up. Dymo held the scope up.
"Hm... What do you want with me?" The old man said.
"I want an explanation!" Dymo fumed. "Why is this thing alive?!"
"Simple. It's made of Intelligent Wolfram." The gyroscope seemed to take pride in this as it gleamed a little more than usual.
"But, why me?" Dymo asked.
"You'll know soon. I know things. And the Gyroscope knows stuff you can't imagine."
"But I don't want it!" Dymo bellowed.
The gyroscope seemed to be sad.
The old man looked at him in A Way, and even Dymo couldn't help but be sympathetic.
"Oh all right." Dymo gave in. "But no making any mess, right?"
The end
Dymo and the Gyroscope: Part 2
"Okey dokey. Bill! This one's a biggy! It might take a while!"
The trash man whistled at the strange constuction on the street. "Darned to know who had this." He hoisted up the mass of rings and threw it in the garbage truck.
"Done!"
And the truck drove off just like that.
Dymo gawped at the gyroscope that sat on his doorstep.
"What is this doing here?" he screeched. Then he found a logical explanation.
"Of course, the trash man could've forgotten. Or didn't know. Yes. That must be it." The more he said it, the more he believed. "I'll just leave it here for another week."
So he ignored the contraption. He had a special chocolate cake waiting at the bakery.
He walked a few steps, when he heard a definite:
CLONK CLANK CLINK CLONK CLO...
Dymo looked back. He didn't see anyone behind him. Had that bush shuffled? Must be some birds. He dismissed it and walked onwards.
CLINK CLANK CLIDONK CLIPPLETY CLONKETY FLUTTERY COLONKE...
OK. This time, Dymo saw something but he didn't know what. He became nervous. He walked faster.
CLINKCLANKCLONGCLANKCLICKETYCLOCKWORKYSCREECHYCLACKETYCLIPPERTYCLANK
Dymo looked back again.
The gyroscope fell off a tree.
"What the...You are... But I thought... That's not... orthodox!" Dymo spluttered.
The gyroscope looked a little sheepish. (As much as a pile of metal rings can anyway)
"You! Stop following me!" He yelled at the mass of metal, which earned him a suspicious glance from the public.
"Just you... Don't that... Oh, what the heck!"
Dymo walked into the old curiosity shop. The old man looked up. Dymo held the scope up.
"Hm... What do you want with me?" The old man said.
"I want an explanation!" Dymo fumed. "Why is this thing alive?!"
"Simple. It's made of Intelligent Wolfram." The gyroscope seemed to take pride in this as it gleamed a little more than usual.
"But, why me?" Dymo asked.
"You'll know soon. I know things. And the Gyroscope knows stuff you can't imagine."
"But I don't want it!" Dymo bellowed.
The gyroscope seemed to be sad.
The old man looked at him in A Way, and even Dymo couldn't help but be sympathetic.
"Oh all right." Dymo gave in. "But no making any mess, right?"
The end
Episode II Part I
I know a few has read this before, but...there are some who havn't. And thanks to the person who sent me Episode I!
Dymo and the Gyroscope
Dymo walked into the local curiosity shop. As ever, it was dark, musty, and dusty. The old man still sat behind the counter, not really looking at anything, but still watching for thieves.
There was always something about the curiosity shop. Firstly, it was quiet. Deathly quiet. No matter how loud it is outside, it is always quiet inside. Then, as soon as you went in, it was like stepping int a different world. No sense of wonder, but a cold, dark, seperated feeling. Even the teenage rogues of the area dared not deface the walls of the shop. Lastly, it knew what you wanted. If you came in with intent on buying something, then it's there. And cheaply too. But if you are there for a light browse, youcan find the most unexpected thing in there.
On this particular day, Dymo was looking for a chainsaw. (He still had the Cold Chocolate) But the old man stopped him.
"Stop!" he said. Dymo heard him talk for the first time. "You will need this!" and he handed Dymo a contraption full of rings.
"Off you go." he said before Dymo could say anything. The man booted Dymo out of the shop.
Dymo, being the sensible type, said to himself, "Better get home and cook dinner. It's getting dark."
So he went home and had some pork stew with prawn soup on the side. then he observed the strange tool.
"I wonder what the old man was thinking?" he said to himself. Then promptly threw it in the bin. "Hm... Today's Tuesday, so tommorow is binday. It's amazing how things work out."
TO BE CONTINUED
Dymo and the Gyroscope
Dymo walked into the local curiosity shop. As ever, it was dark, musty, and dusty. The old man still sat behind the counter, not really looking at anything, but still watching for thieves.
There was always something about the curiosity shop. Firstly, it was quiet. Deathly quiet. No matter how loud it is outside, it is always quiet inside. Then, as soon as you went in, it was like stepping int a different world. No sense of wonder, but a cold, dark, seperated feeling. Even the teenage rogues of the area dared not deface the walls of the shop. Lastly, it knew what you wanted. If you came in with intent on buying something, then it's there. And cheaply too. But if you are there for a light browse, youcan find the most unexpected thing in there.
On this particular day, Dymo was looking for a chainsaw. (He still had the Cold Chocolate) But the old man stopped him.
"Stop!" he said. Dymo heard him talk for the first time. "You will need this!" and he handed Dymo a contraption full of rings.
"Off you go." he said before Dymo could say anything. The man booted Dymo out of the shop.
Dymo, being the sensible type, said to himself, "Better get home and cook dinner. It's getting dark."
So he went home and had some pork stew with prawn soup on the side. then he observed the strange tool.
"I wonder what the old man was thinking?" he said to himself. Then promptly threw it in the bin. "Hm... Today's Tuesday, so tommorow is binday. It's amazing how things work out."
TO BE CONTINUED
Dymo Episode I
The First Episode is HERE! Yay!
DYMO
Dymo is a name that will provoke imaginations. What does he look like? Well, he is green, has short stubby limbs, and is basically round.
A not very long time ago, in a galaxy not far at all, (dramatic chords of jubilation) there was a cafe. And by chance, Dymo happenned to be there.
He sat down on one of those small chairs that never have enough room for your bottom, and looked at the small table that never have enough room for four to sit around.
He looked at the menu.
Menu
Toasted toads $4.60
Orange Orangutan $9.95
Newt Coffee $50.45
Slippers $32
Tango Tangerine Priceless
Hot chocolate $4
Cold Chocolate $6
.....
and so on.
A waiter passed by, and Dymo asked, "Why is the cold chocolate more expensive, than the hot one? Surely it doesn't take as much energy to make it because you don't need to heat it?"
The waiter replied "I doon't knoo mon. Wood yoo like some?"
"Yes please" said Dymo and he got some.
When his Cold Chocolate came he looked at it disparingly for 3 hours.
It was frozen.
After 3 hours, Dymo realised that his drink was not going to thaw itself, and unless he did something, $6 would go to waste.
So he took it home, and hired everything he could possibly think could help from a hiring firm. (It boasted free dilevery)
First, he tried the most obvious thing to to, microwave it. This didn't help in the least.
Next, he put it in the oven. This burnt the paper cup off, but it didn't really help.
Then he got a pneumatic drill, this helped with the laundry (the starch hardened the colar so) but not with the thawing.
"DARN YOU BLASTED NON-ALCOHOLIC, SUGAR-INFESTED, NON-FREE-TRADE CACAO USING L********K D********K E****l W***N OF A BEVERAGE!" Dymo yelled in exasperation. (You could see he was not happy because of all the asterixes)
Lastly, he got one of the most famous, science-fiction-turned-to-science-fact weapon of all time. (Sincerely dramatic chords of risky behaviour) THE LIGHTSABER.
It did not help. (Oh, but not entirely not help. It helped with the cooking, mind you. The ham was getting pretty old and tough, so Dymo decided it was time to chop it up and put in the stew he found in the back of his fridge. But that really wasn't neccessary because you see this would have...)
So at the end, Dymo realised the cold chocolate was too much trouble so he kept it in the back of his drawer, almost never to be seen again.
TO BE CONTINUED
DYMO
Dymo is a name that will provoke imaginations. What does he look like? Well, he is green, has short stubby limbs, and is basically round.
A not very long time ago, in a galaxy not far at all, (dramatic chords of jubilation) there was a cafe. And by chance, Dymo happenned to be there.
He sat down on one of those small chairs that never have enough room for your bottom, and looked at the small table that never have enough room for four to sit around.
He looked at the menu.
Menu
Toasted toads $4.60
Orange Orangutan $9.95
Newt Coffee $50.45
Slippers $32
Tango Tangerine Priceless
Hot chocolate $4
Cold Chocolate $6
.....
and so on.
A waiter passed by, and Dymo asked, "Why is the cold chocolate more expensive, than the hot one? Surely it doesn't take as much energy to make it because you don't need to heat it?"
The waiter replied "I doon't knoo mon. Wood yoo like some?"
"Yes please" said Dymo and he got some.
When his Cold Chocolate came he looked at it disparingly for 3 hours.
It was frozen.
After 3 hours, Dymo realised that his drink was not going to thaw itself, and unless he did something, $6 would go to waste.
So he took it home, and hired everything he could possibly think could help from a hiring firm. (It boasted free dilevery)
First, he tried the most obvious thing to to, microwave it. This didn't help in the least.
Next, he put it in the oven. This burnt the paper cup off, but it didn't really help.
Then he got a pneumatic drill, this helped with the laundry (the starch hardened the colar so) but not with the thawing.
"DARN YOU BLASTED NON-ALCOHOLIC, SUGAR-INFESTED, NON-FREE-TRADE CACAO USING L********K D********K E****l W***N OF A BEVERAGE!" Dymo yelled in exasperation. (You could see he was not happy because of all the asterixes)
Lastly, he got one of the most famous, science-fiction-turned-to-science-fact weapon of all time. (Sincerely dramatic chords of risky behaviour) THE LIGHTSABER.
It did not help. (Oh, but not entirely not help. It helped with the cooking, mind you. The ham was getting pretty old and tough, so Dymo decided it was time to chop it up and put in the stew he found in the back of his fridge. But that really wasn't neccessary because you see this would have...)
So at the end, Dymo realised the cold chocolate was too much trouble so he kept it in the back of his drawer, almost never to be seen again.
TO BE CONTINUED
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Does anyone have Episode I?
Problem! I have circulated Dymo Episode I, but my sister deleted it! Does anyone have it? If so, please send it to dymoblade@gmail.com
Thanks!!
Thanks!!
Friday, July 23, 2010
Yay!
Are you reading this? If so hooray!
I made this Blog because I wanted to post stories. Feel free to give suggestions!
Note: I'll also be posting some other activities on the web too.
I made this Blog because I wanted to post stories. Feel free to give suggestions!
Note: I'll also be posting some other activities on the web too.
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- New Zealand
- He has many ambitions, some of which include art, while others include food. The common feature of all his ambitions is that they involve him staying at home. This comic is one of them.
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